Hands grabbed Lui's shoulders aggressively, pulling him to his feet suddenly. Lui screamed and struggled to get away, looking down at the broken window and the drop to the floor below where Daithi lay surrounded by broken glass.
"You killed him, didn't you?" Tyler yelled, shaking Lui's shoulders aggressively. He was covered in blood, most of it not his own. "You pushed him to his death! After all he has done for you?"
"Where is Evan? What did you do to him?" Lui yelled back, kicking Tyler's knees as hard as he could. Tyler stumbled back, forced to drop Lui when his kick connected. "What did you do to him?" Lui repeated as firmly as he could.
"Evan had it coming! You would have done the same fucking thing! Just like how you pushed Daithi!" Tyler roared, stepping threateningly towards was forced to take a step back towards the broken window, glancing nervously at it over his shoulder.
"I didn't kill him! I didn't push him!" Lui cried. "I found him like this! Tyler please listen to me! You aren't acting like yourself! This isn't you! You wouldn't have hurt Evan! Or anyone of us! Tyler please! Something else is doing this! Something evil is killing us! It's making us act like this! Tyler you have to snap out of this! If not, it isn't going to stop till we are all dead!" Lui yelled, forcing himself to step towards him. He eyed the bloody wooden gun in Tyler's hand, his hands and sleeves stained red. He tried not to stare at it and wonder where the blood came from.
Tyler stepped forward to push Lui through the broken window, not expecting him to duck and sprint down the hall as fast as he could. Lui could hear Tyler give chase, his footsteps almost as loud as his screaming.
"You fucking coward! You're a fucking coward!" Tyler screamed as Lui ran down the nearest staircase, quickly finding himself lost in the maze of halls. He could still hear Tyler close behind, not allowing himself to stop running despite how much his lungs hurt with every breath. "I'm going to kill you!" Tyler yelled, his voice sounding fainter as Lui ran up another staircase, back to the third floor. "Just like I killed Evan!"
"Where are you going?" Luke laughed from where he stood in the middle of the hall, suddenly in front of Lui. Lui panicked, turning and running in the direction he had just come only to hear Tyler still coming after him. The thought occurred to him that he would be okay with throwing himself out one of the windows if it meant getting out of this hell.
"Awe come on, Lui! We're just having some fun!" Tyler called out as he reached the top of the stairs at the other end of the hall. Lui was trapped between to the two of them feeling like his death was looming over him, just waiting.
"This way…" A gentle, Irish voice whispered just loud enough for him to hear. The door in front of him had opened on it's own, inviting him inside to safety. Lui scrambled inside, closing and locking the door once he was in. He backed away from it slowly, hearing Tyler and Luke outside yell at him and each other.
Lui recognized the room but he wasn't entirely sure which one it was until he turned around. His eyes landed on Evan, who lay still on the blood covered floor. His back and head was mangled, broken and torn. The wounds were so deep, bone could be seen through the torn flesh and dark blood that glinted in the dim light.
"Evan…" Lui fell to his knees beside his friend, tears falling from his eyes. "I should have listened to Craig...He was trying to tell me that you died too...Evan I'm sorry...You didn't deserve this." Lui sobbed quietly. "None of us deserved this." Lui sat back on the blood stained wood, wiping the tears away from his eyes with his sleeve. He wanted to scream and yell, to destroy whatever did this to them. He was bursting with anger and it was taking all he had to not let it consume him like it had the others.
A sudden noise made Lui jump, his eyes landing on Luke's cell phone. It had fallen in the fight, a few feet away from Evan on the floor where it was now ringing. Lui scrambled towards it, seeing Jonathan's picture on the screen.
"Jon?" He whispered as he answered, moving away from the middle of the room and Evan's body to a desk under the window, crawling under the table as if it would protect him. He curled his knees to his chest, trying to stay calm as he wiped Evan's fresh blood and Craig's dried blood off the screen.
"Lui? Are you okay?" Jonathan cried, his voice loud and hurting Lui's ears.
"No...No they are all dead...I'm the only sane one left...Tyler and Luke got weapons and...They are coming for me." Lui sobbed. "Evan is dead...Craig and Daithi are dead...Brian and Brock. They are all gone! And I'm gonna be next." He could hear Jonathan take a shaky breath that could have been a sob.
"Don't...Don't say that. There has got to be a way out of there, right? Maybe a secret tunnel or a trap door. You can't give up, Lui! You can't!" Jonathan tried to reassure him. Lui shook his head, knowing there was nothing. They would have found it by now if there was a way.
"Jon...You have always been such a wonderful friend. You always cared so much about us…" Lui trailed off, glancing up at Evan's still, bloody body. "I'm glad you aren't here...You deserve to live a happy life."
"Lui! Stop! Help should be there by now! You're going to get out of this! I'm getting on the next flight there and I'll be there too-"
"No! You can't come here. You can't come here...You'll die too. Please stay where you are safe." Lui said quietly. A loud bang made him jump and look up at the door with wide eyes. "They are coming for me…"
"Who is?!" Jonathan cried, sounding frantic and terrified. "Tyler and Luke? Lui... they wouldn't do that!"
"Yes they would! They want to kill me! Someone has to die every hour, Jon! It won't be them this time. They wanna make it to six when the sun comes up…" Lui sounded crazed, out of his mind with fear.
"Yes the sun is going to rise and you'll see it too! At least defend yourself!" Jonathan begged. "You have to fight too...Even if it is our friends."
"Jonathan…I'm so scared. I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Lui repeated over and over. A red light on the phone caught his eye, the low battery warning flashing urgently. "Goodbye, Jonathan." The banging on the door echoed in Lui's ears as he closed his eyes tightly, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Lui?" Jonathan cried. "Lui talk to m-" The phone shut off suddenly, the silence Lui was left in was deafening. He stared at Evan's still body, expecting him to move at any moment.
"Ev…" Lui could barely make a noise, glancing nervously up at the door. "Evan...Please help me...Please…" It was useless. Evan was gone and Lui was alone. He had to accept it. His only possible way to freedom was the third story window above the table he hid under and the pavement below. Another bang shook the door, making Lui jump. He braced himself, ready to crawl out from under the table.
"Lui!" Tyler laughed manically, the sound of wood cracking sending chills down his spine. "Lui!" The door broke open with an explosion of splintering wood, Tyler and Luke stumbling into the room. His heart sank as he realised they had decided to team up against him, wanting him dead more than each other. Lui scrambled to his feet, pulling himself on top of the table as he threw himself at the window with all his weight when it would not budge.
"No please! Let me out!" Lui wailed, hitting the glass as hard as he could but it would not break. "Let me out!" He screamed as hands grabbed him, dragging him off the table and throwing him to the floor. Tyler and Luke stared down at him, bloody smiles on their faces and weapons in their hands. Lui scrambled away, trying to avoid slipping on the blood on the floor as he got to his feet and ran into the dark hall, Tyler and Luke close behind.
"Come on, Lui! We're gonna make it easy on you!" Luke laughed, his footsteps loud behind Lui who continued to run as fast as he could. He forced himself to not look back over his shoulder, able to hear how close they were to him by their screaming and laughter. "Lui!"
He tried to tell himself it was just his imagination, that it was just the fear playing trick on him, but Lui could have sworn that he saw his dead friends in the door ways as he ran past, yelling at him to run. Brock stood bloody and broken, pointing to the stairs at the end of the hall with a begging look on his face. Brian was pale and wide eyed, staring at Tyler and Luke with terror. A ghost shouldn't be scared of the living. Craig in his bloody sweatshirt with an even paler face, seemed to step out in front of Tyler, as if he could stop him, reach out from the other side and calm him. Daithi urged Lui on, his cut and bruised hand still reaching for him. Lui looked back at the ghosts, tears in his eyes when he saw his dead friends. He couldn't give up now, not on them.
He reached the stairs, unprepared for the force of Luke's hands on his back shoving him down the wooden flight. Lui cried out as he fell, rolling down the hard wooden stairs, his hands flailing in an attempt to grab the railing. He landed painfully on the floor at the bottom, a small cry of pain escaping his throat. He had never felt so much pain before. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't move; he couldn't fight back when Luke pinned him down to the floor, the hard wooden barrel of his gun pressed against his throat, choking the air out of him. Lui gasped, tears falling from his bulging eyes as he struggled to breathe, weakly clawing at Luke's arms in an attempt to get him off. "Just die already! It'll be easier for you!" Luke yelled, pressing the handle harder against Lui's throat. "This is your hour, Lui! Someone has to die! It's gonna be you! I ain't dying now! I'm getting out of here!" Luke screamed, the barrel of the gun bruising Lui's neck as Luke put all his weight on it, crushing the air out of Lui.
Lui's desperation and fear was so overwhelming, he didn't notice the dark shadow stumbling down the stairs, the sound of metal scraping on the wood heard faintly over slow, limping footsteps. Lui gasped desperately for air, his head feeling like it was going to explode as his vision blurred painfully. The slow footsteps got louder, the dark figure getting closer as something metal dragged behind them.
Luke glanced up in the direction of the sound, having to take a double take as his eyes widened with absolute terror. Luke was suddenly thrown off Lui, blood splattering onto Lui's face and the floor around him. Lui gasped for air as he crawled away, his whole body feeling bruised.
"Evan…" Luke's voice sounded dazed, blood dripping down his face. Lui's eyes moved up to the dark figure standing over Luke, an axe held tight in their mangled, broken hands. Lui put his hand over his mouth to stop from screaming in terror. Evan stood over Luke, covered in blood and wounds, his eyes completely black and a smile on his torn face. Evan raised the axe over his head and brought it down on Luke's skull over and over, till nothing was left to identify his friend but a pool of blood and flesh. Lui stared in horror at Evan as he straightened up, his wide, black eyes turning to Lui.
"How...You are dead...How?" Lui could barely get the words out, too scared to move. "E-Evan…" The demon stepped towards Lui, the bloody axe dragging on the ground. His possessed friend laughed, raising the axe above his head.
Somewhere in the house, the clock tolled four.