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"Astro!" I wept, holding him in my arms. "No! You're not dead!"
All signs told me that he was dead though. He wasn't breathing and his heart wasn't beating. But the nail in the coffin was that I had seen him die right in front of my eyes.

Tears fell on his face as I cried. I didn't want to but I just couldn't help it.
"There she is. The last one."
I looked up and saw Moose. With him was someone I didn't recognize. She had dark red hair that could easily be mistaken for brown of not for the blond and red highlights in her hair. She was pale but not pale like a vampire. Her skin showed signs that she went outside semi-frequently. Her face had tons of freckles, mostly on her cheeks. She was wearing a jean jacket with a Pikachu shirt underneath it. She also wore jean shorts and black and pink Converse. Another key factor about her was that she looked to be fifteen.
"I've got to say," She said, coming up to me. Her voice sounded eerily familiar. "I never would have guessed it was you who would make it."
"Who are you?" I asked, still holding Astro.
"Oh, right." She said. "I never introduced myself." She extended her hand out to me and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Bree."
I stood there in stunned silence. This was a young girl who was responsible for seven deaths and maybe ever more. And here she was pretending like nothing ever happened. She was even more twisted than I thought she was.
"Freeze!"
Bree and Moose moved over to reveal...cops?
"I'm so glad you're here officers." Bree said, walking up to them. "You see, Ellanore over there is responsible for the tragic deaths of all seven people that worked for my parents. I was walking in to give her her paycheck when I saw all the dead bodies that you see now."
"What?" I said, dropping Astro's body and standing up. "No. She's bullshitting. She's the one who lured us into this job in the first place! She's responsible for the deaths of my friends! I would never murder them!"
"We'll conduct further investigation." The officer said. "Until then, we'll keep her in jai until a trial date is set."
"Trial?" I said like it was a whole new word to me. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, we're serious." He said, handcuffing me. "You could be facing life in jail if proven guilty."

As they dragged me away, I looked back at Bree and saw her smirking. This is what she wanted all along. No one got away from her without suffering. Even though I wasn't dead, she had a plan up her sleeve to make sure that my life was a living hell.
"I hope this is what you wanted Bree." I muttered as I was shoved into the police car. "I hope that my suffering makes you happy."
In truth, I wanted her to suffer for what she did. She deserved the worst possible death. Maybe I won't be the one to give it her, but I hope someone will. One day.