~Vincent's POV~
I focused on the pistol as she pointed it at me.
"Vincent! What are you doing!?"
I gripped the knife in my hand.
But then I lashed out, cutting Ali's stomach.
She scowled and shot the gun.
I tried to jump out of the way, but I realized I had been too slow when the bullet pierced my side.
I fell to the cold floor of the abandoned building.
I felt the knife slide out of my hand.
"Vincent!"
I felt blood running swiftly down my side.
I was loosing a lot of blood. Fast.
I looked up, my eyes getting droopy.
The only thing I saw before I fainted was Ali, staring down at me with a smirk on her face.
~Ali's POV~
I stared down at Vincent.
I smirked.
I reached down and grabbed my knife from beside him.
I looked up, glancing around.
Then I glanced down at Vincent again. I snickered.
Not like he deserved to live, anyways...
I gripped my knife as I looked up.
Jeremy stood there, alone. But I saw no sign of Scott or Mike. I guessed one of them had rushed (Y/N) to the hospital, probably Scott.
My eyes met Jeremy's. I grinned as he whimpered.
Too easy.
I took a step closer to him.
I gritted my teeth. My side and face still hurt from where Vincent had cut me. I quickly shoved it off.
I continued to draw closer to him, spinning my knife. But he was so scared he couldn't move.
I placed my knife on his neck when I reached him, still grinning like the psychopath I was.
"Don't worry... I won't kill you..." I purred, smirking as he started to shake.
I put my knife's blade on his chest, then slowly dragged it up to his neck, cutting him slightly in the process.
He shivered. I put it on his neck again, and slowly pressed it into his neck. I laughed as he started to bleed.
"I-I thought you said-" He stuttered. I snickered.
"Well guess what?" I growled. "I lied."