Author's Note: My friend told me that this chapter is cruel and disgusting. I really hope that I'm not scaring anyone away by publishing this… okay, here is chapter fourteen. Please, please, please review…
Chapter Fourteen
"Okay. See you in a while, Cody," Bloody Mary whispered. The whole room was smothered darkness, and the next thing Cody knew, he was in a big, familiar lobby.
Cody was overtaken by dizziness as he looked across the Tipton lobby, standing by the entrance, a sharp dagger gripped tightly in his hand. Bloody Mary's voice rang throughout his head: "Start on the first floor. Choose a suite on each floor and kill everybody in it."
"I can't!" Cody cried.
"What? Giving up already?" Bloody Mary shrilled.
"N-no," Cody replied. He walked slowly to the elevator, not daring to look around his former home. Cody went to the first suite he saw. His hand trembled as he turned the doorknob. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked. It flew open easily as Cody went into the room.
"Can I help you?" an angry voice sounded as the person who spoke stomped up to the doorway. It appeared to be an old woman, gray hair pulled up tightly in a bun.
I can't do this, Cody thought. Yes you can, Bloody Mary's voice sounded through his mind. "Hi," Cody attempted a shaky smile at the old lady.
"What do you want?" The old woman came closer to Cody – within reaching distance. Cody held his breath as he reached out at the lady and pushed her quickly to the ground. The old lady let out a shriek as she collapsed. Cody took out his dagger that wobbled rapidly in his hands. He raised it in the air above the old lady and instantly plunged it into her stomach. The old lady gasped, then let out a horrible sob. Cody shut his eyes tight. Her took his dagger back out of her and turned to the door. The door slammed shut just as he was about to leave. You can't leave, Bloody Mary laughed, the whole point of this game is for you to stay here and watch your victim die. When the old lady dies, I will open the door for you.
"But…" Cody whispered.
"Help me!" the old lady yelled. She lay helpless on the floor, blood flowing out of her stomach like a river. Tears were pouring out of Cody's eyes almost as fast. He felt like a murderer. He didn't want to be a murderer.
"What in the world is wrong with you, you monster?" the old lady sobbed. Cody just stared at her, the suffering expression on the old lady's wrinkled face was plunging into his mind. He would never forget what she looked like. She was the first person that he had killed. Killed. Murdered, Cody thought. The old woman was right. He was just what she said he was. He felt just like a monster.