Everyone was scared. Baljeet and Buford had died. No one knew the robot, but their friends were dead. The girls (and Django) were crying, their male companion (except for Django) consoling them. "S O… W H O ' T?" No one said anything, afraid that they'd be found.
Red stomped around town, coming to a stop outside the art museum. She sniffed the air, she grinned, showing her sharp teeth. " U, O!" Red hissed, smashing the doors open with her bare hands.
Django froze in his spot, not breathing at all. Before he knew what was happening, he fell unconscious, bashing his head against the desk.
When Django opened his eyes again, he felt blood trickling down his forehead. He tried to wipe it off, but his hands were bound together by rope. " ' E."
"Ahh!" Django screamed, wriggling around, trying to break free.
" E?"
"T-that would be nice…."
"T U F F!" Red sneered, clawing at the collection of paintings on the floor.
"What are you doing?!" Django screamed. He felt his heart break into a thousand pieces. Red noticed the pained look on Djangos face and cackled. She pulled out a lighter from her hood and flicked it on. She chucked it onto the pile.
Django couldn't take it any more. His heart was in so much pain. His rolled to the back of his head as his chest exploded, his heart not being able to take his precious art being destroyed.
Red laughed loudly, hearing the bell chime for Djangos death. Before announcing who died, she reached down the hole where his chest exploded and grabbed his intestines. She formed the long tube into words, saying: Having Fun Yet? Her hands were covered in blood. Taking advantage of this, she drew a picture of her and the other contestants. The remaining contestants were drawn dead, each a different way.
Red left. " D. G."