Tuesday Night.

"Wake up~!" A voice echoes in my ears, gradually getting louder as my mind begins to stir. "WAKE UP!" A screaming voice shoots through my ears and I jolt my eyes open.

"Wh-what's going on?" I stutter and look around, the room I am in seems like any other normal room, but I know that looks can be deceiving sometimes. I turn to my left and see Charlie sitting on a chair, staring at me with intensity.

"I know who you are and I know you know who I am, so stop playing games with me... Bloody Mary." Charlie's voice is calm as he speaks, leaning back in the chair, appearing like an evil mastermind.

"Bloody Mary?" I tilt my head a little, I feel a little dazed, so I am not thinking completely straight at the moment. "Like that one tale of the unfortunate event where the girl was buried by her parents when they thought she was dead, even though she wasn't?" I rub my head gently as I try to analyze my surroundings.

I am sitting on a padded chair which appears to be in the middle of the room. A large red carpet covers the wooden floor, and there is a nice looking bay window with rose curtains to the left of me. From what I can see, the only door appears to be the one in front of me, next to where Charlie is sitting.

"Quit playing games." Charlie shakes his head with disappointment. "You are Bloody Mary, the notorious killer who selects her killers on a famous dating site and then murders them. But I don't understand how you have not been caught yet. Detective by day, murderer by night. How do you keep up a brave face during it all? I assume you would have had to deal with your handy work while at your day job, am I right? Or am I right?" He asks with a wide grin painted squarely on his face.

"I suppose you are right." I reply with a sigh, "so, who are you really, then?" I ask, my interest is peaking a bit now.

"I am who I am." Charlie replies, not being very helpful with his response though. "All jokes aside, I can be Charles or Charlotte or simply just Charlie. Time is my name, but I do not fear it, I fight against those who are wrong and I serve them large helpings of justice!" He speaks in a heroic tone, it would not be so bad if he did not commit so many heinous crimes.

"Alright then, so, what was the bright idea in luring me here? You don't really want to have a date with me, do you?" I ask, crossing my arms and giving him an unamused expression.

"Well, I couldn't help but try to get a drink with one of my idols." He laughs lightly, "although, I am surprised that you did not order a bloody mary... although I suppose that that would have given something away." He chuckles, rubbing his chin with his left hand while his eyes look me over. "But no, I invited you here because I wanted to have a grand-ol time with you before your final appearance."

"What do you mean by my final appearance?" I arch my right eyebrow with a hint of curiosity. "And what do you mean by having a grand-ol time?"

"The answer to your first question will come in due time. But for now, your second question will be answered, you'll just have to follow me into the other room. Do you think you can do that without trying to kill me?" He replies in a calm tone while a smirk casually creeps onto his face.

"Seeing as you took your time to invite me here, I will try not to, but I make no promises." I reply coyly, before I stand and walk over to him.

"That is good enough, I suppose." Charlie shrugs and stands as well. He then opens the door and leads me into the other room. I follow him, and my eyes widen slightly at the sight.

On the floor in the middle of the room, a circle of people sit, cowering in fear. Each person is tied up and blind folded. In the middle of the circle sits a well used beer bottle that has most of its label torn off, leaving only COR on it.

"What is this madness?" I question out loud and turn to Charlie.

"What else?" He turns to face me with his tongue sticking out as he winks at me. "It is a game of spin the bottle!" He comments with excitement. "But not just any game of Spin the Bottle! No siree! With this version, you must find a creative way to kill the victim you receive from the bottle." He smiles cheerfully, like a tiny kid in a huge candy store.

"That..." I begin slowly, "...isn't a completely bad idea." I comment, walking over towards the bound victims. "So, I guess the next question is... who goes first?"

"Hmm..." Charlie contemplates on the idea. "Well, since you're new, I think I should go first, to show you how to play. Of course, I will let you join in if you really cannot wait for your turn." He flashes a smile my way before walking into the centre of the circle, he then bends down and spins the bottle. "Around and around the bottle spins, where it stops, nobody knows." He chimes, watching the bottle spin, shaking with excitement.

The bottle begins to slow down before it gracefully lands on a young appearing woman.

"Ha ha!" Charlie exclaims loudly and jumps up. "Now watch closely Mary, this shall be a wonderful game!" He comments, grabbing a hold of the woman and lifts her up. He walks her to the door and then releases her from her binds. He snickers as he then pushes the woman out of the door and closes it behind her. "Now the chase begins." He chuckles loudly, pulling up a screen on the television.

The screen shows the woman running for her life from here. Charlie laughs and walks over towards the kitchen. He opens the utensils drawer and looks through it, after about a minute, he pulls out a sharp kitchen knife from the drawer and turns to me.

"Keep an eye on the screen. For the fun is only just beginning." He cackles and then rushes out the door, chasing after the woman with a thirst of blood in his eyes.

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