Elaine was laying on the floor breathing heavily. Taylor went over to the door and inspected the knife. Blood was dripping profusely from the it.

"Taylor, what are we going to do?" Elaine asked through tears.

"Get out of here," he replied, inspecting the door. "We need to get out of here."

"Aren't we safe in here?" Elaine asked.

"I guess," Taylor replied.

"Taylor, what about the others? What happened to them?" she asked.

"I don't know! Okay? I don't know anymore than you do! So get off my back!" Taylor yelled.

"I'm sorry," Elaine whispered. She got up slowly and walked to the far corner of the room and turned her back to him. She started crying again only this time it was from being hurt emotionally, not physically.

Taylor played with the door knob for a few more minutes then gave up.

"Elaine?" he asked. No answer. He walked over to her and put his arms around her bare stomach. "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that," he whispered in her ear.

"Leave me alone," she told him. "Just stay away from me." She slid out from under his arms and walked past him. She sat on the bed. Once again her back was facing him. He once again went over to her. He crawled onto the bed and sat behind her.

"Taylor, please. I can't do this anymore. If you're interested say so, if not, leave me alone. There's already too much going on. I don't need this too," she said in a whispery voice.

"Look at me," he whispered. She turned her head around slowly to face his. "Stop crying. I'm not worth it," he told her softly. She sniffed back the rest of her tears. "Hey, you gonna be okay?" She nodded her head. "You look awfully pale."

"I just don't feel very good. That's all," she told him.

"Why, what's wrong?" he asked concerned. "Well, besides the obvious," he said, trying to lighten things up.

"I'm just sick to my stomach," she replied. He laid her down on the bed. Her stomach growled.

"I think I can guess why," he said. "Hungry?"

"Maybe, she whispered.

"I think you are," he said.

"I'll be okay," she said, sitting up. Taylor pushed her back down softly.

"No you dont," he said. He climbed on top of her and held her down by her wrists. "Don't make me keep you like this. You gonna stay?" She nodded. He crawled off of her. "Now I gotta find you something to eat," he told her. She looked at him and smiled.

"No! Bad Elaine! Bad!" Taylor said, laughing.

"What?" she asked, smiling. "Taylor, seriously, we have to get to the others," she said, turning over on her side. He laid down on his side to so that they could look into each other's face.

"Yeah, you're right," he said.

"I'm really worried about them," she told him. Her face showed it. She bit her bottom lip.

"Me too. I feel so helpless," he said. "I don't know how much of this I can take."

"You're strong, you know that? I don't care what happens. I want you to always remember that you are strong and can anything," she told him with a serious expression.

"You have pretty eyes," he whispered to her.

"Thanks," she replied, looking down and blushing slightly. "No, we're not going to do this again," she said suddenly. She rolled over and got off the bed. She was so weak she could barely stand.

"Here! Let me help you," Taylor told her, climbing over the bed and standing beside her. She put his arm around her waist. "Here, lean on me."

She pulled away form him.

"I'm fine. I don't need you," she told him, walking over to the door that led to the hallway. She turned the door knob. The door opened. "Taylor," she whispered. He went over to her. He pulled the door open completely then stepped in the doorway, in fornt of Elaine.

"Stay here. I'll be right back. Lock this door," he told her.

"Okay," she said, wanting to show him that she could be independent. "Where are you going, exactly?"

"To check the other room and the hallway. I'll be right back. You gonna be okay?" he said. She nodded. With that, he stepped into the hallway. Elaine closed the door and locked it behind him. She went over to the bed and sat down. She was on the verge of vomitting.

"I hope he's okay," she thought to herself. A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door from the hall. She got up and walked over to the door.

"Taylor?" she asked.

"No, try again," a voice said.

"Zac?" she asked.

"Good guess," he replied. She unlocked the door. Her face became pale with fear as she stumbled backwards.

"Who are you?" she choked out.

"Someone," the person replied back in a whispery voice. He was a tall, well-built guy. He looked about 16 or 17. He had a dark complexion and very dark features. His hair was short and spiked.

"What do you want?" she asked full of fear.

"You!" he replied in a deep voice. He came into the room and closed the door behind him, locking her in with him. He pulled out a knife. Elaine let out a chilling scream. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you unless you force me to," he said. Elaine backed up against the bed then stumbled back on it.

"Great! Sit on a bed! No! No invites there!" she thought to herself. "Please, leave me alone," she sobbed. He walked over to her. He just shook his head slowly.

"Come with me," he told her.

"No!" she shrieked. He held the knife up to her. He was standing over her by this point.

"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you," he said in his monotone voice.

"I'll never go anywhere with you!" she screamed. She tried to kick him but he was too quick for her. He moved out of the way and pinned her down to the bed. She screamed as loud as she could. He held the knife to her throat.

"You don't want me to have to make you," he whispered in her ear. She continued to struggle. He pressed his elbow into her side. "Calm," he told her. She stopped struggling. "Coming?"

She looked into his face for a brief moment then turned her face away from his. He put the cold blade up to her neck. "Now are you?"

"Yes," she whispered, beginning to cry.

"Glad to here that," he said, getting off of her. He pulled her up and pulled her up against him so that her back was against his chest. He put one arm around her stomach and his other arm, which contained the knife, around her neck. "Let's get going," he whsipered in her ear. She shivered.

"Hey, no need to shiver around me. It's not me that you should be worried about," he said in her ear. He lead her out of the door and down the hallway. Once they were in the hallway she screamed till her lungs were sore. He squeezed her stomach very tightly. She gasped for air. "Shut up," he told her.

"Okay," she choked out. He pushed her down the hallway and to the stairs. He then pushed her up several flights of stairs then through the door and down another hallway. He came to a door at the end of the hallway which he stopped at. He pushed the door open. The room was huge. It expanded in all directions.

"Welcome to the penthouse," he told her. He threw her to the floor and locked the door securely.

"Where's everyone else?" she asked.

"Who knows?" he replied. "They could be anywhere by now. That is, if they can still move," he smirked. "Now get off the floor," he said.

"I don't have to listen to you," she replied, glaring at him.

"Actually sweet cheeks, you do," he replied. He walked over to her and sat down beside her on the floor. "See this?" he asked, showing her the knife. She nodded. "This can also tell you what to do." With that, she stood up. He stood up in front of her.

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

"I want you out of the way. Don't want you to get hurt. And I might need you for bait," he smiled. It was the only smile he had given.

"How long are you gonna make me stay here?" she asked, eyeing the door.

"As long as I want. You got wandering eyes," he told her. "Don't make me tie you up. I mean, I can let you have freedom in the big place! This whole floor is practically yours!" he told her.

"I don't want to be up here with you!" she yelled at him.

He laughed.

"I like you. You got spunk," he replied, laughing.

"I hate you!" she screamed.

"You are too judgemental. You don't even know me," he told her, smiling. "Hungry?" he asked her.

"No!" she yelled.

"I know you are. Your little face is all pale. Besides, I could feel your tummy growling," he told her.

"No," she told him again.

"Ya know, you're rude. I take you up here so you'll be safe and comfortable and you can't even say 'no thank you'. Tsk tsk. I'm shocked by your behavior!" he grinned.

"No thank you," she told him through clenched teeth.

"Much better!" he replied. "Well, you can atleast kepp me company while I eat. This way!" he said, walking off. Elaine's eyes darted to the door. She bolted over to it and tried to unlock it.

"What the...??" she thought to herself.

"Only I can unlock it," he told her. He was standing behind her.

"GOd you scared me!" she told him. She turned around to face him.

"Sorry," he smiled. "Don't try to leave, then I won't have to scare you." He walked away from her. When he realized she wasn't following him after a few steps he turned around. "Coming?" he asked. She walked over to him and followed him into another room. She gasped when she saw it. This room appeared to be bigger than the main one. It was furnished much like any regular living room.

"Come on," he told her, leading her through another door. This room wasn't as big as the other too, but still a very nice size. It was set up like a dining room. On the grand table there were about half a dozen covered trays. He sat down at the head of the table. Elaine stood beside him.

"Have a seat," he told her. She sat in the chair next to him. He opened one of the trays to reveal a wide selection of fruit.

"Where did you get this?" she asked him.

"I cleaned out the kitchen. Sure you ain't hungry?" he asked, waving a grape in front of her face.

"How do I know you didn't do something to it?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Now would I do something like that?" he asked.

"How do I know? I don't know you, remember?" she mocked.

"You're very entertaining. I like that about you," he told her. "I think it's time we get to know each other," he told her.

Elaine stood up quickly. He laughed.

"Not like that. I'm not going to do anything like that to you. Without your permission, that is," he smiled. She sat back down slowly.

"First off, my name's Jonathan. But don't call me that. Call me Jon," he told her. He popped the grape in his mouth. Elaine stared at the tray of fruit. She reached over and grabbed a grabe. She studied it for a minute then poped it in her mouth.

"Anyhting you want to know about me?" he asked her.

"Yeah, why the hell are you doing this?" she said in a harsh voice.

"Doing what?" he asked.

"Killing my friends."

"First, no one is actually dead. You can breathe now. Second, I can. Third, they aren't really your friends," he told her.

"What are you? A psychologist?" she asked.

"No. I'm just someone who knows the real truth. That's all," he said.

"You're so full of it," she told him.

"Elaine, you don't have to believe me. But before you do the deed with Taylor, I think there's somethings you should know about your 'so-called-friends'," Jon told her.

"How did you know my name?" she asked.

"I told you. I know quite a bit of information. Interested?" he asked.

"No," she replied.

"Okay. I'll tell you when you're ready. I just hope that you don't come across Taylor anytime soon. But he's not a big deal. It's Brooke you might wanna watch your back with," he said.

"Why am I listening to you?" she asked. "This is pathetic! You're trying to kill them and I'm actually listeing to this! What is worng with me?"

"Elaine, Brooke did it," Jon told her, sinking in his chair.

"Did what?" she asked.

"Killed my sister," he replied.