"Sir, will you tell us what happened?" The newsreporter asked a very distraught Derrick. Derrick stared at the black camera.

"He was pretty much holding us hostage. He threatened to kill me, because Ma-, Ma-, she wouldn't break up with me. And when she talked back, he just..." Derrick explained, barely able to finish the last sentence.

The reporter nodded sadly. "Who exactly was holding you hostage?"

"His name is Chris Abeley. She used to have a crush on him, but she found out he was dating this girl, Fawn, and gave up. She then started dating me. But, I guess, he realized what he just missed, and wanted her back, badly." Derrick rubbed the back of his neck.

"So she was your girlfriend?" The lady questioned, giving simpathetic look.

Derrick sighed. "Was. She had been getting weird texts from him, kind of like blackmail, I guess, and was acting weird. She wouldn't tell anyone. She didn't even tell me, until he came and took me, threatening he would kill her."

"Do you know why he chose to hold you hostage?" The lady asked, pointing the microphone towards his mouth.

Derrick's eyes darted around nervously. "She's my, was, my girlfriend. If he really wanted her, he had to get rid of the one thing holding him back... me."

"That must've been tough, carrying your girlfriend, when she had left this world. Could you explain how you felt?" The reporter questioned.

"What kind of question is that!?" Derrick asked.

"Okay, thanks, Mr. Harrington. This was Misty Marko, for channel 9, thanks and good night." Misty, signed off.

Derrick stormed out of the funeral home, in the huff.

"Who would ask you that? How did it feel to carry you dead loved one?" Derrick shouted.

The camera crew, and staff jumped into the Channel 9 van, and sped away.

"Somebody's not taking this well." Chris laughed.

"What? Who is that?" Derrick questioned, looking around.

"Over here, buddy." Chris waved, emerging from the side of building.

"Who you gonna kill next, 'buddy'?" Derrick spat, staring at Chris.

"Your mom." Chris laughed, crazily. Chris strode off, cackling evilly, talking to himself.

"I think he's possessed. But how am I going to save everyone? My mom?" Derrick kneaded his temples. He had some serious thinking to do.