"Is it iconic or ironic?" I whisper to my friend we find ourselves in an increasingly movie-like situation. Believe me or not it all started with truth or dare, we definitely did not expect to find ourselves lurking in the rafters of a repurposed hospital, watching a man get physical mutilated.

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She could make flowers from dead grass. She could turn burnt rubble into a skyscraper. She could feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, turn imagination into reality. It would have been beautiful had it not been for Nightmares. Well, no hero can be without a villain.

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The knocking at the door wouldn't stop. "Coming," C shouted as they slipped a tee-shirt on over their wet hair. The knocking continued. C huffed.

"I said, I'm co-" C was cut short by more knocking. They wrenched the door open. A body dropped right past them as if it had been propped against the door.

"What the-"

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"It's a relitivly normal thing to have "Its really a normal thing to have guest," A stated.
"Normal!" B shouted. "What about this is normal." They waved their hands around them.
"Well-" A started. B held out their hand.
"Just, don't even, no. There is literally nothing normal about your dead ex breaking into your house, sitting on your couch, waiting for you to come home." B screamed.
"Well when you put it like that," A said. They were cut short by a glare from B.

"You see, there has been a murder," They revealed.
"Oh really." A said, gesturing to the blood and police tape everywhere. B glared at them. A cleared their throat. "I am sorry. Continue."

"You know, four ground cherry pits has enough hydrogen cylinders to kill a man." A stated calmly.
"Really inappropriate," B said as they gestured to the cherries and dead bodies on the floor.