My eyes scanned through the room as my heart raced, my fingers shook rapidly as they gripped to the daggers in my hand. I silently stepped over the bodies of the dead men sprawled out across the floor, scattered like glass shards of broken glass. I quicken my pace as the whimpers coming from down the hall bounced off the walls, my lips ached from the aggressive punches as I bit them to keep from squeaking from fear. My strawberry blond hair that was pulled back began to release a few strands, my eyes stung from the tears threading it way across my eyes and rarely let it fall. I gasped as I watched Trevor held the knife to Logan's throat, a deep laughter erupted from Logan's mouth. "You'll never get her" He paused wiping blood as I hid behind a door to listen before I knew what I was getting myself into. "She thinks you're the bad guy, and you'll die with her having that same thought of you within her pretty head." He taunted Trevor, my eyes shot open as a bullet ripped through my back.