"Bring her up! NOW." the figure snarled.
Four men grabbed her arms and legs and struggled to drag her over to the figure. They bind her hands in chains. She struggled and squirmed against the chains that tethered her to the spot in front of the killer. He took a rag and wiped at his gun. I shrieked.
"No! Someone, help her!" I moaned and screamed in agony. Two men grabbed at my arms and tried to pull me away. I thrashed around wildly. "CASSIE!" I shrieked.
Tears blurred my vision and I thrashed harder. Cassie looked at me and mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' Tears stung at my eyes. I howled in rage and punched at the men holding me captive. One let go of me and brought his hands to the wounded area. I twisted the other man's arm and kicked at him. He knelt to the floor in pain and screamed. His bloody shins detected his source of pain. I sprinted harder and faster.
"Cassie!" I tried again.
The man stalked over to where she was chained. He put his hand on her face and caressed her cheek. Tears leaked from her eyes and she pulled her face away from his hand. He drew back his hand and shoved the gun to her chest, right over her heart. I sprinted but, with every step I took, the farther I was from Cassie and the figure. I wiped the tears away with my wrists as I felt the figure's servants gaining on me.
"Cassie!" I screamed, the tears giving away my weakness. She turned to me, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"Lacey, go. Run away from here. Save yourself."
"No. . . " I moaned. More of his servants grabbed at me. I clawed at the ground and knelt. Tears dripped onto the concrete floor, making swirling pools of water. My breath became harder and shorter. I clawed at the ground, as if trying to sharpen my nails. That's when the figure began to talk again.
"My dear, Cassie. I must ask you this, no matter how gorgeous you are, do you believe in God?"
Her tears dried and she looked at him with her big green eyes.
"Yes, I do."
His eyes narrowed. He let out a enraged howl and pulled the trigger. Blood dripped from her chest and pooled at her feet. She let out a soft moan as her body went limp. Her eyes went blank as she closed them for one last time. The men unchained her and threw her body in the pile of other bodies. The men tugged me to the stage and chained me the exact same way they did to my best friend. The man walked up to me and twiddled with my hair.
"You were awful loud throughout the day. And awful pretty too." he grinned, showing off pointed canine teeth, irregular for any human to have. I pulled my head away from him the exact way Cassie did. I narrowed my eyes at him. He tugged off my leather jacket so he could stick the gun to my chest. He whispered in my ear.
"Do you believe in God?" his breath tickled my ear and I shivered.
I picked up my head to stare him in the eye.
"Yes."
He glared at me. "Too bad, the pretty ones must die." He pulled the trigger.
I growled in pain. Blood dripped from my chest, one drop at a time. Then I realized, I'm still breathing. I was still breathing and my heart was beating. I looked up at him. He missed my heart, but I'm bleeding badly. I could already see rivers of blood forming from the stand all the way to the floor below. His mouth formed a scowl and he shot at me again. My body felt limp and I dropped to my knees. I sighed and my eyes closed.
"I'm sorry. . ." I choked those two words out before I hit the floor.