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Tyler's P.O.V

"See ya Tyler." Officer Dun says as he closes the door behind him.

'He's hot.' Hope states. Yea he is, but I don't want to kill him. I don't know why but I don't want to kill officer Dun.

'You should,' Blurry starts. 'It's a suggestion, but maybe we can trick him somehow and kill him, escaping in the process.' Blurry says before mumbling a plan to himself. Why do we have to kill everyone that we encounter? I don't want to kill him.

'Me either. I think you're going a bit too far, Blurry. There is no real reason to kill the officer, plus we can get to look at his sexy bod while we're here.' Hope explains. I agree with Hope. I say we don't kill the officer.

'Are you guys turning into whimps? You see a good looking person for once and you don't want to kill them.' Blurry sneers. What the hell has gotten into you? You need to chill Blurry. You're the voice in my head, if I say we don't kill the officer then we don't kill the officer. Blurry lets out an annoyed huff, but doesn't say anything more.

'Good, now that Blurry has finally shut up. Let's think about what could be under that hunk's shirt.' Hope says before forcing pictures of ripped men into my mind. I hate that she can do that.

"Would you stop that!" I mistakenly shout out loud. I instantly cover my mouth.

'Don't worry. I don't think anyone's in here.' Hope reassures. I sign in relief.

"Good. If they knew there was something more to me just killing people, that wouldn't be good." I say out loud, more softly.

'If they figured out you hear voices they could send you to a mental hospital and you might never see your precious officer Dun again.' Blurry says in a fake sad voice. Why do they care so much about us liking officer Dun?

'Yea, why do you care?' Hope asks.

'He might distract from the task.' Blurry mumbles, but I still heard him.

"What task?" I ask. Blurry doesn't say anything.

'Blurry, what task are you talking about?' Hope asks. I feel a kind of power surge through me. It was like a jolt of energy.

'It's nothing. Forget about it.' Blurry says before burying himself into the back of my mind.

'Anyways, I personally think that having another person would be great.' Hope starts up again. Sure, sure, but how do you know officer Dun would want to be with me? A murderer.

'Well, didn't you feel it when he entered the room? A kind of dangerous dominance that has even the craziest murderers backing down." Hope explains. Well, yea I guess, but what makes you think that he'd be interested in me?

'You're cute and can pull in anyone you want. It wouldn't take long before he's falling on his ass for you.' If you say so, Hope. If you say so. I lay on the bed and boredly hum a tune. It's of a song I wrote. I write when I'm not out murdering people.

You know, that could've been my job. I could've been a singer/songwriter, but no. The universe done fucked me up.

I glance over at the dirty bucket that is in here for reason unknown to me. Disgusting. I point my hand at it and raise it. I turn it in mid air just staring at it as some...liquid drips out. I instantly drop the bucket, the door opens just as the bucket hits the floor. I hear footsteps walking towards my cell. I look over at my cell door to see officer Dun. My hands, neck and eyes had turned back to normal by now.

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