I forced myself to remain calm. It's surprisingly hard to do when you've just found out that there's a crazy psycho killer running around, but there you go. I kept my breathing steady as I turned away from the closet, and began to walk back to the elevator.
I felt the bile rising in my throat as I remembered the maggots writhing over the rotting corpse, but I pushed it out of my mind. I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button.
"Come on!" I muttered, not wanting to listen to the silence any longer, yet not wanting to make too much noise. As the doors slid shut, I suddenly felt trapped – like a bird in a cage. The walls seemed to close in around me, threatening to crush my body into paste.
I opened my eyes tentatively. The walls, it transpired, were not closing in. Even as I let out a sigh of relief, the elevator jerked, and I knew the cable had snapped.
As the elevator plummeted, for a brief moment I had a feeling of weightlessness. It would have been fun, if not for my impending doom. I let out a long scream, as the tiny capsule dropped 22 floors…
Cody blinked, as his surroundings slowly swam into view. He tried to remember where he was, and how he'd gotten there, but the last four hours seemed to melt into a single memory of bliss. And the source of this bliss slowly approached him.
Kay ran her hands through his hair slowly, and whispered into his ear. Cody had no idea what she was saying. All he knew was this was good. Kay embraced him tightly, and kissed his neck.
She squeezed him tighter, until nearly all the breath was crushed out of him, and she pressed her mouth to his, running her hands down his back. Cody was overwhelmed by the influx of sensations he was receiving, and began to slip out of consciousness. But Kay just squeezed tighter, and darted her tongue through Cody's open mouth. When he responded, she bit down. Hard.
Blood flowed freely down Cody's throat as he struggled to draw breath, and his sides began to bruise. "Mmmph!" Cody's muffled screams fell on deaf ears, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Suddenly, Kay released him, blood dripping from her chin. She smiled as Cody collapsed to the floor, and came over to kneel beside him. "Wasn't that amazing?" she asked, as Cody moaned from the floor. He looked up. Kay had seemed beautiful when he'd first met her, but now she almost looked obscene, with his blood dripping from her face.
Kay smiled and whispered softly "yes, it hurts doesn't it? But now you won't ever feel pain again. Ever." She repeated the final word with clarity in her voice. Without warning, she jumped on top of Cody, making him lurch forward and cough up blood. She rolled him onto his back, and ripped open his shirt. Then she kissed him deeply, this time without mercy.
I awoke from the terrifyingly graphic nightmare at once, only to find myself embedded in another. I was battered and bruised, with a broken nose and two black eyes, but I was alive. My dream had been terrible – almost real. I dreamt of what that girl – Kay – could have been doing to my brother.
It suddenly struck me that I was thinking of this girl as the murderer! What an absurd thought! I almost laughed at the incredulity of it all, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that's what she was. Call it a premonition, or twin telepathy, or something, but I knew it was true.
I heard a scream from nearby – outside the elevator – so I wrestled the doors open with all my might. There she was: that she-devil, harming my twin, hurting my brother, killing my Cody. I let out an inhuman roar, and launched myself at this disgusting, evil, malignant entity, and knocked her into the basement wall.
I immediately knew I'd killed her. Dark streaks of blood ran down the wall where her head touched, and her eyes were glazed over. "Cody," I turned smiling at my twin, "I saved ya bro!"
Cody stood up, also smiling, despite the many bruises and cuts across his body. But there was a coldness about his smile, and I knew I had not saved him even before his hand plunged into my stomach, and burst out of my back
