Day+5

=__DAY FIVE WRAP-UP__= =STRONGEST CHARACTER: Spencer Wright= =E**LIMINATED CHARACTER(s):** CHARLIE FOSTER, DESMOND TINY, and SAL THE SALAMI =

**Killer's P.O.V.** I stared down at my chess board, the pieces falling into place. Each player crumbled at the perfect time. I decided to cross off their names in a simple effort of organization, and was nearly finished. // Bunny // // Lacie Analista Chu // I smirked to myself. //Smoked rabbit with a side of tea...How lovely.// I glanced up at the screens, content, before realizing a little flaw. I could feel a scowl spread across my face. There he was, Charlie Foster, dangling next to his beloved. This must have been his own doing. This was not the plan. He was supposed to be poisoned. He was //supposed// to suffer in front of his own allies. I glared at his gamepiece: a tiny porcelain dove. A symbol of love, for the highschool sweethearts. I picked it up and forcefully threw it against the wall, listening to the shattered pieces scatter across the floor. I looked back to the screen, calming myself down, brushing off the spontaneous death. It wouldn’t make a difference, I suppose. I’d underestimated the boy. I didn’t think he’d have the guts. Then again, it doesn’t take much to crush a broken heart. // Charlie Foster // A fast movement caught my eye at a far screen, the one covering the arcade. I rolled my eyes, //Perfect, the pothead...// Desmond Tiny wobbled his way forward, before stumbling back at the sight of the enormous clown mouth that was the entrance of the arcade. He let out a strange scream, before collapsing. I smacked a palm to my forehead. //What is wrong with today...// I felt my eyes light up. //Can’t let good poison go to waste...// I’d sent Violet out for that. I can’t say it wasn’t the least bit ironic. It was no surprise drugs would be the death of him. // Desmond Tiny // The miniature bong game piece falls, leaving the board. I continued on as planned, finding the one known as Sal sleeping on his watch, yet again, as if the first time wasn’t warning enough. I anticipated this one to be more of a challenge. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself. He bored me. He acted as if he had somehow already won my little game. Cheaters can’t win this game. Feeding off his allies won’t help him anymore. I put on my mask and started out the door, just as Violet returned, “Father?” I glanced down at her, my mask giving off a frozen smile, “Daddy won’t take long.” I followed through, and a feeling of redemption for my last two failures washed through me. My smile mirrored my mask when the light left my guest’s startled eyes and I relished in the angry, red handprints around his neck. No more could be heard from old // Salvatore .//