Author's Note: First of all: This is the English Version of my Fan Fiction Oh Death, which I publish in German. So, you see, English is not my first language. If you find any grammatic mistake or did not understand something, please tell me and I will fix it.

So, about the Story itself. I created three new characters, two men and one woman, who will support the group of survivors. No detailed information about the three here.
Apart from that, business as usual. So, have fun and enjoy the story.

Rating: Because of blood and some swearwords, I will rate the story with a T

Disclaimer: I do not own Until Dawn or the characters or the story. All rights go to Supermassive Games.

Tell us what happened

"Sir."

The young man didn't react. He just starred at his hands, focused at his breathing. His hands were folded. With his thumbnail he scratched over the other one. His knuckles silhouetted white against his pale skin. The little finger of his right hand rested in a hollow of the old wooden table in front of him. Nervously he kicked against the table plate.

"Sir", said the voice of a woman.

"I've heard you the first time", mumbled the young man. He locked up from his hands.

His eyes traveled over the border of his glasses. The world around him blurred, especially the Policewoman. Slowly he raised his right hand and pushed his glasses against the bridge of his nose. Silent he locked at the Policewoman. She sat down on the opposite site of him. For a few seconds his eyes glanced over the folder in front of her, before he looked again into her face. She was young. In every other situation he would have said pretty, but in this moment he didn't want the think for a second about this.

"Your friend told us, both of you has hit Josh Washington ", she said softly.

The young man began to smile. He nodded and showed his teeth.

"He has deserved it", he growled. "He has hurt them. He bloody has hit them, damn it!"

"Who did he hit?"

"The girls."

Again he starred at his hands. Now he was unable to speak. He tried to turn off the screams, the laughing of his former best friend. But he couldn't. Slowly he raised his arms, pulled his beanie of and buried his fingers in his hair. His fingernails scratched over his head. Desperately he closed his eyes. Pictures raised. Blurred faces, dancing. Some full of blood, some deformed. And all the time this laughing in his head. The Screaming. Deep inside his head.

Paper rustled in front of him. A noise far away. A chair creaked.

"Tell us about the stranger."

"The stranger", he repeated quiet.

Again he smiled. Without looking up, he shook his head.

"Asked somebody else, not me."

"You felt stalked by him, right? You and your friends."

The young man looked up. Now the Policewoman sat in front of him, the hands lay on her folder.

"At the beginning", he explained. "But then… he saved us, you know."

"You and…"

"All of us. If he hasn't told us about… we were stupid, blind, naive. We thought, Josh did everything. Josh has done this to Jess and… Matt and…"

Again he stopped speaking. He shook his head. Why did they forced him to talk to them? He doesn't want to. With every word he remembered. Remembered everything. Every single thing.

"Where are the others?", he asked.

"They talk to me colleagues."

"I have to talk with them! I need to! With every single one! Are they okay? I have to see them!"

The Policewoman didn't answer. She just rummaged around in her bag. Finally she took out a pack of cigarettes, removed the film and laid it down between her and the young man.

"Do you smoke?"

"No", he answered, pulled the cigarettes toward him and got one out. He lighted it and took a deep breath. The smoke scraped a little in his lungs. Just a little. He blew the smoke sidewards and starred in one corner of the room.

"Don't go to the mines", he whispered.

Slowly he looked again at the Policewoman. She was confused. So she opened the folder and pulled some papers out. The young man recognized his friends on the pictures in the right corner of the papers. They looked hurt and tired. The bruises were clear on their pale skin. Suddenly the Policewoman stopped and looked at one paper.

"But your friend Sam said we should look in the mines."

"Bullshit!", the young man yelled. His flat hand crashed on the table. "Don't do it! Blow up the mines! Block the mountain! Nobody should go up there! Nobody, do you bloody listen!"

Because of his yelling, the cigarette has dropped from his mouth. Fluorescent it laid on the table, smoke rose up in this face. He didn't care. Like a maniac he looked in the face of the Policewoman. His heart rushed, his blood ran inside his body like cars on a highway. His wide shoulders moved up and down with every single breath. Very quiet the Policewoman grabbed his cigarette and put it out in a ashtray.

"Why?"

Slowly the young man sat down again. Without he has noticed, he has stood up a little. The chair creaked under his heaviness. The young man laughed. Yes, he laughed. He laughed, because everything was so absurd. His laughing got louder and louder. Suddenly he got quiet again. With a grin on his face, he looked at the Policewoman.

"You wouldn't believe me, Officer."