*This chapter is mine! I had a bit of a time restraint because I was falling behind in school but I managed. Once again we do not own any sexy beasts used in our story.*

We had been searching for Jeffree forever. Adam was going door to door asking people if they had seen him. Jayy was constantly making phonecalls to his never-ending list of contacts. I got up from the curb and told Jayy was going to go check around the block. He didn't seem to hear but I didn't feel like repeating myself so I left.

After a while I realized I had walked further than a block. I was at the end of a road, the road that was always abandoned except for on halloween. I looked up at the old crumbling mental hospital and smirked. Nothing about it seemed scary, "it's just an old building with a terrible past."

I pushed the iron gate open, pieces of rust sticking to my gloves. "God this place smells like dead people.."

Dr. Vanity looked out the shattered stained glass window with a sick grin on his face. His relfection glimmered on the blade of the large knife in his hand; distorted by the dried blood. "Come to look for your friend have you?" He threw the knife behind him, it landed in the cut open chest of a blue-haired boy...

"Jesus Christ! Why wont this fucking door open?" I took a good kick at it, but all it did was shatter in the middle, leaving an opening of sharp splinters. I crawled inside, tripping over my own feet. I put my hands out to catch myself. I winced as shards of wood and glass dug into my palms.

As I sat there pulling splinters out of my hands, I noticed a pink high heel sitting not far from me. I wiped my hands off, getting blood all over my leather jacket, and crawled over and picked it up. It was Jeffree's shoe! It had to be!

I got up, using the burnt wall to hold myself up. I must have twisted my ankle or something. My hand slipped into a hole in the wall; spiders crawling out up my arm. I love those little fuckers to death but when your in the dark and you have no idea whats going on, you act like me and start panicking, flailing your arms around and screaming like a pussy.

Number one rule of walking on an old staircase: dont wear creepers. My heel caught the edge of the step, and I went down, banging my head at least three times. I went to land on the last step when someone caught me. I groaned, almost unable to open my eyes. I really wish I hadn't.
His face was burned to a crisp, and his eyes were cold as death. I tried to pull away but I had zero energy left in me. Fuck it. I blacked out, leaving my fate in the hands of this man.

I woke up god knows how long later. I went to go feel my head, but my arms were strapped down, as were my legs. I could only see out of one eye, as if someone had punched me to the point of bruising me.
My heart was beating uncontrollably, fear finally setting in. I struggled against my bonds for a moment when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a head of blue hair. Jeffree stood off to the side, hair in extremely messy pigtails. I noticed he was in a skanky nurses outfit before I noticed one of his eyes was missing. "Wait.. WHAT?" I gagged at the sight. I fucking loved horror movies, believe me, but this was some scary shit.

A blood-stained hand slowly crept around Jeffree's waist. It ran slowly up his side, almost caressing him. That's when I noticed the hand bared a large cleaver.

"Smile for our guest darling.." An almost childish voice squealed as the knife cut into the corner of his mouth. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming as the knife cut up to his cheekbone. I fought against the old leather straps that held me down, I needed to get the fuck out of here. Now.

I couldn't breathe. That's when I realized that there was a knife in my chest. The doctor was on top of me, the knife he used to kill Jeffree now deep within me. I coughed up blood but couldn't sit up to spit it out. I wasn't as strong as I looked, and I sort of had a serial killer on top of me. I attempted to gasp for air, but he pushed the knife further in, hitting right between two ribs. My scream came out as a gurgle and suddenly everything around us was red. Red with my blood. A hand pushed me back and covered my mouth and nose. He was going to make me choke myself to death.

I felt the blood rush out of me as the dizziness took over. I barely felt his nails dig into my neck. His other hand ran down my chest, pulling the knife out slowly, twisting it every now and then. I twitched now and then, my body barely able to respond. The last thing I remember is a sheet being dragged over my body.

Jayy's phone died. "son of a bitch! Piece of shit iPhone!" He threw it onto the road as Adam came running over."Fuck your phone. We have a bigger problem." Jayy picked up his phone, that was the third phone this month. "What?"
"Where's Tommy?"
They both looked at each other, "Oh shit."