Once again, reminding you not to hate me.

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I was pulled with my back to the man, and drug to the middle of the room, struggling with all my might.

"MMM EEI OOOHH" my yell was muffled by his hand, and it came out all messed up.

The man behind me chuckled, but stopped suddenly when there was a knock on the door.

"KATEY/FLEUR! WHAT'S WRONG?" I heard in two languages ask at the same time.

"Say you're fine. Say it or die." He whispered roughly in my ear, and loosened his grip on my face.

"CALL 911!" I screamed, just before I heard a small snap. I just had enough time to wonder, what in the world was that? Before I felt the pains come from my tailbone. He had broken my tail bone.

The hand came around my mouth again, this time as an iron grip, making me worry he was going to break my jaw.

"You're going to pay for that." He said, squeezing harder.

I let out a small whimper, already imagining the sound of teeth popping out of my gums.

The man laughed harder, but just like before, stopped mid-chuckle.

It hadn't been just me. The unmistakable break squeal could be heard from out side, followed by car doors slamming, and then "POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR!" from out front.

The door could be heard opening, and then a pounding on the bedroom door.

The man already had an idea though. He dragged me backwards; still against him until he was leaned against the door blocking it better than Erik could have done by himself, seeing as he was still bleeding.

Evidently the man had slashed through the Jugular Vein as well, because blood, though starting to cake in other areas, was still seeping, even as I watched.

I couldn't take my eyes off the ever so still form of Erik, the famous un-beatable opera Ghost, finally beaten by the very man who was holding my mouth and my waist, starting to crush my diaphragm.

"POLICE! OPEN UP!" a voice thundered from outside, still pounding on the door and jiggling the knob.

"If you were the police," the man shouted back "then you would have had sirens."

There was no response from the other side of the door, only an increased attempt to open the door. And then it hit me. The girls hadn't called the cops… instead they called the guys.

And I had another revelation at the same time, too.

The man who was holding me captive wasn't just some random stranger… it was Francois.

Well this just makes everything all the more fun! I thought sarcastically.

I twisted violently under François's grip, and managed to steal a few seconds of freedom.

"It's Francois! He's already killed Erik!" I shouted, and the door stopped shaking.

"Katey! Are you alright?" Came Ethan's voice.

I didn't have time to reply. Francois's hand had already darted out, reaching for me; but I kicked out, hitting him between his legs, and then his knees out from under him, remembering the last time I tried to hit the male soft spot.

His knees gave way like I hoped, but he landed on Erik's face, breaking his nose with a crunch, and causing more blood to flow, while I had thought no human could bleed that much.

I kneed him in the head, but he caught my leg, pulling my down on top of the bloody Erik, making him actually squish under me.

Francois rose quickly, and before I had time to react, he kicked me hard in the chest, making me gasp.

He kept a knee on my stomach, and reached in his pocket for something that I couldn't see…

But then it came into view, still coated in Erik's gore that hadn't yet dried.

He yanked me up, and again pulled me, back against chest, and into the middle of the room, but instead of having his other hand around my waist, it was now against my throat, with the knife in hand.

I felt Erik's vital fluids against the flesh just above my jugular, still sticky.

The door flew open and Ethan and the rest of the guys fell in, stumbling over Erik's lifeless body.

But they had no choice but to ignore him as they saw me, about to die… for good this time.

"Let her go!" Demanded Ethan, rushing forward.

"Stay where you are and she remains unscathed." Francois snarled.

He and the rest of the guys stepped back, trying not to provoke the mad man keeping me captive.

Francois turned his attention from the boys wholly to me, and stroked my skin with the knife gently, saying quietly "And now my dear, I ask of you. Do you wish to die like your friend over there did?"

I started to shake my head, but realized it was a rouse for me to slice my neck myself. I changed tactics, choosing to try and speak.

"MO" I said calmly, not betraying my fear. But why should I be afraid? I thought suddenly. He's just a psycho who is currently trying to prove something by killing me; which really wouldn't prove anything besides the fact he's deranged.

I suddenly relaxed my tense posture and stopped trying to struggle. And then I did nothing but stand there, looking at the wall, unable to stare any of my friends in the face.

And then, without any warning at all, I made my move. I bit against his hand while jerking my neck away from the knife, and elbowing him hard between his rib cage.

The result was him letting me go, and I lunged for the blade, grabbing it away from him, but accidentally slicing my palm.

But I couldn't feel any of the pain. Not from my tailbone or my hand, which was bleeding freely. The only thing that mattered was that I had kicked Francois's knees from under him again; he was now at my mercy, kneeling before me, and I now had the cutlass at his throat.

"You made my life hell; prepare to die." I said clearly. Francois looked up at me with something like fear and plea in his eyes, but I ignored it, glaring down at him.

"Good-bye forever." I said coldly, before making my move, and slicing his jugular in the same manner he did Erik's.

I stepped back swiftly, but not before a squirt of blood splattered on the front of my jeans and sweater, staining it even darker as Francois fell on my lap, wetting me to the skin with every pulse from his still beating heart.

I dropped the dagger on the carpet, and stepped back again, letting the man who had tortured me almost to insanity fell with a thump onto the carpet, wetting it with a deep pool of red.

The room was at a stand still behind me, and when I turned to face to mob, I had no emotion on my face.

I stared at them for a fleeting second before I pushed through them, seeking the pure, cold openness of the outdoors.

I threw my back door open, greeting the below freezing temperature with open arms, and felt flecks of snow land on my face and hair, and all over my clothes, sticking to the fresh blood, staining it red.

I bent down and scooped up a handful with my good hand and pressed it against my open wound, making it sting and hurt.

My mind was spinning. I had murdered a man, and seen another dead man, still bleeding… and cruor all over my parent's room and now living room from me.

How was I going to explain this to my mother and father? Or the Police? Or the EMTs when they take Erik and Francois's bodies away?

An unnerving weight seemed to settle on my shoulders, making me physically sag, and I wanted nothing more than to drop flat on the snow covered grass and fall sleep. It couldn't have been later than one in the afternoon, but I already felt as though I'd been awake for days on end.

I felt my body fall, but at the same time didn't. It was as though I was slowly going numb…

I felt a jolt go through me as I realized what was happening to my body.

Symptoms of severe blood loss were disorientation, numbness, and the overcoming feeling like you're going to fall asleep.

I lifted my head weakly to check out my hand, but it was unidentifiable in all the red snow.

I lifted my hand, bringing it close to my face, and I saw that the blood hadn't even begun to cake. It was still going strong. I tilted it back, palm up, but the blood seemed to ooze up.

And that's when I suddenly felt sick. I felt the world spin wildly, and I felt my stomach start to heave.

I turned my face away, and tried to breath deep and slow. I didn't know what had come over me… I'd never felt sick at the sight of blood before, but now all of a sudden I felt like I was going to faint… but if I did, then I would give in to possible death… whether it be from the cold or loss of vital fluid.

I tried sitting up, raising my hand above the level of my heart, but I still felt trickles of the gore trickle down my sleeves, over my arm pits and down my sides. That and the sharp, stabbing pains from the broken tail bone were enough to make me just want to run around screaming in agony… but I knew I was stronger than that; succumbing to a little pain.

I rolled over onto my stomach, trying to keep the pain out of my rear as well as my hand.

I started to worry… why hadn't anyone come looking for me? Did they not want to be in the presence of a murder?

I felt sick at the thought of that… my whole life ruined from one little mistake made in the heat of the moment… forsaken by everyone I met… unless I just spent the rest on my life in prison…

My head spun, and it felt like boulders were being dropped on my head and the rest of my body too, for that matter. I was being crushed with pain, and things were spinning again as though I were drunk…

Feeling too tired to deal with all of these feelings… I shut my eyes, letting myself let go, if only I could drift into peaceful blackness… no dreams or nightmares…

There was black, all around me now, but the pain remained still, always cutting into my hand, and crushing my tail with forces that only the strongest could survive… then sirens… loud noise that made my eardrums want to explode… pin pricks at my wrist, sending a cold poison into my veins, spreading up through my heart and back around my circulatory system… the strange sensation of being lifted…and then, something warm, numbing all of my pain, sending me into a delirious stupor…

I'm drunk! I thought before drifting, finally, into a peaceful slumber.

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THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD, THE WICKEDEST WITCH THERE EVER WAS, THE ENIMY OF ALL OF US HERE IN OZ, IS DEAD!

Sorry, that seemed appropriate…

Sorry again for killing of the beloved Erik… please don't kill me.

Also, I'm going to be in Arizona until July 20th. I MAY or MAY not finish this thing, before we leave tonight, so I'm going to cross my fingers, and advise you to do the same.