It wasn't that Ethan had never played any sports. When Phillip offered for him and Jericho to play football, he had declined. "How could you guys be playing a sports game when Sherman just died?" He'd wanted to ask that, but he couldn't bring himself to make any enemies. Besides there was only one enemy at present: the killer.

He sat now beside Brooklyn. She was stringing a bracelet together and mulling over clues in her head. "Ethan?" He looked up at her voice. "Yeah?" Brooklyn put down her bracelet. "I asked you a question four times." Ethan realized he'd been getting into his own head. "Oh sorry. What was it?" Brooklyn reached behind her head to tie her hair into a bun. "I was just asking you what you had found at the crime scene."

Ethan told her about the poison he'd found. Then he pulled out the cup of the poison he'd snatched from the boat. "Oh my god. Is that it?" Brooklyn pointed to the bottle. He nodded and knelt down to the ground. "Watch." She did watch, as the poison seeped through the grass burning everything it touched. Brooklyn gasped and met eyes with Ethan. "You may have just solved this crime. However, it doesn't explain what I saw in the morgue."

They continued their conversation for hours. The sun began to set behind them. Another figure stood in the shadows. Greer smirked as she took in all of the information. It was delicious and so perfect! She tucked a pen back into her pocket and stood. There was no playing nice when it came to a dangerous game like this one.

Greer turned to leave and felt herself go rigid. There was a shadow lurking in the woods behind her. It was large and looked almost animal like. She froze. That was because it was an animal. It's eyes were sharp and cold and it's fur was dark as night. Greer was looking into the eyes of a wolf. She screamed.

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Giles sat up in bed. "What the hell was that noise?" He stood, straightening his shirt. There was no way it had been a death, it wasn't time for that yet. He ran for the door and paused. Could the killer be using this as a distraction? It certainly made sense to Giles. He reached under his bed and pulled out a weapon at random. The butler was holding a .22 caliber. Then he was out of his cabin and running in the direction of the noise.

The scene was absolutely chaotic. Audrey was ringing her hands. Sage and Brooklyn were in tears. Jericho was on the ground hugging himself. Giles raced down the road and stopped in front of a clearing of woods. Ethan was trying not to vomit. Phillip was next to Zayne. Summer and Calvin were bent over a bloody mess.

Greer was laying on the grass. Her hair was swept to the side and her eyes were closed. That was because she was bleeding and was not breathing. Giles fell to his knees. "No!" Not another unexpected death. This killer was vicious, not calculated, and terrifying. It was only a matter of time before another life was stolen. He bent down to check the pulse of the woman.

"I already checked. She's dead." Calvin said, standing up and putting a hand on his shoulder. Giles withdrew from the body. What could this possibly mean? This was not going to happen again. The butler made a decision at that moment. He looked up, up at the group of terrified faces and mournful glances. He looked up at the eyes of a person who was capable of committing murder.

Giles reached into his pants and pulled out the .22 caliber. Calvin drew back instantly. "Is that a fucking gun?" Jaclyn's voice carried. Zayne stared at him in horror. They stepped back as Giles pointed it in the air...and fired. BANG! Silence filled the air, every face turned to the man holding the gun. The cold silence was not broken as they waited, for something.

His voice came out gravelly and choked. "I have had enough of this bullshit!" Giles couldn't believe he was doing this. After so many deaths, so much heartache, mounds of bodies, it was ending right there and right then. "Reveal yourself! You coward! You piece of lowlife filth! Tell me who you are!" He pointed the gun at everyone, circling the grass. Hands went up and the group stood horrified.

The person that spoke was Summer. "Giles. This is not the way to do things. This, is not going to get us anywhere." Giles whirled around, training the gun on the woman who had first greeted him. "How do I know you're not just saying that because you did all of this?" He laughed, but not in a way that made the others laugh. This laugh was full of brokenness and regret.

Calvin moved to stand in front of his wife. "Don't you dare accuse my wife of murder." Phillip moved next, standing in front of Calvin. "This is probably exactly what the killer wants!" He held up his hands as Giles pointed the gun at his head. "How am I to trust any of you? I just met you lot a few days ago! One of you is trying to kill me not physically, but mentally it's destroying me!" Giles was sobbing. "I am tired of this!"

Audrey looked to her side at Sage, tears filling her eyes. Phillip found Zayne's eyes. They all began to look at each other. Jericho stood. "He's right. Whoever is the killer. Let's just get this over with."

Another silence, then Jaclyn tumbled to the ground. Behind her, stood Lana, knife in her hand, blood dripping the edge.