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I ran as fast as I could, the wind pushed my long brown hair back, allowing me to see where I was going. She laughed, grazing her knife against the hard wall. Sharp and quick, dust fell from the wall. Click, Clack, Click, Clack. The sound of her walking closer and closer made me run faster, faster than I ever would have imagined. Another evil giggle, another sharp sound of metal to metal. Without looking back, I knew that she got her other knife out. What have I created? 
	
"Sorry Mom, but this is for the best." Her voice was soft, yet cold and brisk. Just as I looked back I heard something land in front of me.Whipping my head back to the front, I couldn't stop in time. Staggering backwards, I fell. I couldn't see out of my left eye, for a knife was there and implanted deep inside my head. Pain flooded my body. I could feel a warm liquid trickling down my left eye everywhere. Blood. I looked around, taking in my last thought, my last memory, my last vision. A silhouette of two kids stand in front of me and slowly start to blur out, and my screen fades to black. I knew at that moment, this was the end of my movie. Will there ever be a Sequel?

Murder on Blood Moon

I didn't want to accept this, the fog taking over him fully, making him disappear in my arms. I could feel his limp corpse in my arms. The memories of us together, pranking each other and laughing about it. Our memories with Maxy. Maxy didn't get to stay goodbye. I cried and cried. My screams echoed in the big rooms, but silence filled my ears. His last words repeatedly played in my mind. Forgetting about Grace, or everyone else, I thrashed around breaking everything in my way. I was losing control over myself. I screamed my fathers name over and over. I screamed Maxy's name, feeling as if it was my fault he didn't get to see him one last time. Then my mom. Her happy smile whenever he came home to her played in my mind. To lose someone at Macy's age. To live your life without the one you truly love at Mother's age. To take all the pain, the grief, the guilt, of not being able to do anything. My world collapsed around me. The school I was supposed to look after cumbled, for I could feel the moon itself shake and tremble as my father was taken away from me. 


"Am-Amy! The ceiling is going to crumble on us! W-Wh-Where are you-" I heard Graces voice over the ear pieces. The last survivors. 


He's gone. I'm sorry Mom, Maxy. I won't accept it but I will get home safe. 


Quickly, I picked myself up and sprinted towards her location. The pain from my torn legs hissed through my body, telling me to slow down. The fear of Maxy's safety, that he made it back home. The fear of Mom, she might be the next target for the murderer. I had to get my friends. Tears still flooded my face, leaving prints and remains. My breathing was getting heavy from the loss of blood. I looked down scanning my bleeding legs. My suit was crimson and the blood was seeping through it. I had to hurry. 


"G-Grace? Where are you again?" I asked her through the ear pieces. My left shoulder hit a wall causing me to lose my balance. I stumbled, rolling over all of the rubble and furniture, desperately trying to get to Grace. I was slowly losing my mind, slowly breaking down. Grace knew how to help me. I had to get to her.


Chapter 2: Part 5