WARNING: This story has alot of blood in it and can be depressing at times.

Read on and be scared.....

DISCLAIMER: Me no own. You no own. Hoorah.

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"They're coming to get me." he thought, "Theres no way out this time. Thery're coming to get me."

"I can hear them now. Its too late. They're coming to get me."

The pounding on the door countinued. He grabbed the tightly wrapped, burning, poison paper off of the floor and sucked the life out of it.

"Its too late." he thought again, "They're coming to get me."

He heard a loud yell from outside the door, "Ok Frasier, open the door! Im not kidding this time! I dont know what the hell you're doin' in there, but I can hear you!!" Roz hit the wood with her fist for what seemed to be the thousandth time that evening, "Open up!!" she yelled in vain.

"Its too late now. They know my name."

"Frasier?!" Niles called, "Open the door! We know what youve been hiding now! Just give it up!" there was an angry edge to his voice.

"I have to kill them." He said silently, "Kill the spiders."

Once again, Frasier grasped the bloody knife that lay on the coffee table in his pale, sweaty hand. The "spiders" were all around him now, circling with their fangs that dripped deadly poison. The largest spider, the leader with glowing red eyes lunged at him. He swung the knife at his imaginary attacker, but missed and drove the sharp blade into his arm with intense pain that he could not feel. In his mind he had killed the spider, it was sliced in half and its blood, not his own was the blood running out of his arm.

"SERVES YOU RIGHT!!" he screamed to the fake, dead spider.

"Frasier?" Roz shouted through the door, "Frasier, who in the name of god are you talking to?"

Frasier swung again at the remaining "spiders" that crawled up his arm, slashing deep gashes in his flesh. The carpet grew redder. He slashed over and over again, untill he felt so weak, that he dropped the long, blood-stained silver knife on to the floor and collapsed into a bloody heap on his side. He breathing became more and more labored, untill it was accompanied by a gasp and a wheeze. The effects of the drug were begining to wear off and he could now identify the voice behind the door as someone other than a stalker.

"Roz?........" he called weakly, "Roz, help me Roz! I cant....Im...." he trailed off.

"Frasier? I heard you honey. What is it? Did you hurt hurt your back again? Oh great. Wheres Daphne?"

"No." he responded softly.

"Roz dont act like you dont know whats wrong with him!!" Niles yelled, "Hes a fricking crackhead and I have proof, damnit!" he practically screamed, shoving Roz out of the way. She landed hard on the floor of the hallway with a loud "thump." "Ow, Niles! Stop it!" she yelled, standing up and trying to push him back.

It was too late.

Niles shoved open the door.

For a moment, there was silence, as the two brothers stared at each other. Niles' eyes welled up with tears at the sight of his older sibling, the same man he had trusted for his entire life, bleeding to death and gasping for air.

"Its not him." he thought, "He's too skinny and pale. Theres no way."

Suddenly, the younger of the two felt hot anger rising in his throat. It filled his mouth with a sickening feeling, untill he couldnt control it anymore. He wandered over to his brother, who followed him fearfully with glazed, cloudy eyes.

"Niles..........." he gasped, "Dear god, help me."

Niles kicked him in the chest with all his force. Frasier felt what little air he had, forced out of him. He coughed loudly and spat blood onto the already soaked carpet. Pain and blood filled his lungs and he felt like he couldnt breathe anymore.

"Niles..........Im so sorry..." he managed to cough before collapsing again into blackness.

And suddenly, Niles wished he never had done that.

Part two to come!