Chapter 10:

"So...you thought you could trick us, didn't you?!" said the first man; Smasher was what the other called him. "Well, we won't be outsmarted by a couple of snot-nosed brats..." he said, stepping even closer to them, the other two men right behind him.

"Please..." said Kris fearfully. "We never did anything to you. Can't you just...let us go?" he asked, stepping back as the men moved even closer. He pushed Allison behind him. She was crying at this point. "Don't...don't hurt us. P...p...please..." Allison studdered.

"Oh, don't worry little girl," said the second guy. "It won't hurt. For long!" the three men lunged at the two Idols. Allison screamed and kneeled down covering her face and head. Kris took a wild swing in the darkness, by stroke of luck punching one of the guys right in the face. He stumbled back into the other two; knocking into them. They both moved out of the way, and he fell to the ground. He got up, immediately wiping his now-bloody nose.

"You'll pay for that pretty boy!" he said, lunging at him. As did 'Smasher.' They knocked Kris to the ground. The other guy headed towards Allison. She looked up at the man fearfully and slowly stood up; cowering in fear.

"Please...don't hurt me..." she said quietly.

"Oh, I wouldn't think of it!" he guy said in a high, fake mocking voice. He lunged at her, knife pointing straight at her chest. She screamed and turned to the side, the knife slicing her arm. Thankfully not too deep. She screamed out in pain. He lunged at her again. This time she dodged out of the way.

"Allison, RUN!" Kris yelled from under the two men. "NOW!"

"But Kris!" she cried out.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just go!" he threw one of the guys off of him as he said that. Allison ran away crying. The third man followed her. Kris watched her go for a second, before Smasher punched him in the face. She started to run. The man was quickly gaining on her.

She ran through a maze of various items. Quickly realizing that these were the same items as her and Adam had found. The props. She frantically searched through the darkness for something she could use as a weapon. Something. Anything. All she could find though was a long electrical cord. It would have to do.

She yanked it as hard as she could, removing it from the wall, dodging the frantic stabs of the knife the guy was doing. Finally pulling it free, she ran quickly around the man. "Hey, what are you..." the man started. She ran in a circle, wrapping the cord around his legs. Then before he could move, she yanked it. He fell to the ground with a loud "THUMP!" he cursed and tried to get his legs free.

Allison looked around frantically again for something else to use. She found nothing. But there was plenty of length left on the cord. Before the man could completely untie himself, she grabbed part of the cord and started wrapping it around his neck.

"Stop!" he yelled. "You don't know what you're doing! I'm just a hired help! I..." he was cut short by Allison's sharp yank on the cord. She kept wrapping it tighter and tighter. The killer started choking, frantically flailing his arms in every direction. Allison had to keep dodging them.

She pulled it even tighter. The man frantically tried to loosen the cord, only managing to make it worse. It tightened deeper and deeper into his neck. A ring of blood formed around where the cord was wrapped. He started choking even more, this time on the blood coming up from his mouth. He started having muscle spasms; jerking in every which direction. Allison screamed and jumped back. He kept shaking, kicking and flailing his limbs all about. He screamed a blood curdling scream. Then he was silent. Completely silent.

She killed him. He was dead. She actually killed someone. She tried to swallow, but couldn't. Her mouth was completely dry. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She stood there in horror, taking in what had just taken place. The man in front of her; the man that had just tried to murder her, was now dead. She was now a murder.

She ran blindly through the darkness, trying to get as far away as possible from that dreadful scene. Trying to get that awful image out of her head. The guy screaming that awful scream. The blood coming out of his mouth. And neck. Then that horrible, horrific silence. She ran as fast as she could, then stopping abruptly. Kris. She had forgotten about him. She frantically looked around; attempting to see. All she could see was darkness. Kris was no where to be seen.

Kris quickly got out from under the men and was on his feet; fists held high. The men got up and brushed themselves off, looking at Kris, then back at one another. They both let out a deep, chilling laugh. "Look Phil, he REALLY thinks he can beat us!" Smasher said, putting a hand on hand on his partner's shoulder.

"Yeah, and all we have is these here knives!" said 'Phil.' Grinning evilly, they both lunged at him, one from in front of him and one from behind. Thinking quickly, Kris leaped out of the way, causing the two men to crash into each other, one stabbing the other in the arm. Phil; apparently the one that got stabbed, screamed out in pain and grabbed his arm. Dropping his knife in the process. Kris quickly sweeped it up, almost getting stabbed by Smasher in the process. He jumped backwards and held he knife out in front of him. Phil looked up, realizing he dropped his knife.

"So, you think you can just take the knife and be done with it? That you win?" Phil said, slowly taking a step towards him while still holding his wounded arm. Kris held the knife pointed at him, his hand shaking a great deal. He took a step back.

"Well, you may have my knife. But I doubt you really have the guts to use it..." He took another step towards Kris, who held his ground fearfully. He kept the knife pointed directly at the man, trying his hardest to keep it steady.

"Try me..." Kris said with all the strength in his voice he could manage. Phil lunged at Kris, who kept the knife still, pointed still directly at him. Phil misjudged his lunge, and the knife went right into his chest. She screamed and fell back, staring wide eyed at the knife sticking right into his heart. His eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. Dead.

Smasher stared wide-eyed at his fallen partner, then looked back up at Kris, his eyes filled with pure hatred and his fists clenched. "You're going to have to try a LOT harder than that to get me!" he said through clenched teeth, and flung himself at Kris.