A/N: Hey guys, welcome back. Thanks for being here once again, especially now that we're about to finish tape 3. I promise you, its ending will not be what you expect!

However, while I tried to fit everything into a single chapter, I realized it would be ridiculously long and it probably wouldn't have to best quality. I wanted to finish the tape in this update, but it simply wasn't possible. So, here's a slightly shorter chap than the latest ones. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it, although its kind of hard to do so considering what's about to happen...

In any case, don't forget that your honest opinions and reviews are extremely helpful and a great support. And of course, happy reading!

Chapter 47: Nightmare

Another thunder roared violently as a white flash filled the building. It was as if a giant camera wanted to capture the dreadful events of the night.

"It didn't have to be this way, you know?" said our killer regretfully, swinging the axe back and forth. "We could've been such good friends, but you chose the hard way."

"Why did you tear open that room?" demanded Ferny.

Walther shrugged and smiled at him. "As you may know by now, every single building ever owned by the franchise has had a secret room covered by a dry wall, where the company hides its… juicy stuff. And now that the place is officially broke and Dave is dead, our old manager Erik has nothing left to lose if he handles all that evidence against me to the cops. So, I'm here to kill two birds with one shot."

"And I guess we are the first bird." added Sean coldly, blue eyes locked on the man.

The murderer smirked. "That's right Freddy, but look at the bright side! I could just erase you if I wanted, but since I'm a good guy I'm simply going to break you apart." He must have seen our hateful glares, because he immediately added with irritation "Spoiled brats. At least you'll live on as Shadows."

"Dark ghosts that can't even remember who they used to be." I rebutted. "Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome Bonnie. Now, I think I'm going to start with…" He raised his finger and pointed at each one of us. "Eeny meeny miny moe…" The finger stopped on me for just one instant. "Catch a tiger by its toe…"

Sarah glared at the man emotionlessly after being selected. "I'm sorry sweetheart." he sneered sarcastically, tightening his grip on the axe. "It's not your day."

"I'm not your sweetheart." was her cold answer, before a little smirk appeared on her face. "I don't think anyone would want to be your sweetheart. I mean, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?"

The man's amused expression disappeared into a hateful scowl, and he began to march towards her, axe in hand.

"Don't even think about it." Ferny bared his teeth at the man, and with one long step, stood in front of Sarah. "We're tired of you!" he bellowed, raising his hook. "All the people you've killed, all the people we killed because of you, and you still want more?!"

"What are you doing, doofus?" whispered a worried Sarah.

Surprised, our murdered stopped in his tracks. "What a gentleman! Standing up for his damsel in distress and his friends."

"Fer, let's think for a moment." said my brother slowly, trying to mask his anxiousness. "You're the smart guy here, you know what's going to happen. You know you can't hurt him."

"I know." was our friend's calm answer.

"Ferny, please think about yourself." I begged, "I'm sure we can beat him if we work together."

"Brandon, you know as well as me that this is the end." He turned to me, yellow eyes beaming with sadness, but also something more: fierce loyalty. "And we're friends till the end. Sarah, you've been amazing to me. Same goes to you, Sean. Thank you for everything."

"Professor, wait!" Sarah cried out to our friend, but it was too late: he was already charging at the man, his slender and powerful legs ready to launch his body and strike down the killer.

Showing off a confident smirk, Walther shrugged casually. "Okay then. You can go first."

And Ferny's body froze and crashed on the floor, skidding to a halt in front of the killer who immediately raised his axe high in the air. "You stupid fox!" The murderer cackled as the weapon tore into our friend's back. "You're just delaying the inevitable!" Ferny screamed in pain as another hard hit fell on his head, splitting open the metal shell like and egg. "Your friends can't do anything to save you…" The man kicked a groaning Ferny on his back, who stared up at him with fierce eyes. Walther was right; our bodies were once again frozen in place. "And now they'll be nothing left of who you used to be!"

The next strike fell on Ferny's torn chest. His body jolted up from the shock, as if he had been electrocuted, and his glowing eyes faded in and out haphazardly like a broken lightbulb. Sarah screamed at my side while my brother tried hopelessly to free his frozen body.

I felt sick as a familiar sense of hopelessness came over me. Eight years ago, Sean covered my eyes as this man ripped open Ferny's body with a butcher knife. And now history was repeating itself, but no one could shield me from the horror.

My friend's hand twitched meekly on the floor, his eyes barely glowing, when another blow severed his back in two. He let out a guttural groan of pure agony; the sound of a dying animal.

It was then that something inside me snapped. My life-long friend being murdered twice in the same place by the same man was the drop that spilled the glass. I didn't care anymore about anything. I just wanted to see this man dead.

"Can you hear me?" I whispered.

'I'm always listening.' replied Bonnie immediately, before laughing in delight. 'Wow! Your friend's taking a beating!'

"I'm done."

'What do you mean by that?' he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Do you want to kill again, yes or no?" I demanded.

'I always want to kill.'

"Then kill this man!" I ordered, "If it's true that anger can make me stronger, then do it! Give me something, anything, just let me kill this man to save my friends!"

"Brandon…" Sarah turned to me with a pained expression. "What are you doing?"

"He took everything I had!" I screamed, "I have nothing left and no one else beside them! I won't let him take them as well!"

"Private, why are you talking to him?" asked Sean anxiously.

'Why would I kill the man that brought me to existence in the first place?" was Bonnie's indifferent answer.

"Because I know you don't care who you kill, as long as you kill."

'True, but that's not enough.'

"If he destroys my body what will become of you?" I asked in half-mockery, "If you don't help me tonight we're both done for."

The voice in my head stayed silent for a few seconds, before saying flatly 'We have a deal.'

A familiar surge of boiling anger immediately washed over me like liquid fire, but I didn't feel the need to fight it. I was in control this time. It was as if a heavy weight was lifted off me when I started to take slow, determined steps to the killer; steps that grew quicker and longer each time. My fists were tightened to the point of pain. My teeth grinded against each other. There were no more restrictions or walls for the wrath that I had contained for so long.

Walther raised his axe one more time, ready to destroy what was left of Ferny, when he turned around hastily to see me march towards him. His expression of shock turned into a grimace of pain when my fist connected with his chest and sent him rolling and sliding on the wet tiles, his axe coming to a halt right beside him.

"Fer, get up!" I ordered urgently, "He's down. This is our chance."

There was no answer.

I turned to the twisted heap of metal and wires that housed my friend's soul. Half of his face was gone, his jaw was barely hanging from his mouth, and his back bent sharply in an unnatural angle. And there, fading out slowly like a starved flame in his torn chest, was his broken blood seal. When I looked back at his eyes there was no light or emotion coming from them. I only saw two colored spheres of plastic, as lifeless as the eyes of a doll.

He was gone.

Sean and Sarah took their chance to move and rushed by my side, but no one said anything. We simply stared down at the body in mournful silence for a few seconds, feeling as if time was crawling by in painful slowness. My grief only grew when I stole a glance at Sarah and saw her heartbroken eyes; it almost seemed like they were brimming with tears. Then, suddenly, they were taken over by a fury I had never seen before. She turned quickly to the man, who was still recovering from my hit. Grabbing his axe, he had begun to stand up on weak legs.

"How could you." she hissed lowly in pure hate, before giving out a broken wail: "How could you?!" Her loud, laborious steps blended with the torrential rain, bringing the storm inside the building. Astonished, I stayed back and watched her grab Walther by his collar. "How could you do this to him?!" She threw the axe-wielding man against the wall separating the twin corridors, but that clearly wasn't enough. Groaning in pain and anger, Walther leaned on his weapon as he stood up, whilst Sarah marched at him with the single-mindedness and power of a freight train.

She raised her trembling fist high in the air, ready to let it fall on the man like a hammer, but her body suddenly froze in place as soon as Walther was standing upright. They were face to face now, her eyes still beamed desperation and anger and her fist still quivered with hate as the man glared back at her. "Why... are you … making this… so difficult?!" he hissed through clenched teeth before swinging the axe wildly at her neck. A rain of sparks and metal fragments filled the air as Sarah's head twisted to a side, connected to her torso only by a few scraps of her endoskeleton. Sean ran to her first, followed shortly by me, and we saw her fall on her back in slow motion. Wincing slightly, she stared up at the crazed man who now held the axe right above her chest. "Goodbye, sweetheart." he cooed.

When Sean was right in front of the pair he suddenly found himself stuck in place. Growling in desperation and anger he could only see how the axe's head ripped open Sarah's chest. Our friend cried in pain as a short series of violent spams wrecked her body. She closed her eyes and twisted her broken head in agony for a few moments. Then, she went completely limp.

At the same time I felt my body becoming heavier and heavier. I was now struggling to lay one foot in front of the other, whilst the killer turned to a paralyzed Sean. "You can't..." he panted, grinning in bloodlust before screaming triumphantly: "You can't save them! Not the first time, and not this time!"

"Don't touch my brother, you bastard!" I roared in fury and helplessness, "Touch him and I'll kill you!"

"Get away from here Don!" ordered Sean hastily, barely managing to turn his eyes at me. "Just get away from here!"

Walther turned to me with a confident smirk as he pulled back the axe. "You can try, Bonnie! You can try all you want!" The weapon's head connected with Sean's left shoulder joint, producing a piercing metallic snap as it shattered the unsheltered connection. I watched in horror how my brother's left arm fell to the floor, who let out a raspy and pain-filled growl as he toppled to the right, dragged down by the weight of his other arm.

I felt my body burn as sadness and shock were consumed by anger. The invisible chains on me didn't get any lighter, but I somehow managed to drag them along as I arduously moved towards the grinning murderer, my downed brother and an unmoving Sarah. Still as a statue, Walther simply stood in place and tightened his grip on the axe's handle. "Come close, little bunny." he teased, swinging the weapon back and forth as a crazed glint took hold of his eyes. "It's rabbit season."

I summoned all my strength to dash at the man, but it felt like moving through quicksand. Panting, growling and wheezing, I dragged myself through the humid air and pulled back my hand despite the massive resistance. I tightened my fist and tried to ignore how every single movement was accompanied by burning pain. However, Walther was free to move as quickly as he could. In the time I needed to take a single step he had raised the axe as high as he could, and leaning his whole weight on the swing, brought it down on my face.

My eyes barely had time to follow the weapon's movement before the cold, sharp steel buried itself into my left eye socket. I didn't feel any pain yet: just the crunching pressure of my faux eyeball shattering and the tearing of metal as I was pushed back by the force of the impact. Falling backwards, the world became a blur of greys and black; I could barely see the walls and dinner tables flashing next to me before finally crashing against the floor.

My vision slowly refocused enough to see that I was lying next to Sarah, whose broken head had lolled towards me. Her eyes were slowly fading out like the last embers of a candle, and yet, they beamed that same sense of defiance. "Hey doofus." she croaked out.

"Hey." I replied in a broken whisper.

"Your face's… p-pretty messed up." She forced out a painful snicker. "It's a nice improvement."

I couldn't help but smile slightly. "Yours too."

Her dying purple orbs reflected just a tiny bit of joy as she smiled one last time. "Good one, bozo. Good one…" And the last sliver of light faded away from her eyes.

"Sarah, are you there?" groaned Sean by my other side, "S-Sarah? Sarah?!" A cruel strike against his shoulder turned his desperate pleas into a pained roar.

"She's with your other friend now." Walther replied with arrogance, ripping the axe from his body. My lonely eye followed him as he came back towards me. When I tried to pull myself up, my left temple received a strike from the weapon's blunt side that flared up the pain in my empty eye socket. Barely conscious, I saw how my killer gently rested the axe's head on top of my chest, as if preparing for a golf swing.

"Don't do this to him." pleaded Sean beside me, "Please, please don't do this to him." I tried to force out some words of comfort that only came out as incoherent moans of pain. Tied down to the floor, unable to move, I followed the axe's gentle rise. The weapon was now at its highest point, forming a straight line with the killer's body.

"And you had so much potential." he lamented, right before bringing down the axe. Four things happened in the following split second. Sean crawled to me rapidly, I closed my only eye, I felt a mild pressure over my torso and I heard a shattering metallic break.

Surprised by the absence of pain, I gingerly opened my eyes to see my brother's faintly glowing blue orbs right in front of me. It took me a moment to realize that he was on top of my body. Every single sound in the air, every raindrop hitting the roof or thunder roaring or gear turning, were silenced when Sean rolled off me with the axe buried in the side of his chest.

"Brother?" I rasped out.

His eyes began to flicker. "Yes, private?" he whispered weakly.

A knot welled up in my throat. "I'm sorry. For everything."

He stretched his remaining arm to me meekly. "I'm sorry too."

I slowly stretched my hand to him and brushed his fingertips with my own. "You need to stop taking hits for me."

Smiling, he whispered "Maybe I don't mind." He closed his eyes as the life disappeared from them. "Hey, Don…"

I waited in silence for a few seconds for him to finish. "Yes, brother?"

There was nothing but silence.

"Brother?!" Crying, I grabbed his hand and shook it anxiously. "Common Sean! Don't go!" I slowed down when I realized I would get no answer. "Please… p-please… don't go…" But there was nothing I could do.

Our murderer ripped the axe from my brother's body mercilessly. "How emotional." he mocked, swinging it over his shoulders. "I think I'm going to cry." He kicked Sean's lifeless hand away from mine, before once again standing over me menacingly. A demented snicker left his throat as he readied his weapon. "Don't worry, Bonnie." he whispered in poisonous sweetness, "Your suffering is almost over."

My mind raced to the point that everything seemed to slow down. The ticking of raindrops wasn't constant anymore, but happened every few seconds. My killer was still lifting the weapon to bring it down with all his strength, and that bloodlust in his eyes never waned away for one moment.

'What the hell are you doing?!' Bonnie snarled at me, 'Useless piece of trash! After everything, you couldn't even help your friends?! You're worthless!'

I couldn't deny that. 'What do you want?'

'Help yourself!'

A lightening lit up the place and reflected off the axe's metal head. It had now reached the highest point.

'So you might take over me later?' I replied in defeat, 'What's the point?'

'You wanted this man to die?' he demanded, 'Then kill him! You didn't hold back a moment ago because you were fighting to save your friends. Guess what little brat? Now they're all gone!'

'I couldn't save them.'

Walther finally brought down the axe with all his strength to execute me. Slowly but surely, it cut its way through the air.

'Then avenge them.' Bonnie's voice, my voice, suddenly became as serious as death. 'Revenge, Brandon. That's all you have left. Take it. Use it. It's such a powerful thing that can turn normal people in monsters. It's why Walther killed you in the first place. It's what we disguise as justice. An eye for an eye.'

I knew that if I gave up to revenge, he'd have no problem taking over me. But I no longer cared about myself. I no longer cared about my friends and my brother. I no longer cared about Mike, Jack or Jeremy, nor seeing my parents again. Without hope, how could I care for any of those things?

Vengeance replaced hope.

I only cared about killing this man.

The world suddenly unfroze all around me. The axe came to my chest at full speed, but I lifted my hand and caught the thing by its handle in the last possible moment. Walther's triumphant smirk was instantly replaced by a disgusted scowl. Feeling as if all the chains around me had snapped, I stood up, never letting go of the handle. I was now fully upright and glaring at my killer in the eyes, who only looked back at me in anger and apprehension as he tugged at the axe, trying to release it from my inhuman grip. I leaned my body back and tore the weapon from his hand with a single violent tug.

The axe was now in my hand.

A/N: I'm really sorry about this cliffhanger guys, I really am! As I said I wanted to give you the ending of the tape in this update, but it wasn't possible. Hopefully the next chap will be up in around two weeks. However, I can't make any promises: it'll be quite big in multiple ways.

Thanks again to all of you for reading, and take care. See you next time!