"Neither do I.." There were only two of us left, and I knew what Ty was thinking. Who was next? In truth, I didn't want to see Ty dead, because he was just as innocent as the others, if not more. I'd sooner see myself in a coffin than him.
"I kind of have a headache.. Come with me to the storage room to find some asprin?" He asked, getting up. I nodded and followed him to the storage room. He walked in, and I tried to follow, but the door slammed shut behind him. I jiggled the handle, but it was locked.
"Adam?! Was that you?" Ty shouted from inside.
"No! I don't know what happened!" I shouted back.
"Don't worry, I'm just gonna calm down and find the asprin." He replied, his steps fading from the door.
-Ty P.O.V:-
The storage room was a bit dim, but I could thankfully still read the rows of bottles in the medicine shelves. I searched for about a minute before finally finding some asprin, and when my hand hit the bottle, there was a faint click.
"Ty, the door just opened!" Adam called. Weird. I grabbed the bottle and surprisingly got out of the storage room alive, something I hadn't expected. I shook two pills out of the bottle and downed them dry, setting the bottle next to me on the table.
-Adam P.O.V:-
"Ugh, now I'm feeling some kind of stomach ache." Ty groaned about ten minutes later, clutching his stomach. The bottle of pills fell, rolling on the floor to punctuate his sentence. I picked it up and opened it.
"Ahh!" I screamed, chucking the bottle to the floor again. Some kind of disgusting bugs poured out of the bottle.
"A-Adam.." Ty whined shakily. I turned and was horrified to see Ty, holding his shirt up to reveal his stomach, which seemed to be alive. It quivered with a hundred tiny lumps.
"Do you think that maybe whatever was in those pills is.. in me?" He asked tearfully. My heart dropped as I realized that he was probably right.
"Ty, I-" I began, but he quickly cut me off.
"No, don't worry about me. Focus on getting yourself out alive." He groaned as the bumps became more and more prominent, and I turned away with a shudder as the first bug bit the final layer of skin and tumbled out onto the floor. Ty didn't scream, like I thought he would. He simply closed his eyes and sat down on his knees with a slight smile, tears lining his closed eyes and dripping down his cheeks. "Don't forget any of us when you make it out of here. Make sure everyone knows that the killer is-" Ty couldn't finish his sentence as he coughed up blood and fell forward, dead.
"I promise I won't forget you guys." I sank to the floor.
"All my friends are dead! When're you gonna kill me?!" I screamed into the silence. Nobody answered me. I got up, careful to avoid the bugs. I looked at the clock. 12:00am on the dot. It was Sunday, July 10th. I heard I knock at the front door, and I turned slowly. Written on the door was 'It's Ssundee, Adam!'
"Why, SkyDoesMinecraft. The last one left." Ssundee's voice echoed through the main hall eerily.
"Ian! Where are you?!" I shouted.
"You don't have to worry about that. You know, I've always secretly envied you." He sounded creepily cheerful.
"What?" I felt confused.
"Oh yeah, you know, being more popular than I am, with your little Sky Army? I have to admit, I've been a little jealous of you. And everyone else I've killed too." He cackled.
"You were the killer?!" I finally put the pieces together.
"Of course. And Ty knew the whole time, ever since you found Jason. Did you like my handiwork? I took Sewing in high school, you know." He muttered bitterly.
"No, I didn't know that.." I mumbled, shocked.
"There's a lot you don't know about me." He replied.
"What are you gonna do to me then?" I asked.
"Nothing. I happen to feel very.. generous today. Something about Sundays just puts me in a good mood." I heard the lock on the door click.
"Oh! Looks like the security system is fixed. You're free to go." My every instinct screamed at me not to, but I still slowly inched towards the door. I turned the knob just as slowly, but when I opened the door, it slammed shut, a gas pouring seemingly out of nowhere.
"Oops! Silly me. I forgot I booby trapped that door." He laughed.
"What the fuck was that?!" I coughed.
"Just some noxious gas. Wanna know the effects?" He asked happily. After a moment, he continued.
"That gas is going to make you feel very sick. Like a flu, but about a thousand times worse, you'll begin to throw up the contents of your stomach. But it doesn't end there. Once your stomach is completely empty, your body will keep convulsing, trying to rid itself of the virus, like I said, as a flu bug would make you do. Eventually, you'll start to look for other things to throw up, like organs, for example." He spoke in an ominous tone.
"So basically, you're gonna make me throw up my insides?" I asked.
"Yup! But I'll give you a tip. The hospital actually has a cure. The only thing you have to do is get there in time. Try calling 911 now. Oh, and Adam? Buy yourself some time, give yourself something to throw up other than your innards." He laughed, clearly crazily.
Something fell in front of me. I picked it up, recognizing it as a Snickers chocolate bar. I rotated it in my hand, looking it over. If it was from Ssundee, I couldn't exactly trust it. I scrutinized every detail on the front before turning it over and reading the back. I scanned the text. Something seemed odd. Shouldn't it say 'Nutrition Facts', not 'Nutrition Facti'? I threw the bar away from me. It was a forgery. It hit the ground, and it exploded. Not a big explosion, but certainly enough to blow my head up if I actually put it in my mouth.
"Aw, you found out my little trick! Whatever. Do what you will to survive." I ran to the phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" I was relieved to hear a woman's voice answer.
"I need help. There's a killer in the house. He killed my friends, and he's already poisoned me!" I exclaimed.
"Please remain calm sir. I'll need your name, phone number, and address so that we can dispatch emergency vehicles to your home." She replied. I gave her the details.
"Thank you for your co-operation. Help will arrive shortly." I felt so much relief, that I began to cry.
"Adam, before you die, I want you to do something for me." Ssundee said. I whipped around, and there he stood.
"Why would I ever do anything for you, you sick bastard." I spat at him.
"I want you to kill me." He ignored me, chucking a knife towards me, the weapon clattering to my feet.
"Kill you?" I asked, confused.
"It's not like you don't want to. After all, I did kill your friends. Mitch, Jerome, Preston, Jason, Ty. They're all dead because of me." He taunted. I felt my anger rising.
"I'll have you know that Jason was alive and well during the whole process, until I took out his heart, at least." He informed me.
"Oh, and so was Jerome. Oh how he screamed as I cut the meat from his body. And not to mention Preston. He didn't even try to fight back." He grinned at me.
"Fuck. You." I picked up the knife, and sent it whirling for his head. It struck, dead center between his eyes. He fell, lifeless to the floor. I heaved, throwing up a bit of my stomach's contents, unsure if it was the gas or the fact that I had just killed somebody that I used to call my friend. I crawled to the door, sitting on the steps to wait for the police and ambulance to get here. I kept heaving, throwing up even the smallest bits of food. Through a blur of tears, I saw the red and blue flashing lights of the police car before I passed out.
A/N:
My contest will be open until I post the last chapter, in which I will announce the winner!
Also, I've been thinking about what I'd like to call you guys, as my.. I'd like to say fans but would that seem conceited? I don't know. Anyways, could anyone give me a suggestion? :3 ShipFicsRus