It's terror time again ~~~~~~~~ Justin dropped the cell, wincing as he dragged himself across the floor by his hands and away from Ethan who was blindly swinging his bloodstained cleaver ignoring the fact he‘d been shot in the arm twice. Daphne stood with the gun, her hands shaking as she still pointed it at Ethan. Justin’s arms gave in momentarily, causing him to flop onto the wooden floor with a thud, drawing the two others’ attention. Blood oozed from the gash tracing across his back, leaving a trail behind him as he crawled, grabbing Daphne’s hand as he was tugged closer to the gun wielding girl. Blue eyes glanced at his watch, noting there was only an hour left. Hopefully he didn’t bleed out ‘til then “You left me to be with the whore!” comes the fiddlers shriek, causing Justin to look up through heavy lidded eyes. “Fuck…you. He’s not the whore…you are” That got Justin a punch in the face, his head snapping sideways. “Now Kinney gets to loose the one person who loves him. And I can make it seem like it was the houses fault!” The cleaver was swung, Justin rolling out the way as it embedded itself in the wood. Wincing as pressure was put on his back, Justin leapt up, taking the chance to use his moves he learnt in self defence classes at saint James’. So he placed a roundhouse kick to Ethan’s face, putting all the strength he had behind it, watching as Ethan staggered backwards, prompting Justin to deliver another kick. This one knocked him down. Justin was being fuelled by his adrenaline as he grabbed the gun out Daphne’s hands, aiming at the greasy git. He was shaking slightly, finger on the trigger as he pointed, the laser sight resting right between his eyes. Half an hour to go. Ethan scuttled across the floor, almost inhumanly, towards Justin. The blonde stepped back, shooting at him but missing each time. There was a sneer on his ex boyfriend’s face that caused Justin to freeze, horror running through him as the gun was knocked from his hand, fingers wrapping themselves in his hair as his face was smashed against the wall. Dropping to his knees, he looked up through the blood which blurred his vision, and saw the cleaver being swung for his head. Then there was a gunshot. Then he passed out.