Amy stretched, mentally and physically. She let out a sigh, “Let’s get this over with guys…” Everyone continued with the plan.

Two men were left. One of them thrown off to the side under mostly everyone's supervision, and the last one, was to be murdered. This responsibility thrown under Kami. “My my. Lookie what we have here?” They released the chains then roping him against a chair.

“So, how you you like to die?” Kami smiled It’s not bad being dead, but it sometimes hurts, he thought, “Well?”

“If you kill me… make it fast, please.”

Kami, of course, done the exact opposite and planned a nice, slow, painful death. He popped out a cigarette. He smoked it. He enjoyed it. Halfway through he pulled it out, then jabbed it into the man's eye still burning, “Oh, I guess you don’t need that any more now do you?” Kami dug his finger under the other eye, “Oops, sorry man, I guess I got the wrong one. Ah, oh well to bad now.”

The man was screaming at the top of his lungs. The lights flickered. It flickered again.

The flickering stopped. And Kami then pulled out a bottle of flex shot. He shook it, opened it, and shot some into his mouth. Fresh whipped cream came out and he swallowed and wiped the lid clean. Then forcingly shoving the bottle up the man's nose came out real flex shot. It over filled his nose as tears flooded down his face leaving a light puddle on the floor.

Amy looked away as Kami went for some tree clippers and duct tape. Taping the mans mouth, he grabbed a hand. He was going to yank off his nails, but he decided to rush things along.

The man stopped, no sleep, no food, scare bits of water, neglect, bruises, the man was beaten.

His head fell. And the lights went out. They didn’t come back on either. They started to swing, then they cracked with bits of flares coming out. The shaking knocked over the gasoline Kami was to use next. A fire burst from trickets of flare coming out of the light sockets.

They tried to stop the fire but nothing came out. A feeling of death emerged from within the center of the fire.

A dark figure appeared from that point. One of them looked at their wrist, there were eyes, scary eyes, glowing red, and staring to a point beyond a soul.

“My. My. What am I to do?”

Everyone looked around to see where the sound was coming from.

“You just don’t get it do you?”

Lucas fell to the floor crying.

“Why are you crying?” Amy reassured him with a relaxing tone.

“W~e ArE d--dane ffoor…” His voice wasn't clear anymore, as if, he were being choked. He coughed. “We. Are. Done. For. ?.” Anthony said slowly. After comprehending that, he gasped. Lucas fell to the floor. On the other hand Anthony went in the air trying to escape something that wasn't there. His eyes went away into a white space of nothingness. A hand went into his mouth and pulled out his soul. Angie exploded. Blood splattered everywhere. The only thing that was clearly visible was, certain death.

Now left, were the strongest. Amy, and Kami. Slowly, the figure moved closer. An angry aura arisen from it. It was pissed, which meant one thing. Death. Together Amy and Kami yelled Comet in hopes of escape. “What~!”

Nothing happened except its voice. A voice from something of a ranking that doesn't exist. When it hits, it knocks everything to the ground. There hearts were pounding. *boom boom boom* they went. They felt as if they were ripping from inside of them. It came closer as they backed up towards the wall.

“This happens every time. Why do I even bother anymore. You should deserve a more, brutal death, especially you. Amy.”

~~~

The neighbours outside called the firefighters because of weird sightings of potentially fire, ammunition and supernatural phenomena. Everyone was there when three giant numbers appeared above the unit everyone else was in. 3 2 1. The 3 and 2 were crossed out. And the only number available was 1. Words appeared in an orderly fashion above it. That was you last chance.

The 1 expanded. It then hardened and fell out of the sky onto the building. It bombed everyone and everything near. All of Amy’s and Kami’s family, friends, house, school, stuff, city, pets, clothes. Everything exploded. But everyone else's stuff was kept in perfect condition, without a scratch, rather there stuff was increased to its max potential. Houses, restored. People, healed. Dreams on walls, came true. While Amy and Kami were left with nothing but each other. What was yesterday's enemy maybe today's friend. That's all they had. And the exploded building they were in. Every branch of the police force came. NCIS, FBI, CIA, DOD, DIA, all of them came.

A few minutes after the fire stopped, came out Amy and Kami without any clothes on barely having enough energy to stand.

They both collapsed outside in front of everyone. Everyone else was told to stay back, in case Amy and Kami were bluffing.

During the last public incident, someone managed to get a photo of them conversing with Comet and getting a photo of the ‘interesting’ tattoo on the inside of the left wrist.

~I wonder who that was~

Anyways, later on the woke up in a hospital, having back to back panic attacks going crazy, things easily phased now seemed an end. Horrified down to the core. Numbers caused episodes, side conversations caused schizophrenia, darkness a nightmare. Their life a mess, even suicide was thrown off the table immediately. It was so much fun, but I was hoping for a better ending. This was just sad. Oh yeah, my parents! Kinda left them hanging I guess, you thought, their already back home and I'm currently talking to them. I am everything and nothing I am thing of every and none. I am.

Now Kami is just a nervous wreck, his family had already paid for top of the line therapy, but according to the therapist the problems are progressing. Getting worse by the day ~Now who’s fault was that?~

So what about Amy? She is much worse. So bad she has to be kept in confinement. Locked up, no one, nothing, but fear. Right now she is screaming in agony begging me of all things to release her. But I mean, she did cause this upon herself, I despise even thinking about that wretched creature. I pity how much pain I should place on her. But everyone needs a little pain, that's why they put hot sauce on tacos. And she is getting annoying let's just make it worse. She is now a wonderful test subject of torture. She will never die. Welcome to me world of fun! I’m taking back the crown. The one I lost to myself 16 years ago. It is truly fascinating, humans are not supposed to be at the top of the food chain, it is obvious that the animals with the actual strength are at the top, but humans who outsmarted them, still can't use their intelligence to do something about me. I should make lions the top again. Or I could leave it and observe from afar.

Right now I am thinking of using the countdown to its full potential. Making something worse than death. I think maybe it is because you, yes you, are reading this waiting for me to reveal what is worse than death. But I’ll keep you in suspense. Unless you can find something to force it out of me. It exists on earth, but also with something of opposite person mixed in within it. Wanna know something, a way to kill me actually exists! But, sadly, I must say. What's the fun in that? Six hours on the clock. How will they survive? Without using precognition, I am gonna put my money on suicide. Oh well now, I should probably go to bed. But, on second thought, I think that will be too dangerous for now. Anyways I will leave now. I do have a full schedule, probably from being the greatest thing ever. Not to brag or anything I will always be better than you and always watch you. And I have just successfully created a Tsundere.