Blood. He could smell blood.

It was as if the rotten stench of the stuff had been placed under his nose, potent enough to make his stomach churn with nausea. It was the first thing he had noticed. It was the last thing that would leave his mind.

Michael Kelso felt his chest heave with labored breathing as he came to. After the heavy scent of blood, he noticed it was dark. And cold. His skin was prickled and every hair seemed to stand on end as he slowly peered around the apparent room he was being held in. What the hell had he gotten them all into and how could he fix it? He was practically useless except the fact he had a gun if he needed to use it.

The surroundings were unfamiliar to him, from what he could see. This was a room he hadn't ventured in; perhaps it wasn't even the house. Although currently his mind couldn't wrap his head around what he had seen or what had happened so he wasn't exactly sure what was real and what wasn't.

All of the blood and insides splayed out as if it were a galleria. The hanging figure in the room he couldn't help but recognize; it was his brother, Hyde. Whoever tried to kill him had gotten to Hyde before. And if they had gotten Hyde, of all people, then dammit, they were all screwed.

But maybe not. Maybe he could fix it. Maybe he could save them all; even if it was the last thing he could do. If he knew his friends were safe, he could die happy.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

That voice. The high-pitch tone had caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand; not quite like the shrill yowl of an alley cat, not quite like the sickening scream of a mountain lion. But the eyes held the same kind of malice as they seemed to glow fiendishly in the dark.

"You might not wanna move that pretty little body, Michael. You might not like what you'll find."

Kelso's brown eyes glared into the blue set that seemed to mock him as the familiar girl sat cross-legged in front of him.

"What did you do to me?" A barking laugh was his answer

"Oh, how I have missed you and your selfishness, Kelso," answered the blonde as she leaned toward him. Kelso pulled away before she could get too close.

"Caroline, what are you doing here? We haven't seen you for years! What did you do to Hyde? Where are my friends?!" His voice was shaking now as he tried to hold back the fear and worry that plagued his heart. "Please… just tell me they're okay."

"They're okay." Her response seemed rehearsed, and her smile was sickeningly sweet.

"No, don't just tell me they're okay. Tell me the truth, what the hell did you do to them?"

A long sigh was heard as Caroline's lips tightened and she lay back on the floor, less than a foot away from Kelso. Where was his gun…?

"Well, it's pretty obvious what I did to Steven; I mean you didn't hallucinate that. I did once, but then I stopped taking that medicine. It made my tummy hurt."

Kelso couldn't help it; his jaw dropped in awe at the clinically insane girl lying next to him. Oh, the countless times he could have said that and laughed. He wished it was a moment like that now. It took all of the willpower in his body to refrain from beating her then and there. Instead, he took a calm breath; violence could wait. Right now he needed answers.

"Listen, Caroline." Kelso panted through gritted teeth as he tried to fight off the pain radiating through his back. Although he was cold, he could feel his hair on his forehead cling together from beads of sweat that wet his face. "I did nothing to you. Now, I have a gun. And if you don't answer my questions right the first time, I will blow your fucking head off. Do you copy?"

"Roger that." She chirped almost too happily; her tone made his stomach squirm.

Kelso took a deep breath as he searched the pocket of his jacket; his heart leapt for joy as he felt the hand weapon hidden in the cloth.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" She repeated his question. Kelso gritted his teeth and unclenched his fist. "For fun, of course!"

"Oh, so stabbing people and cutting out their insides before hanging them is fun to you?"

"More or less, it depends on my outlook of the day. Tomorrow I may start with a bubble bath, ooh or maybe cookies. Haven't decided yet."

Kelso was dealing with a crazy. He couldn't do it; shooting her didn't seem… right. But she had stabbed him and killed Hyde, that wasn't right either. She was dangerous and more than likely armed and she was a threat. That was enough code to shoot down anyone. But… he knew her. They were almost friends once; she had dated his best friend. Although she turned out to be a real nutcase.

"So, you gonna fight your morals or are you just gonna do it? You realize that it's the easy way out for me? After all I've done tonight, maybe I did it because I want to die, did you think about that, love?"

"Don't… wait, what the hell do you mean? What have you done to my friends?" His eyes met Caroline's, and that was his biggest mistake. He had played right into her hand.

"Oh, Michael, wouldn't you…" she traced her index finger down his cheek, "like to know…" she trailed off, her finger hovering at his chest. She bit her lip and smiled mischievously at him. He shuddered at her touch. "I'm sorry, it would just spoil all of my fun!"

Kelso scrubbed his hand through his hair in frustration; he wanted answers and this was going nowhere.

"Let's see… I started with you, actually. You're just too easy, pun intended." She began, eyes flickering with excitement as she began her story. "Here you are, stuck with me. But what have I done to your friends? I gave them what they deserved. Just like I'll do to you."

Kelso couldn't wrap his head around this. What had they done to her? Sure, they called her "crazy" a few times but that was years ago and honestly they were pretty spot on by the looks of it. He wasn't exactly the smartest person but he knew there was absolutely no way on God's green earth that what Caroline was doing was justified. She was too messed up in the head to realize it.

He had to talk her down. He had to get her to calm down enough so he could at least knock her out before going to try and find his friends. Or calling the police… he needed help. But for now, if he could figure this out, he could do this on his own. She just had to remain unsuspecting and he knew that would be way too difficult.

"Listen, Caroline…" he began shakily, biting on his lip as a shock of pain radiated through his back from the stab wound; he wasn't going to focus on how he managed to survive that wound right now. "Could you just tell me what you think we-?"

"What I think? Why what I think, because I'm fucking psychotic? It's all in my head? Save, it, Kelso, I've heard it all before. You know you took my life from me, you took everything from me!"

Kelso scoffed.

"Wait, this is all about Fez? Caroline, you stalked him. We had no part of your fallout." Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say to calm her down. He was bad at this.

"SHUT UP!" Caroline screamed, causing Kelso's stomach to drop at the sound of the harsh pitch. She was demented, it was almost as if she was possessed or something. But he knew this was her and that was what made this even scarier. "If it weren't for you and that scarlet whore you all called a friend, Fez would be mine. And he WILL be mine, in life and in death."

Kelso stared blankly at the blonde who remained curled in the fetal position on the floor. Her eyes were like daggers as she glared so viciously at him, her lip curled in a snarl only wolves could possess. She was cornered, she was scared. Her life has been threatened by them, and in order to get her to stop…

"I'm sorry."

Desperate words for desperate times and he knew this was the time and place. The look on her face, as if he had smacked her, made it seem as if his words had hit home. For a second, a glimmer of something other than malice glimmered in her eyes. For a second, he thought he could reach her and stop this madness, whatever it was.

But then, that moment was gone. The shimmer had faded back to the vicious glint of piercing blue and a wicked smile that would put the Cheshire cat to shame spread across her face. Kelso felt his stomach twist with heavy waves of nausea as she stood up above him.

He had failed.

"Sorry, Kelso. It's too damn late for apologizing." She spat, pulling a silver blade from her pocket. "Although, those will probably be the nicest last words I'll hear tonight."

Kelso screamed and pushed as hard as he could to move out of the way of the blade that was raised above his body. Only he couldn't move; he was stuck.

"Paralyzed, actually." Caroline chirped, wearing a pout on red painted lips. "From the looks of it, the waist down. How ironic."

Kelso's eyes shifted from the blade in her hand to his legs. His hand trembled violently as he moved to touch the now useless limbs. He couldn't feel it. Only heaviness.

Yet as his eyes moved back to face Caroline, he was met with the silver glint of the point right between the eyes.

Fez felt his body quake as he spit the bile from his mouth one last time.

His best friend, his brother, the person in this world he could trust the most.

Gone.

Slowly, the dark-toned man turned to face the woman behind the murders of his friends. Caroline wore a face of sympathy as he coughed and spluttered.

"Caroline, where is he?"

She clicked her tongue and grabbed his hand.

"Can't tell you that now, we've only just started! And Fezzy, telling you would just ruin the big surprise."

The last thing the 21 year old saw was her cold blue eyes as she pulled the cloth bag over his head.

AN: Quick shout out: To the reviewer Disappointed, this one is for you.

And just to let all of my friends and readers know, I am no way in hell giving up on any of my stories. I don't break promises and I am not a liar.

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