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"Michael?"

He turns around and stares at her. The knife still in his hand, blood dripping on the floor.

"Christine?" He looks horrified and completely unsure of what to do. It is the first time she ever sees that expression on his face, he always knew
exactly what to do or how to react.

He opens his mouth to say something but closes it almost immediately.

"Why?" She wants to scream. She wants to hit him but her body and tongue refuse to listen to her command.

She can see the options going through his mind, finally awake after the shock.
"He... Got away... He couldn't exist else more people would have died." He looks at her, pleading with
her to understand to... She doesn't really know what to do.

"Please?" He whispers.

She is fully aware of the fact that neither he nor she knows what has to happen now. What to do. Suddenly the room becomes too small, the smell
and taste of blood is in her nose and mouth chocking her. She can't breathe. She needs air and something familiar. Something that is still whole
"I..." At least her body listens to her. She turns around and feels the ground on her feet. She runs. Where to she has no idea. Faint noises
outside her thoughts make her aware that Michael is calling after her but he doesn't follow. She is thankful for that. She allows her mind to go blank
and her legs to carry her. The thump of her feet acts as a relaxant, she does not feel or think anything else other than to run. To run as far as possible.

When her lungs are filled with air again she stops running but keep on walking. How could this have append. If this is some horrible nightmare her alarm has to go of right now. Michael is not a killer. he is her best friend. the one person she can go to with anything, a person that makes her laugh and comforts her when she cries. not a killer. When did he make this change? How could he make this kind of change? She becomes aware of a wetness on her cheeks but ignores it. Tears is not going to help now, not with this. Maybe if her tears could wash the blood from his hands and the knife then they would be much more useful. Standing before her house the reality of tonight slaps her in the face. She was planning on asking him to help her with school problem, that hours ago seemed the biggest problem in the world now its barely anything to think about. Now she stands before her house, he officially a killer. Her best friend, a murderer.