The six friends stared in horror as they watched the boy in front of them lay in a small pool of his own blood. A word was not spoken as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and the small heaving of his chest stopped. All eyes moved to the boy holding the crimson covered knife, who looked just as frightened as the others. It all happened so fast; it all just came as a blur.
"We have to get rid of them," He spoke.
No one knew it was going to end this way.
