The Secret Slayer

At this time, Nick, who was Alex’s best pal was strolling towards Alex’s flat, unaware of what was going on. Suddenly the mysterious person who was upstairs, shooting at Nick’s friends, tackled Nick to the ground. There was shouting from upstairs, and Nick looked at the man. He suddenly realized what was going on. The man took off his hood unsuspecting of Nick. Nick was still looking at him, his arm coated with blood. It was Marcelus. He bolted up the long stairs to tell his friends.

"He’s coming back," exclaimed Mark. "Quickly!"

Alex leapt into the doorway and saw a figure, who’s back was towards him, climbing up the stairs. He pulled the trigger and shot his friend in the head thinking it was the intruder. His brains splattered onto the walls and ceiling, and blood was everywhere. Alex wiped pieces of brain and skull from off his face and rejoined his friends.

"I killed him," he said slowly.

They all sighed in relief.

Marcelus was clambering up the drain. He stealthily climbing through the window of the room the three friends were in. Marcelus aimed his gun carefully. He shot down Alex and Kurt in the same gruesome way Nick had been dealt with, but Mark managed to get out of the way just in time.

Marcelus was satisfied. He descended down the side of the building and got into his white van. The van drove away, normally and innocently, up the road.

Meanwhile, Mark was still hiding until he heard police sirens.

"I’m safe," he thought.

He picked up Alex’s gun just to be sure. It was sick, the blood dripping as he lifted it up. He was shaking and he felt like vomiting. Slowly, he walked down the stairs. As he was exiting the door a police officer approached him, spotting the gun in his hand. He shot Mark in the chest. He fell to the ground. He was dead.