A/N: I'm back! I'm very sorry for not uploading for a very long time. This is usually one of the reasons why I try to avoid doing multiple stories at once, but then I can also probably blame High School and my needs to watch a YouTube series online. So, yeah. Anyway, here's the chapter you've all been waiting for!

Ritsu: Thank you so much! Don't worry, it wasn't writer's block. Just my stupid procrastinating habit for entertainment.

Juster of Rivia: Yeah, not your everyday serial killer.

Bonnie had wanted to scream at one point during this whole chase. There were a few times where Ash would almost grab her but she was able to avoid him by making sharp turns to catch him off guard. The fact she knew that he had a weapon on him should make her scream at some point. But she didn't. She didn't scream the whole way through. Because she was practically fighting for her life right now so she couldn't find the time to scream like a little girl - even though she technically was one.

She urged her legs to run faster when she heard the running steps behind her get closer, Dedenne and Squishy - who had both jumped out of her satchel at one point - were right by her side, trying to keep up with her pace. They were all quite surprised they hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet. Then again, that would probably be Clemont if he were in their position.

The three eventually found themselves on a fork within their path; there were two hallways that lead to different sections of the house. They had to pick which side they would go down and hope for the best that they weren't running down a dead end. But Bonnie, somehow growing as paranoid as her brother, tried to look at where each path would take them, not willing herself to take the risk of acting on instinct when her life was practically on the line.

But upon hearing the footsteps getting too close for comfort, Bonnie knew she had to make a choice and fast.

She made her decision at the last second and quickly did a sharp turn towards the left path before Ash could grab her. The possessed boy nearly stumbled once he realized he caught nothing but thin air. Even so, he was able to regain his balance and continue the pursuit after the young girl.

It appears that Bonnie did pick a right path since she saw a door at the end of the hallway she was running down. She instantly began to feel relief go through her exhausted body before a thought entered her mind; what if it was locked? That the murderer must have gone through here before finding her and locked most of the doors in case she came through here as well so he was able to keep her from running. What if she was actually running into a dead end like the murderer wanted her to?

However, the closer she was to the door Bonnie realized she was going have to take the risk. She immediately closed her little fingers around the doorknob and gave it a twist.

The door opened with ease - thank goodness - and now Bonnie knew she didn't have much to worry about anymore.

She went through the other side and slammed the door shut as soon as she did. Thankfully, there was a lock that didn't require a key so she was able to slide it in place. The door then shook when Ash accidently slammed into it on the other side, not expecting it to be locked so suddenly. She had to move back when Ash slammed the door once again, causing the whole thing to rattle. If she were to let this continue, then Ash would be able to break down the door like he did when she first encountered him alone.

A drawer that was a little over her size caught her attention on her right. It looked heavy enough. Maybe she could use that.

She runs over to the drawer and grips the edges tightly with her fingers. Using her legs to push, Bonnie brought the drawer over to the door until it was practically in front of the rumbling door. She watched as her own barricade managed to stop the door from moving so much and how it only seemed to anger Ash more as she could hear him screaming from the other side.

But she didn't take the time to dwell on it for long as she turned tail and ran down the hall with all the strength her legs had left in them.

After making sure she was far enough away from that door, Bonnie finally took the moment to rest her legs. She places her hands on her knees as she took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

"Oh boy," she gasps out. "I thought we were goners there for a second, you guys."

No response from her Pokémon.

She looked down at her side, confused on why Dedenne nor Squishy were talking to her when she realized they were nowhere to be seen.

They must have run down the right path when they reached that fork. Now, she's all alone.

Clemont wasn't sure how long he was walking down the pathway he was previously using to run away from his possessed friend. Some part of him had told him that he shouldn't have let Ash alone to deal with the murderer inside him - he knew how exhausted he must be after that incident in the hallway with Serena and, apparently, fighting back was causing him a lot of strain as well - but the logical side told him that it was for the best; even if Ash did find the strength to fight against the possession it looked like he couldn't win the battle but only be able to delay the murderer for some time to give his friends the chance to escape. He should feel grateful that Ash saved his life despite all the torment he's been through.

It didn't mean he couldn't shake the image of Ash's terrified and strained face as he screamed at him to leave him.

He tried to not focus on how Ash looked from that whole encounter, but rather what he had said. What did he mean by "them"? He was pretty sure that there was one murderer running around the Lewis Manor. Was there another one? If dealing with one psycho murderer inside his best friend was bad enough, they all have to deal with two of them? He didn't even want to imagine what Ash was going through with practically three personalities going through his brain.

Clang!

Clemont screamed when something nearly smacked his face with such force that when it ended up smashing into the wall beside him it left a visible dent on it. Better the wall than his head.

"Clemont?"

The young genius forgot about his near-death experience when he heard a voice he hadn't heard in quite a while. Digging through his pocket until he could find his flashlight, Clemont pulled it out and flipped it on to see light exploding on the faces of Serena and Pikachu - who both winced when the harsh light was suddenly on their faces.

"Serena!" Clemont immediately brought the honey-blonde into a hug before he pulled away to look her over. "Are you okay? The last time I saw you, you and Pikachu fell down a hole!" He looked down at her bandaged ankle. "And what happened to your ankle?"

"Broke it after I landed on it wrong during that fall," she answered him before she noticed the rope burns around his neck. "What happened to your neck?!"

Clemont sheepishly rubbed the spot where the rope nearly took his life. "Uh, your warning about Ash being possessed by the murderer didn't exactly go through as quickly as you hoped for, Serena."

Serena's eyes widen once she remembers what she needed to tell the others. "Clemont, there's something you need to know about the murderer-"

"Nene!"

"Blurp!"

Serena didn't even get a chance to finish her sentence when the cries of two familiar Pokémon filled their ears. Clemont shines his flashlight over to where he and Serena heard the voices and were greeted by the sight of Dedenne and Squishy staring up at them with wide eyes.

"Dedenne! Squishy!" Clemont shouted in realization as the two Pokémon quickly hurried over to them.

It was then Serena noticed somebody missing. "Wait, where's B-?"

She was cut off by a scream that tore through the halls of the Lewis Manor.

Bonnie had no idea where she was going. As long as she doesn't go back into the direction she came from where her possessed friend was probably waiting for her, she'll be fine. Well, she hopes so. She's watched enough old horror movies with the others to know that places like the Lewis Manor have tons of secret passageways that only the killer would know. She's practically praying right now that she isn't one of those unlucky victims that fall victim to the killer when they become separated from everyone else.

Although, with her luck, Bonnie could tell things aren't going to go her way anytime soon.

The moment she reached the bottom of the staircase she was previously going down she was meet with dim-lighting from the torches that were hung up on the walls. She wondered if she reached the lowest part of the house. If she did, then that would mean there was a likely chance for her to meet up with Serena and Pikachu.

That would be good. In a horror movie, it's always a bad idea to split up from the group.

Then again, she wasn't in a movie. This was real life and all of their lives were practically in danger.

Still, give her credit for hoping.

She ventured further down the hall until she finally spotted a door. It was probably over her size but she was still able to reach the doorknob. That was good enough for her. She reached her small hand over to the knob and gave it a twist.

It didn't move. It was locked.

She wanted to shout Clemont's versions of curse words but she thought better of it; if she were to yell then she would alerting the murderer where she was and she couldn't do that. Not when she was alone and completely defenseless.

Guess she would have to find another way to find her friends.

Before Bonnie could turn around and continue her way down the path a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

Oh, look at that. Another cliffhanger for all of you guys to be torture by. Wahoo. But there's some news, though. This story is about to come to an end in a few chapters. So it's almost over and no more cliffhangers to torture you.