Chapter Twenty: Gunpoint

Kyle exited the woods and the hotel was in sight. He was anxious to see someone suffer, so he quickly and quietly opened any random window he saw with a crowbar (A/N:Don't ask me how thats possible.) He stepped inside, through the window and saw someone asleep in bed and stared down at his next victim. Courtney. To wake her up he slapped her in the face, but quickly covered her mouth so she couldn't yell. His prediction was true. She tried to scream but couldn't with his hand in the way. But she stopped when she felt a cold hard gun against her forehead. He slowly removed his hand from her face. She heard the gun click and without hesitating she yelled,"Wait!" He slammed both his hands over her mouth and looked over to the door with a worried expression.

"Shut Up!" He whispered.

When he saw that no one was coming he grabbed his gun that was on the ground and pointed it to her again.

"So it was you." She whispered, narrowing her eyes.

"It's about time you caught up." He said sarcastically.

"But...Why?" She asked, sitting up in her bed.

"It's simple darling, but I can't tell you. Or I would have to kill you." He answered her.

"But you were about to do it anyways!" She screamed, causing Kyle to drop his gun right beside her, to cover her mouth again. She swiftly reached for the gun and pointed it directly to Kyle.

"You see? I always get what I want." She smiled, pretending to look innocent.

But Kyle didn't look the least bit worried. With one fast move he took his dagger from his pants pocket.

"You know, I'm kinda glad that poison didn't work, That way you could be in even more pain." He told her as they were both glaring at eachother.

"So you poisoned me! Harold was right." she told him,"But how?"

"Lets just say I had some help." He answered her while polishing his dagger with his shirt.

Courtney thought of when Heather gave her a tray of food,"Heather?" Kyle nodded his head. Courtney closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. She placed her finger on the trigger, but dropped the gun when she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Drops of blood escaped past her lips and her once copper skin was now pale. She fall back in her bed and clenched the wound in pain. Kyle watched her suffer and smiled in satisfaction.

I know this chapter is WAY short. but I wanted to dedicate this chapter to Courtney. Someone left me a review that said Courtney should figure out everything before she died, well here it is!

Will the others make it back? How will Duncan react to Courtney's death? And am I afraid to read my own reviews?

Find out!