Blood. Blood. Blood. None sense. Blood. A
whirl without ending. He was lost. However, he
couldn't forget something. The blood on his hands.
Blood of a friend. Blood of someone more than a
friend. The same dream every night.
He was totally out of his mind. He got out
of his room. He was running at the alley when he
heard something. A scream. Nothing but a scream
coming from Christopher's chambers That scared
the hell out of him. He went straight out of
Christopher's chambers and squealed: Open up.
Christopher I said open up I have to talk to you. If
this is a damn joke I promise that I'll kill you...
Christopher opened the door..
Christopher: You won't need to...
Alan was shocked. Christopher had blood all over
his body. He had a knive on his right hand.
Christopher: I'm sorry Alan...
Alan: NO!!!
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