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Mat held his head high, scared as all heck for his life. He cheated on Nate with Mark, and he was insane, calling himself Natemare, the Serial Killer.

Nate smiled, blood dripping from his lips. He had just eaten his last victim, and was looking to torture this man.

"You got your keys, but where you going~
The third degree just isn't working~" Nate sang, sliding a sharp knife against the theorist's pale skin. It drew small beads of blood, but not too much.

Mat held his breath, staring into Nate's now dark and bloodlust-filled eyes. He was hungry for blood.

"Cause you walked out without asking me to go~
And if I followed you home, would you be alone~"
Nate leaned in Mat's face, his foul breath gagging the other male.

Mat knew what Nate was doing, he wanted him to sing with him. Fearing for his life, he obeyed. "I checked your phone, 'cause it was beeping~
Are you alone? I know you're creepin'~
'Cause you walked out without asking me to go~
But if I followed you home, I hope you're alone~" He sang, competing with the monster of a man in front of him.

Nate chuckled. He was having fun with this. "I'm three steps from the edge~
Whoa-oh,
Don't push me over it~
Don't you know, don't you know~"

"Every girl is capable of murder if you hurt her~
Watch out you, don't push me any further, any further~
You're not the only one walkin' 'round with a loaded gun~
This little girl is capable of murder 'cause you hurt her~" Mat sang back at Nate, filled with determination to live.

Nate smiled, flesh hanging from in between his teeth. "My hands are clean, not yet a killer~
Ain't I your queen? And did you tell her~
'Cause you broke down all my shoulda known betters~
And I followed you home, throwing sticks and stones~" Nate put a hand on Mat's cheek, wiping blood and other bodily fluids on him. He cringed and wrinkled his nose in disgust. But he swallowed and continued.

"I'm two steps from the edge~
Whoa-oh~
Don't push me over it~
Don't you know, don't you know~" Mat sang, his voice quivering when Nate started to grab a cart with deadly weapons on it.

"You're done my sweet. I'll finish." Nate growled, grabbing a needle full of a substance. It seemed to be red and looked like murky blood. "Every girl is capable of murder if you hurt her~
Watch out you, don't push me any further, any further~
You're not the only one walkin' 'round with a loaded gun~
This little girl is capable of murder 'cause you hurt her~" Nate smiled, squirting the blood into Mat's mouth, which he forced open. Mat gagged and choked on the metallic liquid.

"Don't you know you should never treat a girl like that~
Got a good alibi, and my bag's all packed~
Don't you know you should never treat a girl like that~
'Cause the next one's gonna have the hammer pulled back~" Nate dropped the needle on the cart and picked up a chainsaw. He revved it up, having it roar to life.

"Every girl is capable of murder~
So watch out you, don't push me any further~
But you f*ckin' hurt her~" Nate chuckled and slashed the chainsaw over Mat's left leg, slicing it clean off. Blood poured from the wound like a waterfall, and Nate took his finger, catching some of it. He stuck the finger in his mouth, tasting the theorist's blood.

"Every girl is capable of murder if you hurt her~
Watch out, you don't push me any further, any further~
You're not the only one walkin' 'round with a loaded gun~
This little girl is capable of murder, hey~
This little girl is capable of murder 'cause you hurt her~" Nate finished Mat by slicing off each limb, leaving the head for last.

"Goodbye, my little theorist."