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  "Tom! Tom!" The girl clutching the last boy's jacket screamed. She nearly dove for him, but was stopped by the other teen. "Laura, don't go near her." He said, the shake in his tone giving away the terror he felt despite his calm expression. You stared down at the boy named Tom. A large pool of blood was gathering around his head, staining the ground crimson.

"I didn't mean.... I'm sorry... I-I...." You grappled for words, taking a step towards the two teens with one hand outstretched. Laura jumped, hiding behind the boy. With one hand on Laura, the boy pushed her back. "Stay away from us. You... You... Murderer." You froze, the word ringing in your ears.

Murderer.... Murderer...

"You're wrong. I-I'm not... I didn't mean to kill him." You said, picking up your blood stained suitcase. 'But... I suppose I am killer now.' You thought. You had made up your mind earlier, that much was clear. You had never intended to kill anyone yet, though. That had changed your plans for the night.

You stepped over Tom's body, now pale as the last of his blood drained onto the forest floor. "I'm sorry for your loss. I really am. But this world is run by one thing and one thing alone. Survival of the fittest." You carried your suitcase as you approached them. They took a few steps back, more afraid of your sudden change in personality than in the temporary weapon in your hands.

"Laura. Laura, run to the road." The boy said, pushed her back, though his eyes remained on you. Laura shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No. I-I can't leave without you." The boy pushed her again, nearly knocking her down. "Go!" You refrained from rolling your eyes and took pride in the fact you had never been like them, never known them, and never acted like them. You gave BEN credit; he potentially saved you from a boring, terrifying life as a sheep. Instead, you understood what drove the killers you were joining. There was a certain thrill in watching them shake and scream, staring at their pale, horrified faces, realizing your life would never be like theirs. You were a wolf, a killer surrounded by sheep; the world was your prey now.

The girl, Laura, took a few steps back, about to run when you swung your suitcase again, freezing her to the spot. The same corner of the case that killed Tom, ended this boy's life too. Who would have guessed a suitcase would make such a good weapon? Though you weren't going to use that forever, definitely not. The teen fell to the floor, blood already flowing freely from his new head wound.

"Michael!" Laura screamed again. This time no one restrained her from collapsing next to the bodies. She shook in fear, sobs racking her body. You stood above her, blood pooling around your feet. Your grip loosened on your suitcase and the weight of what happened fell on you. You had taken two lives and had another's fate in your hands. The minutes ticked by with only the sounds of Laura's sobbing and the thoughts spinning in your mind. You cleared your head and nudged Laura with your foot. She flinched, scrambling away from you. The faint tracks of tears on her face brought the remnants of whatever pity you had left to the forefront of your mind.

With an audible sigh, you crouched down to look her in the eyes. "Laura. I expect you to keep quiet about this little incident, okay?" She stared at you, her eyes shining with tears and confusion. "Listen to me Laura. I better not hear that you told any one, any one, about what happened here, or I will find you and kill you. Got it?" Laura nodded quickly and got to her feet. She waited a heart beat later before fleeing back to the road through the trees.You adjusted your grip on your now blood covered suitcase. Stepping over the bodies, you continued on your trek for the mansion, your mind a swirling mess of thoughts. "What a night..." You muttered.

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  Barely a few minutes later, you stood on the steps leading to the front door of your new home. You glanced behind you into the dark trees of the night, thinking over one last time why you decided to leave your normal life.

To start, you were obsessed with creepypastas from the beginning. Your parents were barely home and you met a killer who unsuccessfully attempted to kill you more than once. You'd been kidnapped, tortured, and nearly drowned. And yet, you'd met someone to love, even with his sandwich demands and killer instincts. BEN nearly killed you, he saved you, and he gave you something to live for.

"Not a bad change." You whispered under your breath. With a grin, you turned back to the front door, opened it slowly, and stepped into your new life.