"I'm sorry, Mion, But it's time for you to take the fall." Shion says.

"What?" Keiichi gasps.

"It's like you said, Keiichi. Everything's going to be all right."

"What are you talking about?" Keiichi asks.

"Everyone thinks Mion's the culprit, right? So Keiichi, you and I escaped Mion."

Shion picks up a knife. Keiichi and Mion watch in horror as Shion cuts herself. She puts big, long slashes over her entire body. She slides the knife very slowly, cutting deep. Her arms. Her face. Her stomach. Shion falls to her hands and knees, dropping the knife. Blood dribbles to the floor.

"What are you doing, Shion?" Keiichi shouts.

Shion looks up at him and smiles. "She tortured us, didn't she?"

"Shion, you don't have to…"

"Yes I do! They wont believe me otherwise!" Shion gasps. "You better not talk, Keiichi! You better not say anything when we're rescued!"

"I won't say a word. I don't want to loose both of you."

"Oh Keiichi, you treat me so well. Don't worry; I wont hurt you and I won't ask you to help me dispose of Mion. I don't want to hurt Mion either, but she's a necessary sacrifice."

Shion turns to look at Mion. "Remember, you tortured us. Bye, bye." She says, and tazes her.

Shion positions Mion on the ground. Shion strips naked and throws her clothes down the well. She dresses Mion in a ceremonial gown. Keiichi watches in horror as Shion calmly sets the scene.

She turns to Keiichi. "Your part in this is simple. Stay silent. You've been broken, and you're catatonic. You don't talk, OK?"

Keiichi indicates that he understands.

Shion continues, "One last thing to take care of. We must make sure Mion can't give us away." She grabs a box cutter. Keiichi is forced to watch as Shion slices open Mion's esophagus from collarbone to jaw. She stretches the wound open wide to make it stay open.

"There. Everything's perfect. Now we wait for the police." Shion lies down on the rack and shackles her ankles. Then she shackles her own wrists with a pair of handcuffs. The teens wait as the police break down the door.

1 Week Later

Keiichi lies in a hospital bed. He had been seen by various psychologists and psychiatrists from various fields and practices, and they said he was good enough to go home. He just had to spend one more night in the hospital, and he would leave in the morning. He was just about to fall asleep, when there was a knock on the door. "It's open." He shouts.

The door opens, and he gasps as Shion walks in.

"Don't be afraid," she says.

"I, um, wasn't expecting to see you so soon." Keiichi says.

Shion sits down on the side of the bed. "You talked." She says.

"What are you talking about?"

"You told them about me. I told you not to tell!"

"I didn't say anything! I faked repressing it! I told them I didn't remember anything!"

"LIAR!"

"I swear to you! I didn't…" Keiichi's sentence was cut off by a punctured lung. Shion had just driven an ice pick into the right side of his chest. Blood dribbles from the corner of his mouth. Keiichi gasps for breath, choking on blood.

"I told you not to tell." She pulls the ice pick out and rams it into the other side of his chest. He coughs, spraying droplets of blood onto Shion's face. He seizes, every muscle tightening and releasing. Shion grabs his head and rams the ice pick into his eye, smashing through the back of the socket and burying itself 3 inches into Keiichi's brain. She stirs the ice pick around, shredding gray matter. Keiichi stops moving. She pulls the pick out and wipes it on the bed sheet. She walks to the door. "Goodnight, Keiichi."

Doctors rush into Keiichi's room. They throw the sheets off the bed and rip open his shirt. One doctor rubs gel on the defibrillator paddles as another asks the nurse, "What happened?"

"I'm not sure." She responds. "He was asleep, then he started screaming. He sounded like he was having a conversation, but the room was empty. He then seized for several minutes before flat-lining."

"CLEAR!" The doctor shocks Keiichi. They spend several minutes trying to revive him.

"Ok. Call it. Time of death, 7:42 pm. Likely cause of death, heart attack. Take him down to the morgue."

THE END

Author's Note: Thats the end of the story. I'm kind of dissapointed with it. There were many more scenes that I thought of but couldn't fit into the story. The next chapter or two will be for those.