Chapter 8:

"Hey Megan, look. Is that a light over there?" Anoop pointed the flashlight towards a door that was slightly ajar. There was a crack of light showing through.

"You think it could be a way out?" Megan asked, hugging his arm tightly. "I hope so..." he said. The two walked towards the door. Anoop slowly pushed it open. As soon as he did, Megan let out an ear-piercing. Anoop dropped the flashlight to the ground in shock. Michael. Surrounded in a pool of blood and various other foul liquids.

"No...no! Anoop, please tell me it's not real. None of this is real. PLEASE tell me it's not!" she leaned her head on his shoulder and sobbed. He rubbed her back gently, trying to find the right words to say. He was still in a state of shock.

"I'm...I'm sorry Megan. I really am. I...I..." he couldn't think of anything else to say. He just jugged her tightly with one arm, picking up the flashlight he dropped with the other. "Come on baby. We need to get away from here. Come on..." he held her close to him and led her away.

"Anoop, he's...he's dead!" she sobbed.

"I know Meg. I know. It's okay. We're going to be okay. We're going to make it..." he said softly into her ear, trying to calm her down. He brushed her hair out of the way. "I'm here for you..." he whispered into her ear and held her close. "I love you..." he said even quieter. Barely audible. But just loud enough for Megan to hear. She turned towards him abruptly. Doing so, their faces were only inches apart.

"Anoop, is...is that true?" she said, a tear falling down her cheek. "Do you really mean that?" Anoop took a deep breath and grabbed her hand; intertwining his fingers with hers. "Yeah Megan, it is. I love you. I've ALWAYS loved you. I was just too much of a wimp to admit it. You're the most amazing girl I've ever met. You're sweet, kind, funny, and...I've basically fallen head over heels for you. I understand if you don't feel the same. I just..."

Megan cut him off, closing the small gap between them; their lips meeting. The moment both of them had been waiting for. It was complete magic. Neither wanted to pull away. Finally after about 3 minutes of heaven, they pulled away. "You have NO idea how long I've wanted to do that..." Megan said, almost out of breath.

"Yeah...same here..." Anoop grinned, then hugged her tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder once again. Just as Anoop was about to pull away from the hug, he gasped. "Look out Megan!" he said, staring past her at the dark figure approaching. Knife held over his head. He spun her around so his back was facing the person and dropped her to the ground.

She screamed. "ANOOP!" Before Anoop had time to run, the man plunged the knife into Anoop's back. Anoop fell forwards and screamed out in pain. His face hit the hard concrete. And with that, the killer was gone. Disappeared.

Megan ran to Anoop's side, tears streaming down her face. "Come on Anoop. PLEASE. You can make it through this. Come on! Don't die on me. I...I need you..." she grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

Anoop's breathing had become very choppy. His breaths were getting shorter and shorter. He mustered all of the strength his body had left and lifted his head up. He looked directly into Megan's eyes. "Megan...I...I love you..." he said.

"I love you too Anoop! So much! PLEASE don't leave me! She sobbed, squeezing his hand even tighter. Anoop's head dropped to the ground again. His breathing became even slower. Then...completely stopped. She felt his pulse. Nothing.

"ANOOP!" she cried, and bent over, sobbing. "You can't be dead. PLEASE!" she screamed out to basically no one. She looked up. "God, if you really are up there, PLEASE don't let him die. I'm just asking you for this one thing. ONE THING! Please...just let it be me..." she sobbed.

"That can be arranged!" said a voice from behind her. Her head snapped in that direction. There was the man again. With the bloody knife. She didn't bother to get up. Just looked up at him.

"Do whatever the hell you want to me. I don't fucken care right now... she said in a low, monotone voice. "Just kill me..."

"Glad too!" the man stabbed Megan. Right through the heart. She fell backwards over Anoop's lifeless body. Before she passed, she turned to Anoop and looked directly into his blank, lifeless eyes. "I'm coming baby. I'm coming to be with you..." she said in a whisper. Her head dropped to the side; her breathing slowed before finally stopping all together.

Kris watched as the man lunged towards him. It seemed as if everything was moving in slow motion. As if the world had froze. The man hovered over him, knife ready to plunge into his shoulder blade. Before he could do that, Kris got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the guy's legs, dropping the flashlight while doing so. Thank God though he had fast flexes. The guy's knife plunged into the wall. He struggled to pull it out, screaming in frustration and rage.

Kris took the chance he had and sprinted as fast as he could away. He was safe. For now. But with no flashlight. No light. In the pitch black. But he was still safe. Who knew for how long though. He kept running through the darkness.