Disaster struck in the dead of night. Massacre Man was awake in his bed when he heard a noise. The door opened. The thought of running. Leaving this terrible place behind came to him, but before he could even breathe, he was paralysed. He tried to make a noise. to shout to the others, but a dark shape simply walked towards him. It's face was in front of his, he could feel it's breath, warm, on his face. It lifted it's left hand up, in front of massacre man's face, and wagged a finger. It put it's hand to his forehead and he sunk, deep into the abyss of sleep.
It wasn't until morning that the terrible event of the night before was evident.
Chronogrl was the first to notice. She had been up a while. Nearly everybody in
the team had submitted their answers and she was excited to see what happens. What was the reward? Gold? Silver? It had to be something good.
Who would to all this trouble for nothing?
She was walking to the fridge to get a glass of milk when she tripped. She landed on Angra's bed.
"Oh, sorry, did I wake you?" she asked. No answer. She got up and looked at him. Fast asleep. She smiled to herself, knowing she hadn't just made an enemy in her team. That was when she noticed it. It was a feeling like a fly, crawling along her arm. She looked down, and then wished it was a fly. A trickle of blood was falling down. She screamed.
Everybody in the bunker woke up. Massacre Man felt a bit achy and was pondering over his strange "dream". He got out of his bed quickly to see all the others crowding around Angra's bed. He walked over.
"What happened?" He asked. Chronogrl was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, with a face like she had just seen a ghost. Massacre Man looked down at the bed and felt a chill down his spine, like he soul had been stabbed with a sword. Angra was lying down on his bead. There was blood everywhere but his face showed no sign of fear. He must have been asleep. But, though his face was peaceful. It and the rest of his head were about 2 inches away from his neck. He had been decapitated. Chronogrl screamed again...
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