"So what now?" Clare asked. Her voice was starting to go back to normal now. Eli shrugged. "It's just you and me now," he told her. "We'll get out of here alive. I know we will."

"What are we gonna do?" she questioned. Eli grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Let's try the front door again," he suggested.

He took her hand and they were off on their way. They reached the door and saw no locks on them. Eli and Clare ran up to the doors and tried to open them, only to find them unable to be opened.

"What the hell?" Clare shouted. "Why won't they open?" She slammed her hands against the door and let her palms rest upon the cool glass. This was just too surreal for her.

Eli opened his mouth to say something, but a loud ringing filled the halls as had earlier. He and Clare covered their ears to drown out the ringing and shut their eyes.

Then it stopped. Clare was the first to open her eyes and she noticed something really odd. Adam wasn't where he had been left when he'd died. Come to think of it, he wasn't there when Eli and Clare had gotten to the doors.

"Where's Adam?" Clare asked, still looking at the empty spot on the floor. Eli looked to her then to the spot where Adam should have been. Eli opened his mouth to speak. "He should-"

"Silence," the loud, booming voice ordered. Clare jumped in her skin when the voice spoke. "Go sit down."

Clare and Eli looked to the closed cafeteria doors. They must have shut when all the others had. They creaked open slowly, but only just a slit.

Clare was the first to walk towards them. When she pushed one of the doors open all the way, she screamed at the sight. Everything was set back up at the table like it had been when everyone was still alive and no one died. Only this time, the guests that sat at the table were all dead.

KC sat at his spot at the table with his head taped to the backboard of the large chair. His eyes were closed and his stomach was still ripped open from when he had exploded, but his arms were hugging his wound. His glass was filled back with lemonade and the top had been put back on his plate. His skin had started to turn grey from blood loss and his lips had gone pale.

Fiona was taped by her mouth to the chair as if to flaunt the bullet wound in the dead center of her forehead. Her face was stained and caked with blood and her eyes were open in wonder. Her hands were crossed in her lap, and she wasn't as grey as KC.

Adam wasn't grey; he was as white as a ghost. He'd wore a beanie to the party and that beanie was in his lap. His left hand was nailed to the table, his right glued to a refilled water glass. Dark blue veins crossed his face and his lips were starting to gain a blue tinge to them.

Bianca sat in her original place in front of Adam, but nothing looked wrong with her. Her eyes were open as they would normally be and the only things out of place with her were that her hands were taped to the arm rests of her chair and there were marks on her neck the size of her own fingers from when she'd held her neck.

You couldn't even recognize Drew sitting beside her. His lips were gone, exposing blood covered teeth, he was missing several pieces of his cheeks and forehead, and several oozing slits ran across his bare arms. His shirt was off and still bleeding gashes covered his chest. His forehead and hands were nailed to his chair.

Alli sat beside him and she hardly looked like herself either. Her head was dented in numerous places, bruises covered her face, and the mirror shard was still lodged in her throat. You could hardly tell it was a mirror since it was drenched in blood though. Her bruised eyes were shut...and her hands had been cut off.

Eli grabbed Clare and held her close to him. He turned her around to shield her from the horror that had become of this dinner.

"Sit down," the voice instructed. "I'm not letting her go!" Eli shouted at the ceiling. "Have it your way," the voice said darkly.

Clare and Eli felt a tugging. Next, Clare was ripped away from Eli and they were both thrown to their chairs. They were held in those seats by some supernatural force.

"What the hell is this?" Eli shouted.

Clare didn't struggle against the forces that held her in the chair. She knew what was next; she was going to die. Why should she bother fighting it? The others tried, and look how they ended up: deader than a door nail. She knew there was no way to stop the killer, so why should she bother trying?

Laughter boomed and beamed down from the ceiling. Then, it started to change. It distorted to that of a girl's. Eli looked up at the ceiling in shock. He remembered that voice!

In a flash of lightning, Julia appeared beside Eli. He jumped a little in his chair when he saw her. She was still as beautiful as ever. Her hair was black, flowing, and wild like it had always been. Her dark eyes were brighter than Eli remembered, but her skin still glowed the same way it used to.

"Miss me?" she asked with a dark smile. Eli was speechless as he gazed upon her. Somehow, he found his words.

"Y-you're dead," Eli stuttered out. Julia chuckled. "Technically I'm a ghost," she corrected. "You'd be even more correct if you said I was one of God's angels. I'm just here to do God's work. But first I start here. Your friends were my first task."

"So...you're going to kill me next?" Eli asked. "In case you don't remember, I'm an atheist."

Julia sighed a happy sigh. She brushed her fingers across his cheek. They were cold as ice, but he didn't feel her skin against his; he only felt the cold. "I was like you," she recollected. "But my soul was pure and God gave me a second chance. He wants to give you a second chance. I'm afraid your Clare Bear won't make it though."

Eli struggled in his chair. "No!" he shouted. "You leave her alone. Don't you touch her. Don't-"

"She's right Eli," Clare shouted to cut him off. "I won't make it. The last deadly sin is Envy. And if anything, I've been the most envious of all of us at this table."

"What are you saying?" Eli demanded. "What are you envying? Don't you have everything you want? Sure your parents are getting divorced, but you don't envy anyone."

"I don't envy the children who get to keep their parents," Clare denied. "I envy a dead girl."

Eli's eyes grew wide. "What?" he questioned. He didn't see the wide smile on Julia's face. "I envy Julia, Eli," Clare told him softly. "I want the life you two had. I want the love you gave her. I wanted to be your first and let you be mine." She shouted her next words. "I wanted to be dead so you'd love me more!"

Eli sat speechless. Was this really how Clare felt? He knew she was never fond of Julia, but he didn't know she envied Julia. He didn't know how much she really loved him.

"And now the cat's out of the bag," Julia stated. "She does have a point though, Eli. You always loved me more. Though you let Clare into your heart, she never really filled the space in your heart I had. You never noticed the looks she gave my picture when you were in your room with her. You never noticed from the way she spoke that she was angry or longing for something more. Now if I were you, I'd say goodbye to your girlfriend."

"What?" he asked worried. "Don't hurt her, Julia! Please. Please!"

Julia ignored Eli's pleas. Julia's eyes looked to the silverware at Clare's place set. Clare's knife levitated from the table and flipped to where the blade was facing her right eye. "Your eyes saw what you could never have," Julia stated. "You will see no evil."

The knife flew toward Clare's eye and slowly entered the lower part of her eye. The pain was astonishing, but Clare knew she couldn't scream. She couldn't let Eli see her as weak. She wanted to be strong like Julia.

After a few moments of digging around, the knife popped Clare's right eye from her head. She wanted to scream in agony as the blood oozed from her skull, but she couldn't be weak.

"Your biggest problem was your voice," Julia added. "You always spoke of how you wished you could have what I had; if not out loud to Alli, then to yourselves in your diary. "Now, you will speak no evil."

The knife pulled away from Clare's face to gain momentum. Clare winced from the pain in her eye and smiled weakly. "I love you, Eli," she told him.

And with that, Julia used her powers to send the knife flying right into Clare's throat.

A/N: Congrats to A. Non for getting the killer right. If I had a prize, you'd win it! Chapter 9/Ending right after this one. Please read my other stories. So much more to come! If this chapter was a little off...then I'm sorry. I'm a bit out of it today ^^