Day+6

=__DAY SIX WRAP-UP__= =STRONGEST CHARACTER: Owen Charlotte= =E**LIMINATED CHARACTER(s):** MADISON MILLER, MASON MILLER, SILAS CAMILLE =

**Killer's P.O.V.**

Silas saw me before I saw him. "HEY!" he shouted. I froze, my back to him, my hood up, but my mask off. I gripped the knife in my pocket and turned around, keeping my head down. "Yeah?" I heard the *click...click...click* as he slowly made his way toward me on his crutches. "You okay, man?" he asked. "Yeah I'm just," I paused, a mistake, "looking for the bathrooms." He caught my hesitation and took half a step back on his crutches. *click* "The, uh, bathrooms are back this way--" I was running out of time. I quickly lunged forward and stabbed him; he didn't have enough time to react or defend himself. He looked up at me, not a hint of fear on his face, but surprise. I watched recognition render on his face, and quickly pulled my hood up. "You..?" He managed to choke out, before even his crutches could not hold him and he crumbled into me. I caught him by the shoulders and dragged him behind some large trash cans. I sat there a moment, thinking. He recognized me. I need my mask before the sun comes up again. I checked my watch. 1 am. Plenty of time. I was about to leave when I heard voices.

I hid in the shadows, behind the big trash cans as I watched the twins turn the corner where Silas and I had been standing moments before. "Madison?" the boy asked quietly. "What's up?" she replied. Mason hesitated for a moment before asking, "What do you think dad will tell Kate?" They both stopped walking just a they were about to pass me and looked at each other. "What do you mean?" She sounded scared, and Mason sighed. "I mean, if we don't come back. What will he tell Kate?" "He won't. We'll be back soon enough and everything will be fine." I racked my brain; Kate... Kate... ah, yes their younger sister, diagnosed with down syndrome. I felt a tightness in my chest, and for a moment thought I could let them pass by. No. This is how it starts. First you see a vulnerability, then you feel empathy, and all the sudden you are raising a child you should have left to be found by the police... I shook the memory from my head. Violet was the only exception. No one else. Before I can change my mind, I jump out of the darkness and I'm about to stab Madison in the back, when Mason yells and pulls her behind him. My knife sinks into his shoulder at an awkward angle and he yells out in pain. His shout is echoed by Madison's piercing scream as she lunges toward him, completely ignoring me. "Oh my god," Madison says, crying. "You're fine, you-you're going to be fine." She stands up like she's going to go find help and sees me. It's as if she just remembered I was there. Her eyes go wide and she takes a step back, tripping on her brother's foot. "Mad?" he asks quietly, his eyes starting to close. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Mason, everything will be okay." The tight feeling emerges in my chest again and as quickly as it comes, I push it away. I move slowly toward Madison. "Is he gone?" Mason asks, unable to turn his head in our direction. Madison closes her eyes. Before I can feel anymore guilt, I lean forward and snap her neck. She falls into Mason. "Mad?" he asks again, nudging her shoulder. Within a few seconds, they're both gone.