A note from Angel: Seeing as this chapter is so short I thought it would be a good idea to post 2 chapters today, in stead of just one.

Chapter 6

Even though this was the fifth dead body that he had seen, it didn't make it any easier. The nausea had swept over him again as he comforted Emily.

Kane's hands had been tied behind his back, his eye's had been gouged out, his ears sliced off and something that resembled acid had been poured down his throat.

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," Chris whispered to John. "The three wise monkey's."

John looked at Chris blankly, but didn't say anything.

Chris's mind was plagued with the thoughts of who could have possibly have done this and where were they now? Was that person watching Chris and John? Or was he somewhere torturing Ken.

Chris was trying to stay calm but it was getting hard to be calm when he was as shaken as hell. He was scared for his life. Tears flooded his eyes and he let them fall down his face as he stood, still looking at the disgusting sight of his once living friend. Three of his good friends were dead, and he knew why. But was this a message to him? Was he getting slide shows of what was going to happen to him soon? Would this perverse fuck do this to John? Would he do it to John in Chris's presence? He couldn't bare to think those thoughts. 'Ken!' Chester realised they still had to find him.

'W-what?' Emily said finally able to stand.

"We shouldn't still be standing here, we should be looking for Ken, he could still be alive!" Chris was praying to God that Ken was still alive.

'We don't know that. He's probably dead somewhere, just like the others. We're the only ones left!' Now it was John's turn to get hysterical.

'No, John. Don't think like that. Ken could quite very well still be alive if we hurry. Come on,' Chris took a firm hold on John's hand and pulled him in the direction of Ken's dressing room.

They got to Ken's dressing room, and Chris slowly opened the door to the room. It was empty. Ken wasn't there, he wasn't in the communal room, they weren't sure where he was.

"I vote we get out of here. We're never going to find him if he's alive, and I don't particularly want to find him if he's dead," John said to Chris.

"I guess your right. We need to call the cops and get this finished. Let's just go to the exit through the parking lot," grabbing Emily's hand, they walked ahead of John. When the reached the door to the parking lot they were plunged into darkness. There was no orange 

glow from the lights that were usually on. Emily let go of Chris's hand abruptly as they walked through the underground car park.

Grabbing at the air, he suddenly found himself alone.

"Em? John?" he called into the darkness.

He heard Emily's squeaks from somewhere behind him, then they went silent. Had the sick and twisted fuck that had killed his friends, killed John and Emily now too?

"JOHN? EMILY?" Chris screamed. As he did this the lights came on. Chris screamed more than he had ever screamed in his life.

Suspended from the rafters above him, was Ken. There was a noose made out of mic chords wrapped around his neck, blood trickling from his ears and eyes, and dripping from the toe of his bare feet.

Chris threw himself to the ground as he continued to scream, he was close to throwing up. Tears ran down his face, burning his skin, he tried to wipe the blood from his face but he was just covering himself more with the thick red liquid. Some dripped onto his lips, he could taste it. He could taste Ken's blood!

He heard footsteps and looked up from his position on the floor John towered over him looking at him with a vacant expression. Chris looked to his left and saw Emily laying face down, not moving and barely breathing.

"What are you gonna do now, Chris?" John asked the man that laid in front of him.