As it would turn out, it was my best friend holding the blade now stabbed through me. His eyes register fear, and my body registers pain. But I'm not afraid anymore...
He looks terrified. Backs up away from me.
I look down, and to my surprise I bleed blue blood. The blood we discovered near the dead bodies.
I understand more than ever now, and with a large, swift hand I grab him around the throat firmly.
Because really, I had a feeling I was it all along. The monster.
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