Kiara's POV

I woke up, my vision blurred and my head pounding. What had happened? Oh... that's right. That boy had pulled another needle on me and I guess it knocked me out. Man, where does he keep those things?

I looked up a bit, my vision still blurred but I could make out some kind of figure. I tried to make a sound but I found I couldn't move my mouth. Something sticky was over it. I tried to move my hands but sometimes kept me from doing that too. What kept me bound felt tough and scratchy, probably rope. I finally realized I had been tied down to a chair. I struggled a bit but to no avail. I suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps. I threw my head back a bit and shut my eyes to feign sleep. My heart beat like crazy as I listened to the footsteps make a slow circle around wherever I was before heading back out and disappearing. I opened my eyes back up to find that they had mostly cleared up. Looking back to what was in front of me I realized it was Clara! She had tape over her mouth and was also tied to a chair just like me. The only difference was that while I remained unscathed, she had bruises and cuts all over her body. As well as bandages and dried blood. Parts of her body looked a bit disfigured as of the bones had been broken and... some of her fingers were missing?

I jumped when she flinched a little. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she slowly lifted her head up as if it were painful to move at all. Her eyes grew wide when she saw me. She tried to say something but it was muffled. She looked down at herself realizing she too was tied. She struggled a bit similar to me, but to no avail.

I looked around the room. Maybe there was something that could help us? Clara started to do the same as well. However, we both jumped when we heard the sound of footsteps coming towards us.

"Ah, I see you're awake. My apologies you couldn't meet my whole family at the moment, but they're out on business so I was left to deal with this"

I recognized this boy. Well kind of. He was wearing the same thing but had a kind of creepy doll like mask on. I watched as he walked further into the room before plopping himself on the couch right in front of us.

"I know you're probably confused but no need to worry. I just want to to talk for a bit. I'm going to take your tape off so you can speak but please don't yell or scream. It'll make me angry if you do and you don't want to see me angry. Plus no one would be able to hear you so don't waste your breath. Understood?"

We both nodded. He took off his mask to reveal his face. For well whatever he was he sure was handsome. His hair was light brown and his eyes were like a mix of amber and gold, very similar to the color of a lion's eye. He smiled, though it seemed to mainly be directed towards me. He walked over to me first a gently pulled off the tape. He then went to Clara and basically ripped it off her mouth. He glared at her when she gave out a squeak of pain.

"Don't make a sound unless I tell you to.", he growled back handing her. I let out a gasp before quickly shutting my mouth. I looked to him to see his watching me. I was scared he was going to hurt me but he simply walked back to the couch. I looked back to Clara who had tears in her eyes as she tried to hold back a whimper.

"Alright, let's get started."

For awhile we answered a series of questions. Oddly enough they were simple questions like, "what's your name?", "when's your birthday?", "what food do you like?".

Everything went off fairly well. I was either smart enough or too cowardly too keep my mouth shut and only answer when asked. Clara however, well she wasn't as lucky. On multiple occasions she would freak out or start asking him questions to which he would hit her. She finally stopped when he had brought out a knife.

"I think that's enough questions. Now, let's get to our little game. It's kinda like a little debate. You'll each have a certain amount of time to give me in this case, your defense. As for your topic, well it's simple. Which one of you should I kill? Whoever does a better job gets to keep their life and the loser won't live to see the sun again. How does that sound?"

Both of our eyes grew wide. Kill? He was going to kill one of us?

"You. You're first.", he said nodding towards Clara. She hesitated for a bit. "I um- I".

"Tik Tok...", he sang.

"PLEASE! I don't want to die! Please don't kill me! Kill her instead! She's the only reason I'm here! I don't deserve this!"

I was shocked. One of my best friends.... they just turned on me like that?

"Oh?", the boy asked with an amused smile. "So you're saying I should kill her instead of you? Why?"

"Yes! Her! I don't deserve this! All of this is her fault! Please! Just let me go! I don't want to die! I'll do anything!"

"Hmmmm anything? Well it's obvious you don't like this girl if you turned on her so easily. Why don't you tell me how much you hate her?"

"I hate her so much! I never liked her! She's such an ugly baby. I'm only friends with her because Amy is, not because I want to be. I've never liked her!"

The boy simply chuckled at Clara's response. I looked to Clara, her eyes refused to meet mine. My eyes filled with tears that spilled over the brim of my eyes. Was this true? Did she actually hate me that much? The boy walked over to me.

"Your turn.", he smiled not even acknowledging my state. I tried to to say something but I just couldn't. I was crying too hard. After some failed attempts to create any decent words the boy raised his hand.

"That's enough. I've decided who dies and who gets to live."

He walked back to the couch and grabbed the knife. He then walked over to me. I knew it, I was going to die. I looked to Clara one last time. Her eyes met mine and I saw a bit of guilt. "Sorry Kiara.", she mumbled. "But what was I supposed to do?"

I braced myself for the feeling of a knife being pushed through my skin or being sliced across my throat but it never came. Instead I felt a pair of lips press against mine. Cold as ice they were, but soft at the same time. I opened my eyes to see the boy staring directly act me. His eyes were mostly cold and unreadable but I could make out just the tiniest bit of warmth? Passion? Love? Or maybe it was lust? He pulled away smirking before I could figure out what it was. I was frozen in place. My eyes stayed locked with his. What the hell just happened. My mini trance finally broke when he turned away towards Clara.

"No! Wait! Please! Don't!"

Too late. He plunged the knife right into her eye. Twisting and turning it while she screamed in pure agony. He then suddenly left and quickly returned with a shotgun. I jumped when I heard the gun shots. Two were fired, each one hitting her kneecaps. She screamed even louder. He then used the knife to tear off her shirt. Going to her stomach he slowly started to carve something out. When he moved out of the way I was horrified to see what he did. He had carved a heart with an arrow going through it and had written inside of it, "Simon + Kiara". He turned to me with an insane smile.

"Do you like it?"

I nearly threw up. Tears were flowing out of my eyes and my breathing had gotten much faster and heavier to the point where I was pretty sure I was going to pass out.

"Aww? No? But I made it just for you.", he gave a fake pout. "That's okay, I'll let you finish her off and then you'll be happy."

He quickly broke the rope that kept me tied to the chair and basically yanked me over to where Clara was. He stood behind me, placed the knife in my right hand and used his hands to grab both of mine.

"No, please don't make me.", I begged.

"You're so cute when you have that voice. Don't worry, I'll find more.... pleasurable ways for you to use that cute begging voice of yours.", he purred.

I tried to struggle and back up but he was extremely strong. Apparently he wasn't even using all his strength because before I could even register it he forced my hand to bring down the knife. Right into Clara's throat. The screaming stopped and I he let me go. I backed away as fast as I could with my hands covering my mouth. What had I done?

I curled up against the wall, the only sounds were my crying and heavy breathing. And the sounds of laughter, dark maniacal laughter.