Simon stood in front of the flames where the landlord's house used to be. He was visibly horrified by what he just witnessed. He was about ready to pass out. Crowds of people began to show up staring at the flames in shock and horror.

"Oh my god!" Someone among the crowd cried. "How did this happen?!

"Who did this?!"

"Somebody call 911!!"

"AAAAAAHH!!" Agonizing screams came from the fires. Then, they stopped.

The landlord and his son are......dead.... Simon thought. Oh......oh, god!

"What the fucking shit hell happened??!!" A familiar voice shouted in horror. Beelzebub appeared and stared at the fiery remains in complete utter horror. "Holy SHIT!! What happened?!!"

Simon suddenly fell to the ground and blacked out.

"Simon!!" Beelzebub cried.

...

Simon ran through a dark tube as fast as he could. But, it was no use. He was trapped. Trapped in his own guilt. Never to get out... Never to escape... No one can help him...

No one can help him...

No one can help him...

No.......one.......can......help........help........HEEEELLLLLPPP!!!!!!!

...

Simon continued running as fast as he could.

Yoooooou cannot escape your guuuuiiillllt...

Those words echoed in his head and it felt like getting hit by a car.

It it alllllllll yooouuurrrr faaaaauullttttt... Yyoooooooouuuu failed theeemm...

"Get out of my head, get out of my head, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!" Simon screamed, hitting his head while running. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MOTHERFUCKING HEEEEEAAAAD!!!!!!"

"Simon, wake up!"

Simon opened his eyes. He found himself in a party themed room with rock n roll posters and video tapes of rated X and rated R films. He was in Beelzebub's room. He slowly sat up and noticed he was the only one in Beelzebub's room. He slowly turned his head, looking around quietly. He emotionlessly got up from the bed and walked out of the room as slow as a turtle. He slowly walked down the stairs and stopped in the middle of the stairs when he heard two familiar voices.

"Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do with him??" Beelzebub cried from the kitchen. "Teach is a mess! I'm really worried about him!"

"Just call him Mr. Adams, Bee." Loona sighed, facepalming herself. "Calling him 'teach' is getting old really fast."

"Like calling me Bee isn't any different." Beelzebub cracked.

"What the fuck did I tell you about talking back?!" Loona shouted.

"Look, we really need to tell Simon, okay?" Beelzebub pointed out. "He deserves to know. Plus, I think he's hiding sometimes too!"

Tell me what? Simon thought. What are they talking about?

He looked out the window and suddenly found a naked body with its penis completely ripped off laying on the sidewalk. His eyes widened and his skin turned pale. He slowly opened the front door and walked towards the body. It was completely shaved of all of its hair and its face was skinned off. A sticky note on its chest reads, "Jeremiah was the next one." Simon backed away with his eyes wide and dashed back into Loona and Beelzebub's house and into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

"Simon?!" Loona cried, as she noticed Simon in the bathroom. "What the fuck's going on?! Are you okay?!" Loona fell on her knees next to Simon and placed her hands on his back. "Breathe, Simon! Breathe!" She repeated anxiously.

"AAAAAAAAHH!!!" Beelzebub shrieked, noticing the body outside. "Oh my fucking god!! Oh my FUCKING god"

Loona ran outside and saw the body as well. "What. The. FUCK??!!!" She shouted, her skin turning pale. "It's Jeremiah!"

"Loona, you know him?!" Beelzebub cried, running outside while Simon is still in the toilet vomiting.

"He was a friend from class!" Loona cried in horror. "He's.........dead."

"No fucking shit, Loona!!!" Beelzebub shouted. "Does it look like he's alive to you?!?"

"Just shut up and go check on Simon!" Loona bellowed.

"Right!" Beelzebub said, dashing into the house then bathroom seeing Simon gasping, his head still near the toilet.

"Come on." Beelzebub said, helping Simon up. "Tea- er, Simon. Do you know how this happened?"

Simon didn't respond.

"Simon, PLEASE don't play the silent game NOW!" Beelzebub pleaded. "This is important!"

"Just...call...the...fucking police!!" Simon stuttered, trembling.

"What about you??" Beelzebub cried. Simon aggressively pointed at her cellphone in her pocket.

"OK, got it." Beelzebub said, pulling out her phone.

Later...

The police arrived and collected Jeremiah's corpse and questioned Beelzebub and Loona while Simon sat at their front porch. Simon was clearly traumatized by the sight of the corpse. He was quiet. More quiet than ever.

"Sir, I'm gonna need you to come with us." A police officer said, walking up to Simon.

"What?! No!" Loona exclaimed, storming towards the officer. "He doesn't talk much! And, he had absolutely NOTHING to do with this! You're just wasting your fucking time!"

"Ma'am, let us handle this. This man is clearly a suspect." The cop said to Loona arrogantly.

"You have no right to talk to me like that, you piece of shit!" Loona said, grabbing the cop by the shirt.

"May I remind you that this counts as assaulting an officer?" The cop said with seething eyes. "If you don't let go in the next fucking second, I'll have no choice but to arrest you." Loona let go of the cop and backed away, growling angrily.

"Come with us, sir." The cop said to Simon, escorting him to a police cruiser. Simon climbed into the car while Loona and Beelzebub watched.

...

Simon was placed in an interrogation room with his hands handcuffed behind the chair. His head was down like someone died. Yet, he didn't tremble. He just stared at the ground completely motionless. A minute later, a cop walked in and sat across from him. Simon still didn't look up.

"You got anything to say, son?" The cop said with a southern accent. Simon didn't respond nor did he look up.

"My name is Sheriff T. Barker." The cop said to Simon. "And, if you give me a damned response, you might have a better chance of being freed from those there 'cuffs." Finally, Simon woke up. But, he didn't say a word.

"You gonna speak, sonny?" Barker said, eyeing Simon. "Or are ya gonna sit there like a dadgum dingdong and stare off into outer fucking space."

Simon still didn't utter a word.

"I'll count to 3. If ya don't say a word when I get to 3, then yer goin' to the slammer." Barker said sternly. "1... 2..."

"I don't understand why your feeble mind can't process anything anyone says correctly, but I didn't fucking do it." Simon finally said. "Ask anyone. Those two dogs I live next to will vouch for me."

"Oh, so he talks." Barker said. "And, ya better change that there attitude or it's gonna get worse for ya."

Simon once again didn't speak.

"Look, sonny. If you don't say anything else, I'll have to book ya." Barker sighed. Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Dadgum it! What is it now?!" Barker bellowed, pulling out his cellphone. "Excuse me a second, son." He exited the room and answered his phone while Simon gently pulled on his handcuffs.

The hell is wrong with this guy? Simon thought. I told him it wasn't me...

Barker re-entered the room with dissatisfaction on his face. "You're lucky, son." He sighed in defeat. "I got a call saying another body was found and eyewitness reports that a hooded figure took off holding a bloody knife." Simon looked up in shock.

"But, I still don't trust ya, Adams. In fact, yer comin' with me so I can keep a close eye on ya."

Is that illegal? Simon thought.

"Come on, kid." Barker said, as he unlocked Simon's cuffs. "Let's go."