I stared over the balcony as I saw the attorney laying there, a dark red beginning to emit from them and onto the white tile. I shook my head and backed away. "No...no…" I looked over to the detective, blood beginning to roll off and over the side. I shook my head. "No. I-I didn't...I didn't end them. I-I couldn't have!"

I backed off and then went down the stairs. "Th-this. This is all a big joke! A game!" I tried laughing it off as the smell of iron infiltrated my nose. "W-We came for a game, right? That's all this was then. I didn't-I didn't kill anyone!" I kept repeating this to myself as I got downstairs.

I gulped and approached the body, seemingly lifeless but, how could it? Th-They were still alive, weren't they? "A-Attorney! Come on you old chap, g-get up!" I tried. Still, they laid, their eyes...wide open...in fear…

I breathed and grabbed the cane I brought down earlier after trying to communicate to Damien...I don't even remember how I had gotten it from him.

I poked their arm. "C-Come on, don't play this now! It's over, w-we get it!" Still...the dreadful silence seemed to reign.

I breathed and backed away into a chair, taking a seat and holding my hair. "Th-This is wrong. I-I didn't kill anyone! I didn't-I couldn't!" I shook my head and began rocking back and forth. "It's all a joke, it's all a joke, it's all a joke, it's all a joke-" I felt darkness begin to crowd around me more as the smell of iron and flashes of everyone dying around me began to take hold. "It'sallajokeit'sallajokeit'sallajoke!" I took in a ragged breath and closed my eyes to try and hide myself from all of the images. But came they did.

I saw Damien in a corner, holding onto his cane with soulless eyes. I saw Celine sprawled on the ground, her mouth agape and her once lightly tanned skin now a pale grey. I knew I didn't do it. I knew I couldn't have done it. But...But I was there. There's no one else to point fingers at except me.

The chef, the butler, the garden man, all of them...innocent… I looked back to the attorney. The attorney who was pulled into all of this mess...I looked up to the detective who sat against the wall, lifeless because of…because of...

"...Maybe...maybe it was me…" I chuckled softly. "M-Maybe, maybe I am insane," I whispered. "Maybe I've finally lost it after all this time and this was the beginning of a horrible end! Maybe-" I saw something shift.

I looked to the attorney and saw they were getting up. "Wh-what?" I whispered.

They sat up, slowly picking themselves up and looked around till their focus landed onto me and they looked...scared. "Oh, no, it's ok!" I got up, sighing in relief. I tried to find the words to express my newfound reverie. "I-I thought you were dead!" I shook my head. "I-I-I mean, of course you're not dead, how can you be dead?"

They began to move away and around the pot in the middle of the atrium and I followed on the other side. "I-I mean I wouldn't have killed you! I-I didn't kill you! I-I mean, of course…" I shook my head and placed Damien's cane down on the counter. "I didn't kill anybody! I-I-" I began chuckling louder, "-It was all a joke!" I strangled out a laugh. "Of course it was all a joke! Were you in on this?" I pointed at the attorney while laughing. I backed away. "Did Damien put you up to this? Of course he did!" I laughed again. I began to walk away. "D-Damien, where are you you rapscallion? Where are you?" Of course they didn't die in that room upstairs! "Celine? Oh it's time to come out now!"

I searched the rooms downstairs, looking for them eagerly. They had to be there, of course they had to be! Hiding away and snickering in the background! "Oh it was good it was good, you almost had me!" I chuckled loosely. I looked around some more till I felt myself stop at one point. There was...there was no one… "...Celine?" I asked quietly. I felt tears form in my eyes as I looked around. "C-Celine?"

I turned. "D-Damien?" I felt myself shaking as the silence was closing in. "A-Anyone?"

I felt a hand touch my shoulder and turned around. I felt my lips curve upward at the sight of the familiar man. "Damien! Thank the gods, I knew you were alive!" I hugged him close, feeling him slightly shifting under me but I didn't care. He was alive, he was alive! Everyone else had to be alive then!

I pulled away from him. "I knew it was all a joke! I knew it! You had me good there my man. Believe you me, I-"

"Everyone isn't alive William." I froze at this.

"Wh-Wh-"

He shook his head and looked away, his grey skin becoming more apparent to me. "Listen...Mark did something to us. He was looking for some sort of way to get-to get vengeance on all of us." He looked to me. "Including you." I stared at him. 'He...He's lying...isn't he?' "I'm not."

I blinked. "Not what?"

"LYING!" He seemed to glitch everywhere for a moment before returning to his old composure, sighing. "Wil, we need to get out of here while we still can. We can discuss other things later but we need to get out so we can still have a chance." He grabbed my hand and began pulling me out.

I stopped him though. "Wait, we need to wait for the attorney! They are alive!"

He paused. "...They...they can't make it right now…" He looked back to me. "Once we get Mark and avenge them, then they can be free. Understand?"

Although I didn't quite understand what he was saying, I knew I could trust him. He was my friend after all, he would never lie to me!...Right?

He pulled us out of the house and away from it all. All of the bodies. All of the blood. All of the madness. All of the grief. He took it all away and I felt...relieved.

He...He was my savior that day. He...He helped me get away from it all. Images began flashing faster and faster in my mind as we boarded a train out of that rancid place. I felt a chuckle beginning to emerge in the back of my throat slowly turning into a much needed laugh and feeling myself becoming more loose. Lovely pink skies followed alongside us as we went. We were going. We were finally going. We were going.

We were...gone.

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