**Jimmy**

"Lacey? Oh no, Lacey no...." I felt tears streaming down my dingy face as I crouched next to her mangled corpse. I slid down until I was on my side, uncaring of the fact that I was laying in her blood. I silently sobbed, feeling more numb and lost than ever.

Lacey was dead... Zacky and Leana and everyone else could be dead.... I could be the only one left. I could be all alone, stuck in an abandoned maze of a building, away from any sort of civilization. What was I going to do??

"There, there, shhh. Don't cry, I'm here for you." A soft hand placed itself on my head, playing wih my hair in reassurance. I froze and glanced up, but relaxed again when I saw Leana's face... at least I THOUGHT it was Leana. This girl looked younger and slightly more beautiful, but she was covered in filth. Her body smelled of rot and old-age, like what a recently passed on person might smell like...... how peculiar...

"Are you an angel?" I whimpered.

"No, I'm not silly," her voice was light and happy, as if I was a lover from the past she was meeting again, "It's just me; Leana."

"What's going on Leana? Why is this happening?" She repositioned me so I was sitting up, and pressed her forehead against mine. I jolted; it felt deathly cold.

"I don't quite know why... But it'll all end soon, I promise."

"How can you tell?"

"I just can." She paused and bit her lip, sending jitters down my spine. Then, oh so cautiously, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine. I deepened the kiss, forgetting about the blood on my head or the body next to us.

"Jimmy," she broke the kiss, "I'm scared, please hold me." I did as she asked and pulled her close, planting kisses on her cheek and neck. I was losing myself in her embrace, though her smell and freezing skin repulsed me.

This isn't Leana... Though I realized this, I couldn't stop myself, couldn't pull myself out of this trance. I thought this over and over, even as I flipped us over and steadied myself above her. Even as her dark eyes glinted in some unknown feeling, and even as I gently unbuttoned her pants.

"Please Jimmy; I want to feel you one last time..." She emphasized the last part, as if it was the most important thing she'd ever said. Stop you idiot! This isn't your Leana, this is someone- no something else!

As if hypnotized, I stripped us down and planted kisses from her belly down to the base of her warmth. She moaned and bucked her hips, before brutally pulling me up and flipping us over, so that she was on top. I heard a faint thump, but ignored it and moaned when she sank onto my hardness.

"Come on big boy; you can move, can't you?" I obliged her insinuated plea and grabbed her hips, bouncing her up and down on me. I groaned in pleasure and she giggled, bouncing harder and wiggling her hips around. All the while, a thumping echoed around us in perfect sync with my thrusts...

"What. The. Hell. Is. That?" I panted, but she chose to ignore my question and moaned instead. The thumping grew more obvious, yet I continued to ignore as I felt my orgasm building.

"Oh shit Leana, I think I'm gunna-" I stiffened and squeezed my eyes shut. All of a sudden, the thumping ceased and I heard laughing. My eyes flew open and the first thing I saw was "Leana" with her arms raised above her, laughing maniacally. I froze when I glimpsed a knife protruding from her tiny hands.

Then she was bringing the knife down with strength upon my exposed chest, until it was buried hilt-deep. My mouth flew open upon the contact, and I was too shocked to move or talk, or even gasp.

Pain bloomed in my heart and it spread like fire throughout my veins, and still I lay frozen and still Leana- no, this THING, laughed above me. Then she whispered in a completely and utterly terrifying voice;

"Must have stabbed him fifty fukin' times, I can't believe it..." She twisted the knife, causing a fresh spasm of intense agony to fill my soul, and ripped it out before bringing it down and driving it into my heart again. And still she laughed and still I remained in too much shock to feign her off.

She continued to stab me, over and over, and I felt my life bleeding away with my blood. Then, she whispered once more;

"Ripped his heart out right before his eyes, eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it...." She kept whispering eat it as she placed her nails into four of the puncture wounds, and dug into my chest.

It is a very unnatural sensation, feeling something physically inside you. I could see the black shadow of death hanging over me, but I could FEEL her fingers searching my breast for my heart. She was death's puppet, pulling the strings to lead me to my ultimate demise.... and I had fallen perfectly into her trap.

When I finally felt her fingertips brush my faintly beating heart, her eyes bloomed in insane victory, and she tore it out of my chest. The last thing I saw was a devil, a devil who had tried to pass as my angel, holding my life-line in her hands.

Her laughing resonated in my ears as I closed my eyes and gasped. My last breath was that of a gargled plea, and beg for forgiveness, a heartfelt cry for help. And then; I died. Plain and simple.

Notes

You get another update after this, I'm feeling inspired! I sincerely hope you don't want to rip MY heart out for these next chapters.... Anyways, now you all (at least I hope) know who the true killer is!

But how is she still alive, after decades of nothing? How has little miss madness managed to survive?

Stay tuned, all will be explained in the last chapter (which is coming up soon by the way)......