Day+7

=__DAY SEVEN WRAP-UP__= =STRONGEST CHARACTER: Spencer Wright= ==E**LIMINATED CHARACTER(s):** OWEN CHARLOTTE, DIEGO RODRIGUEZ, WENDELL CARNEGIE==

**Killer's P.O.V.** "//Dad//...?" With my smile intact, I stepped closer. Spency backed away, "No." I stopped in my tracks. "No." He said again, his shocked expression morphing into something foreign, a mix of anger and hurt and confusion merged together. He stood, baffled, staring at me. "I...I don't..." He struggled to find the words, "Why would..." His eyes darted back and forth, searching for an answer, "Dad--" He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps nearby. A distraught Casey Gallagher frantically stumbled closer. Her clothes were torn and cuts of many depths were scattered about her body. "Gone..." She collapsed not too far away from that Micah man, too shell-shocked to be observant, "She's gone... The swords, the...Owen, I tried, I- I..." She faded off as she stared forward. In that instant, something forcefully collided with me from behind. I tumbled to the ground, taking someone with me. I flipped around to see Wendell Carnegie to my left and a determined Diego Rodriguez closing in. "//You//." Wendell uttered as he lunged at me//.// His fist made impact with my jaw and my head flew back. I quickly recovered, reaching for my knife, concealed in my hoodie. As soon as I pulled out the weapon, it was almost instantly knocked out of my hand by Mr. Carnegie and sent sliding across the pavement. The boy was quick. I kicked him in the chest, before running in the direction of the blade. I ignored Spency's protests in the background and whipped around just in time to see my opponent freeze. He glanced down at the silver handle piercing his left shoulder before falling into a crumpled heap. //Not quick enough//... I jumped to my feet ready to battle his ally, only to see that the job was already done. I whipped my head to Spency, my eyebrows shot up in surprise. //Did he...?// He was still standing in his spot, a horrified expression on his face as he shook his head. I turned back to Diego just as a single housefly escaped his throat. As if on cue, my dark-haired little girl ran up. "Father..." She looked up at me with teary eyes, "I'm sorry. Those men, they... Daddy, I didn't mean to..." "It's not your fault, I know. It's okay, sweetie..." I patted her head as she looked behind me. Her eyes widened and she gave her own little smile, "Hi, Spencer!"