He stared at me for awhile, probably trying to see if I was serious.

"Please, Chatterer. I can't go through all this anymore." He picked up the notebook and started writing. He gave it to me and it read: There's a possibility that you'll become one of the tortured. But the chances of you becoming one of us are slim.

"Is there a way that I can become a Cenobite like you?"

I think I can try something. But if it doesn't work, I'm sorry.

"That's fine. I'm willing to take whatever comes my way right now." He rubbed my cheek for a second and kissed me. While still kissing, he took off my collar and placed it on my night stand. I felt a cold, thin, solid object on my neck. Soon, I felt it cutting into my throat and my blood pouring over my chest and legs. Chatterer was cutting my throat so that I could die instantly.

We were still kissing when I started spitting up blood and going light headed.

After Korey Died

Chatterer laid the body of his dead lover down on the bed. He heard footsteps coming towards the door.

The bloody notebook was far from readable. No one would be able to know what happened in there. The only thing they'll see are Korey and Samantha's dead bodies. Maybe everyone will believe that the real killer they assume was Korey killed the two. Maybe they'll think that he truely was the killer, murdered Samantha in cold blood, and then killed himself to make it look like he was a victim as well. Only time can tell what will happen.

Chatterer put the Lament Configuration back together, and disappeared with his clothing before Mr. and Mrs. Alkins opened the door to discover the massacre.

"Oh my god," Mrs. Alkins whispered. Mr. Alkins ran over to his son to see if he was still breathing. No breath, no pulse, no movement escaped Korey's body.

Mrs. Alkins collapsed to the ground in dispair.

"Why did this have to happen?" she screamed, "Why to us? Why to our son?" Mr. Alkins went over to his wife and held her close to him.

"We'll call the police to see what happened. Maybe Samantha was the killer. I don't know. Let's just call them and tell them what happened." Mrs. Alkins continued to cry as Mr. Alkins went down stairs and called the police.

24 hours later

In the police station, Mr. and Mrs. Alkins were brought in to a room to meet with the cops that talked to Korey, and the coroner who did his and Samantha's autopsies. The cop, who did most of the talking, was already aware of what happened to both bodies by the coroner. His assistant had another file filled with reports, photographs, and notes taken from the morgue. The coroner was only there to help explain how the two teenagers died.

"So, were they murdered or did one of them kill the other and then commit suicide?" Mrs. Alkins asked, keeping a tissue in her hand.

"Well," said the cop, "That's kind of why we brought the coroner here." The coroner cleared his throat.

"Samantha died an hour and a half before Korey. She was stabbed through her back by a sharp but short object. There were signs of expansion at the beginning of her cut in her back."

"It means she was possibly stabbed with a knife that wasn't long enough to exit out of her chest," the cop explained.

"So, Samantha died long before Korey?" Mrs. Alkins asked.

"Yes. But this is where it gets a little bit strange," the cop continued. He paused, giving the coroner the chance to talk again.

"Your son died at least an hour and a half after Samantha."

"Why would he be alive for that long?" Mrs. Alkins asked.

"We didn't know why either. At least until..." He trailed off, not finishing his sentence.

"Until what?" Mr. Alkins persisted, "What did you find?"

"We searched his entire body for any signs of self defense wounds, struggle, even small attacks from his killer. There was nothing. Until we saw something leaking from his...anus..."

"His anus? What was it?"

"It was white and there was a lot of it lodged deep inside his anus. We run some tests on it to find that it was...ugh...Are you sure you want to know what it is?"

"Yes! Please!"

"It was orgasm. Male orgasm." It was quiet in the room except for Mrs. Alkins' whimpering sobs.

"So, are you saying our son was raped by a man?" Mr. Alkins asked.

"Well, that's where it gets weirder. Again, there no signs of a struggle. In fact, there was mixed saliva on his face. Your son willingly had sex with another man." Mrs. Alkins began sobbing loudly after hearing this. It was now clear that their son was gay.

"How could this be?" Mr. Alkins said, "Why would Korey let some man fuck him?"

"We're suggesting it could be that it was against his will and that he was trying to cooperate with the killer," the officer said.

"But, it does appear to be that this was more than good cooperation."

"So then why," Mr. Alkins remarked, "Why would he kill Korey right after they had sex?"

"That too is unkown," the cop replied, "Maybe it was Korey's will to die since everyone believed he was the real killer. Although maybe it was because he knew too much or something."

"So, the killer came into our house right when Samantha snuck in, killed her, had sex with Korey, then killed him before we even came home?"

"Well, that's another weird part about this case," the officer told them. He took the file from his assistant, flipped through several papers, then pulled out one of the reports from the morgue.

"It says here that Korey died at around 9:36pm last night. And you said that you found him in here at about 9:37pm. In other words, the guy who killed your son and his girlfriend left right before you two entered the room."

"But how can that be? Are you saying that he just disappeared right into thin air?"

"It would appear so. We also noticed that his collar was removed before he was killed."

"Did Korey take it off?"

"We checked for finger prints but found none of Korey's DNA on it. The killer was the one who removed it."

"What about his notebook?" Mrs. Alkins suggested, "It was laying on his bed all covered in blood when we found him. Were you able to find something on there that could explain anything?"

"No. It was so saturated with blood that the pages were tearing off. Although, we did find something on one of the pages. It was the only writing we could find on there that was readable."

"What did it say?" The officer took out a photo from the file and slid it over to the parents of Korey. On it was a close up shot of a blood stained page with words on it that read: I love you, Korey.

"That's not Samantha's handwriting," Mrs. Alkins whispered.

"Then that means that someone else wrote it right after Korey was killed and before you walked into his room.

"This doesn't make any sense," Mr. Alkins said.

"We'd like to ask you if you'd like to be relocated out of the state for your protection."

"I think that would be a good idea."

So then it was settled. They moved out a few months later with everything except for Korey's belongings. They decided to leave everything behind that reminded them of their son. They wanted to have another chance at raising a child but better. They later ended up almost completely forgetting about Korey.