The next thing I noticed after returning to consiousness was a lot of steady beeping and some people talking. I opened me eyes slowly and recognized the white scenery of a hospital. At least, the recovery room.

I tried to get up but a stinging pain in my side brought me back down. I let out a groan which sttracted the attention of the people talking.

"Ah, Mr. Alkins. You're awake." I looked up at a man that I assumed must be the doctor.

"What happened?"

"You were stabbed in your side outside of your house. Your father heard your scream and saw you laying still on the ground. He took you to the emergency room and we operated on you. You lost a lot of blood from the stab wound but it's stitched up now."

"Oh, that's right. I got stabbed right after witnessing April's death."

"Actually, Miss Stevens is recovering right now." My eyes went wide with shock. April's still alive? How can this be? That hook in her back should've been enough to kill her!

"How did she survive? There's no way she could've lived through that."

"She couldn't scream due to the hook paralyzing her and she was losing a lot of blood. When your dad found you out there, he got her out of the tree and brought her here as well. We did as much as we could to keep her alive. She's still going to be in much shock after this. She'll probably start moving tomorrow since the paralesis was only temporary." No! She was supose to die! Why didn't she die? Now she has proof that I'm slightly behind all the killings!

Wait, no she doesn't. She didn't turn around after the hook was lodged inside her. Pinhead didn't turn her around while pulling the hook further up her back. So, therefore, April has no proof that I was trying to have her killed.

"Hey, weren't you here a week or so ago for a cut up hand?" the doctor asked me.

"Yeah. I think it's still trying to heal."

"Those stitches will need to come out soon." I looked at my bandaged hand and felt the stitches through the gause.

The nurse walked up to the doctor and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and started whispering something I couldn't comprehand. Then he looked over at me and said, "The police want to speak to you about what happened last night prior to yours and Miss Stevens injuries." I can't say no to this. Especially right now. They'll get really suspicious and then it'll all be over.

"Okay. They can come in." The doctor and nurse exit and in come the cops. For some reason, my heart was beating out of my chest. I felt so nervous instead of feeling calm and anxious about not getting caught. I'm pretty sure I won't be needing to worry about suddenly laughing insanely. I'll need to worry about slipping up or giving away that I'm hiding something.

The door opened and I saw the same cops that questioned me before. Instead of having a file filled with folders, there was only a notepad and pen in one of their hands. It's interrogation part two.

"Hello Korey Alkins. Do you remember us from your last interrogation?" Shit, the way he spoke to me made it sound like he caught me. Their suspisions must've risen after what they heard.

"Yes, sir. I still remember."

"Do you know why we've come to question you?"

"No. Do you believe I'm the killer?"

"Well, you're not helping at all for us to believe you're not."

"Why? What makes you assume I'm the one killing these people?"

"Well, we'll explain why. You seem to be at the scene of every crime-"

"I wasn't at the gym that long. I was there for probably five minutes before turning back."

"Well, besides that, there hasn't been a murder since the incident at the video store. And, with what your parents have been telling us, since then, you've been at home or school. Can you explain that?"

"No. Maybe someone's framing me." The other officer with him started writing in the notepad.

"Maybe. But why?"

"Because everyone at school wants me gone. Nobody wants me there just because I freak them out."

"What do you do to freak them out? Do you threaten them or something?"

"Sometimes but it's also because I tend to say or do things that scare them."

"Like what exactly?"

"I draw and write things that are abnormal. It's usually about hurting others or torturing them in some brutal way."

"Why do you do that?"

"I don't know. It's something I've been doing since I was 12 or 13."

"Do your parents know about these pictures or writing?"

"No. They wouldn't accept me for thinking this way."

"Why do you think that way?"

"I like it. It doesn't disturb me. It just clams me in some way."

"Korey, you realize this also doesn't help in convincing us you're not the murderer."

"Officer, look around my house and tell me if you can find a hook anywhere."

"A hook? Why would you say a hook is the murder weapon?"

"The doctor mentioned it."

"Okay. How about we talk about what happened to April last night."

"Sure." It's not like you're just going to leave without discussing that.

"April Stevens was at your house at around 6:30 last night with a spray can. She was writing something that said "The murderer" but couldn't go on. A hook was forced into her lower back, causing her to become paralyzed and speechless. The hook tore up her back a few inches and stayed lodged between her spine and rib cage. Then, a chain that was connected to the hook was tied on a high tree branch."

"I believe I saw this happen."

"And what we want to know is what were you doing outside your house? Your parents said you were taking your girlfriend to last night football game. What made you come back without your girlfriend?"

"Okay, this is what happened: I called my girlfriend to take her to the game for a date. I already screwed up by accidentally cutting up my hand and I wanted to make up for it. I walked to her house and heard her and her mom arguing. Her mom told me she wouldn't be able to come on the date with me, so I turned back. As I was walking home, I noticed April walking down the sidewalk and she was headed toward my house. I saw her spray painting my house and was about to yell at her to stop and go away."

"Then what happened?"

"I saw a guy come up behind her and put a hook throu her back."

Why didn't you scream or go inside to tell your parents?"

"I was scared. I couldn't move even if I wanted to."

"So, you just stood there gaping?"

"Yeah. You would too if you saw all that happen."

"I admit it is inhumane but we've seen worse."

"It just didn't seem real how it was happening."

"Did you know April survived?" My eyes grew wide again and my hands twitched. I couldn't help but react that way. It still surprised me that she was still alive. I know Pinhead and I will have to talk about this later.

"The doctor told me she was. I still think that amazing."

"Yeah. You know how tortourous that must have felt. Being suspended above the ground like that for five minutes, losing blood as each second ticked by." Well, at least she was tortured, that's all that matters, I guess.

"It sounds painful."

"It looked painful. She's still recovering as we speak."

"I heard. I was also told she may not start moving until tomorrow."

"We'll be speaking to her later when she wakes up." Just to match up to both our claims. And or course, they're going to take her side.

"Where are my parents? Are they here?"

"No. Your father left a few hours after admitting you here."

"Oh. I wanted to see them."

"We're going to ask you one other thing. Did you get a good look at the killer?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think I can remember clearly."

"How can you not rememer? It was only 6:30 in the afternoon. You could still see who it was."

"His back was turned to me. All I could make out was that it was a man older than a 18."

"Could you see anything else? Hair color? Clothing? Height? Race? Anything at all?"

"He looked about 5"8' and wore all black. His face was hidden by a black cloth. I think he was white."

"So, you saw his face?"

"For a few seconds."

"And then he stabbed you?"

"Yes. I'm not sure where he went after that."

"Another thing. What's with the dog collar?"

"I found it somewhere near our backyard and wanted to try it on."

"You know the doctors couldn't get it off you last night? They said the strap's binding were stuck tightly and it was too hard to cut off."

"I wasn't aware of that."

"How did you get it on?"

"I just put it on like any other collar. I hadn't thought about taking it off yet."

"Why not?"

"Sometimes, it doesn't feel like it's there." Truthfully, I was afriad of taking it off but I guess human hands won't be able to remove it either.

"So, you left this collar on yourself without even attempting to take it off?"

"Yes." The other officer finished writing and closed the notepad.

"All right then, we're finished here. Rest up Korey. You don't need anymore stitches or else you'll start looking like Frankenstien." Like I'm not already fucked up as it is?

They left the room and a nurse came in to help me clean my bandages. My stitches were going to be removed by this afternoon so I won't have to worry about hitting them or ripping up my hand any worse. I didn't hear from Samantha, which worried me.

There's no doubt that everyone's heard of what happened. Maybe her mother is keeping her away from me, assuming I've killed again. Everyone is probably thinking the same way towards me. Even my own parents must think I'm some psycho killer. Psycho, maybe. Killer, not that much.

Then, I felt a cold chill and looked over to see the four Cenobites lined up on the wall next to me.

I looked up at Pinhead with angry eyes. He stared back with no emotion but also with a look that said to not give him such a face.

"She's still alive," I said in a low voice.

"She's what?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes. I was just told that she survived what you did to her last night."

"How was this possible? No one escapes us!"

"Apparently, my dad heard my screams and found both of us out there. He brought us to the emergency room and we're both healing greatly. What the hell happened Pinhead?"

"I was sure that she would die. The hook alone should've killed her while being suspended for only a minute."

"Are we going to have to do it again?"

"Yes. But we'll have to wait until your wound heals." They disappeared, leaving me to try and relax while waiting for another stitch to heal.