I entered the theatre room, where dozens of seats were empty. On the projector board, there was a countdown of 30 seconds until the "featured film" began. I took a seat in the middle of the front row, laying my crowbar on my lap. There was no sound besides the beep every time the countdown decreased by a second. The screen lit up only a portion of the theatre, but I feel like if I was going to be jumped or attacked, that would have already happened by now.

 So I sit, fingers drumming across the now-sweaty surface of my weapon, waiting for for something to play. 

Finally, the numbers come to zero. The film introduction is the automated voice ofType or their apprentice. "As you've figured out by now, this began long ago. I've planned every step, and until a certain player in my game came along, everything had gone accordingly. After Enzo switched sides, I had to improvise. My delicate list of those to kill had to generalize. You may have taken Enzo's apprenticeship to you as a win, Reyna, but rest assured you are wrong. I am not here to kill you – not yet, at least, for I still need you– but I am here to educate you. Enjoy."

 Okay...creepy serial killer trying to help me? This is new. 

 "Destiny was the showcase," the automated voice begins. The scene is of Destiny'sparty, where Makai, Della, and Allister watch the blood-filled room. My, how different Makai looked. "She was the bang that kicked off my reign."

 Now, I'm at Della's house, where her mother has just come home from work. Someone wearing a camera strapped to themselves comes out from behind a door and decapitates the woman. "Victoria Saylor had to die so I could implement my plan of Enzo charming you."

The scene changes to Allister and Aero kissing at the Spring Carnival maze. There were fireworks and the maze lights weren't working. There's a view on them from someone who is on the maze wall. There's a long barrel in the view: a sniper rifle. An explosive bang, makes me shudder to the core sounds and Allister is shot through the head. "Allister was a sign to let you know I meant business. It was also to spite Enzo King." 

"At the Solaris Hospital Lockdown, you were attacked and Adelina died. But I didn't do any of that..." there was a chuckle through the speakers, and for a second I swear it's from inside the theatre. "Well...take a look for yourself." 

From the security cameras that were down to us, but up for the killers, I watch as I start to back out of the morgue. As I do so, Enzo comes up from behind me. He shoves a chloroform cloth to my mouth and nose, and as he does so I shoot his gun. Now, I see that Enzo never got shot from working but from me. That bullet hole in his green shirt, and that scar on his lower torso, is from me. 

Somehow finding a way not to believe it, I watch as he breaks my middle finger and locks me in the closet, only to later come back and rescue me. Why

The scene fast forwards to Ozzy, Della, and Enzo in the café. Enzo sends Oz off to check on my mother and Hanzo, leaving him with Adelina. She notices his gunshot wound and calls him out on putting me in danger so he can save me and gain everyone's trust. From there, he locks the door and pulls out a knife. 

 Though it's one of the hardest things I have to watch, I keep my eyes glued to the screen. With every advance Enzo makes on Adelina, I feel myself fall deeper and deeper into this hole of hopeless betrayal. I was looking for the killer and he was in bed with me the whole time. I'm ashamed.

 Della gets killed for "growing up too fast," and as my other friends rush in, Enzo puts on one of his Oscar award-winning performances. I don't realize I'm crying until a salty tear hits my lips.

 "Next was Hanzo Duvall. He felt so terrible for letting your mother die, Reyna. He wanted to make up for her death so badly. But he never got the chance to." Now, I watch as I'm in a drug-induced sleep and Enzo comes in. He straddles Hanzo and puts his hands to the boy's neck until he ceases to exist. Next, he drags Ozzy into the room after a while and frames him. 

 There's a brief silence in the theatre, and if you listen hard enough, you can probably hear the pieces of my shattered heart knocking against my ribcage as they fall to my stomach. I slouch down in my chair as if trying to make myself small and unnoticeable so maybe if I convinced myself that I didn't matter, I wouldn't have to feel like my emotions do.

"Then, there was Aero. He was such a sweet kid. He really didn't deserve any of this..."Enzo and Aero talk on the porch of the King house when a car rolls up and shoots at the brothers. They speed off and that scene ends.

 "And Adriano was next." There's a view from overhead, letting me know that Enzo is the one about to do the killing. There's a phone call from Kellin when Enzo approaches him from behind and slits his throat. Rio dies, but not before he gets in some crucial digs. This means that he never set up the party, but the killers did. All the food and the hired bartenders and the music was all the killers' choice. For some reason, that's extremely disturbing. "Second to last, there was your drug addict father." 

Second to last? He's the most recent kill. No one else has died yet. I watch as the strap-on camera catches the scene of my father being stabbed to death, but I've already seen it. 

 "And then, Ozzy." Ozzy? Ozzy's dead? I just saw him so recently, he can't be dead already! There's the scene of someone knocking him out with the butt of a knife and dragging him across the floor and to the back of the house. From there, he's burned to death. His screams and calls for help are as unbearable as the fact that I trusted Enzo with my life while he was slaying others. I remember Enzo saying the fire smelled like rotten steak earlier...now I know why. 

"Now, Reyna, I give you an opportunity," the speaker says as the body of Oscar Alvarezburns to a crisp. "The opportunity for vengeance. The opportunity to right wrongs. The opportunity to take matters into your own hands." 

 A spotlight shines on the chair next to me. The killer even knows me so well that they knew I would sit right by this seat – this seat with a gun on it. "What?" I whisper to myself, grabbing the weapon and checking to see if it's loaded. It is. 

The scene in the film changes to just outside the door. Alessa and Enzo are there, talking fervently and using their hands. It doesn't take a genius to see the process of Enzounravelling. Me learning that he killed three of my friends must be what's been eating him alive all night. 

Shakily, I pick up the gun. Whether I'll use it on Enzo or not is unclear. I just know that a gun works a lot faster than a crowbar...Enzo said that once. We developed a way to convey if we wanted to talk or not a while ago. If I had my "crowbar," then I was on the defence and didn't want to talk. If I didn't, then I was ready to let him in. The same philosophy applied to Enzo's "gun." But now, I have both the crowbar and the gun. 

My legs are numb, and I don't know if it's with nerves or heartbreak or fear. Should I fear Enzo? I feel like I'm back to square one with him. Like I'm at the Spring Carnival. I didn't know if I knew Enzo who called me beautiful or Enzo who tortured Makai. 

 Now, I don't know if I'm walking out to see Enzo, who takes me to his safe place and asks to marry me, or if I'm going to see Enzo, who kills my friends and sleeps with me the next night. 

A large portion of myself feels empty and meaningless as I crack the theatre door open. I lean the crowbar against the wall and tentatively step out, gun leading the way. 

 "Reyna," Enzo says with contained shock, holding his hands up in defence. "What are you doing?" 

 "I knew it," Alessa hisses at me, a satisfactory smirk on her face that resembles Enzo.
"You are the killer." 

I snort, unsure of how to feel. "Shut the hell up."

A black brow of Alessa's raises. "Excuse me?"

"The only man I killed was in self-defence."

"Don't believe her, Enzo," Alessa warns her son. "She's lying."

"Enzo probably knows who the killer is," I tiredly establish, aiming the gun between his golden eyes. "He is one, after all."

"Reyna," Enzo tries to calm me down. "I was a killer – a long time ago."

"Are you serious right now?" I ridiculously ask, tilting my gun as I display my WTFemotion. "You're lying to me when I have a gun pointed at you? Enzo, how about you tell your lovely mother what happened to Della? Or what happened to Hanzo, or the guy who was supposed to throw this party?"

Enzo's shoulders sag and I swear his knees quiver. His "genuine" looking eyes display intense worry and fear. "Reyna, you have to understand why I did what I did," he says so, so softly.

"Don't," I order, crying and voice cracking. So easily, he can say a few words that melt my resentments away. He can just whisper my name and brush my cheek and I'll totally collapse into him. But I don't want that. I mean, I do want that – to erase this terrible memory – but I want the truth more. "Don't touch me, don't say my name like you're so in love with me – "

 "But I am!" he protests, chest rising and falling at a higher speed than normal. "Reyna, I am!"

 "And don't interrupt me! I'm the one with a gun, goddammit. Given the reason, I will not hesitate to shoot you. So all I want is the truth. And I don't want your soft psycho charm or your stupid sad faces with it. Just tell me why you felt so compelled to murder my  friends so viciously."

Out of nowhere, Alessa rushes at me. I shoot at her feet, making her freeze in her tracks.

"You're not any different," I tell her, my own voice sounding like the automated one.

"You're the monster that created him."

Though she seethes, Alessa remains silent.

"Okay. Do you want the truth? Fine," Enzo says, voice jumpy. "After the Spring Carnival, I knew that Type would be after me. So I made a deal with him. I would do whatever he wanted if he promised not to kill you." 

"What bullshit," I call out. I don't know if my hand is shaking or if my vision is distorted with the tears swimming in my eyes. "You're such a..." my voice is strong here all the way until I say, "...liar." 

"You're the only person who knows me," Enzo promises. "You know I'm not lying! I had to kill one person a week who was close, or getting close, to you." 

"Oh, really?" I interrogate. "Because according to you, Della grew up too fast, Hanzo was boring, and the comic relief of Adriano always dies."

"I had to have a motive. And honestly, I enjoyed killing at first. It had been so long since I'd had the thrill," Enzo confesses. "But I'm learning to channel the lust to hurt. And after I murdered Adriano, I felt terrible."

"You sat there and ate pizza!" I shout, voice ragged from it.

"I'm not normal, Reyna!" Enzo retorts, voice cracking. "I'm fucked up. I laugh when someone cries, I cry when everyone laughs, and I love the feel of beating someone at their own cruel games. I'm fucking fucked up and there's nothing I can do about that but grow and learn how to change. And thanks to you, I started to do that. So drop the gun because we both know that just because I killed people, I'm not a killer." 

Shaking my head, I sniffle. "Not by my book."

"Then that means you're a killer, too," Enzo accuses. "You murdered Frederick."

"You don't think I know that?" I question. "The difference between us is that I hate what I did. But after I did it, I didn't act like he was killed by someone else, or frame my friend for the crime, or sit there and watch him die as I ate his pizza." 

"That's because you didn't have to," Enzo counters. "I made sure you didn't have to! Icovered up for you, Reyna." 

 "Well it turns out, you covered up a lot of things, Enzo." 

Un-expectantly, Enzo steps forward and puts the gun to his head. "If you're going to shoot, then shoot me. But if not, you're wasting time with finding Ozzy." 

"Ozzy is dead," I blurt out. "He was burned alive." 

Enzo's face registers shock. I'm so intensely focused on him and him on me, that we don't notice Alessa until she croaks in pain. I switch my glance to her, only to see the killer in broad daylight. Well, broad living room light. The Ghostface mask cocks its head to the side as they hold Alessa in a choke-hold. There's a knife in her chest, and slower than a stampede of turtles, the killer removes the knife, blooding gleaming in the light.

No one moves. 

But then I realize I have a gun. I switch my aim from Enzo to the killer, but the killer has a gun of their own. They pull it out from inside of their cloak and shoot me faster than I can shoot them. The bullet rips through my left shoulder and my shot goes wild. The killer takes off, letting Alessa go and sinking to the ground. 

"Mother," Enzo cries, kneeling beside her as she takes her last breaths.

"I think we both know I don't have long now."

"You should've gone home as I told you to," he says between stifled sobs.

"But I didn't, and that was my choice. I'm so sorry I wasn't a good mother. Never forget that I always loved you, my son."

"Stay here," I demand Enzo. I tell him this partially because I don't want him anywhere near me, and partially because he needs to be with his mom in her dying moments. I didn't has that luxury when my own mother died, and I know how painful it is to not comfort them as they pass into the afterlife. 

I sprint in the direction Ghostface took off – the kitchen. My arm should be feeling on fire, but adrenaline has granted me immunity from pain. 

For now.