Despite being scared shitless, Delilah laughed out loud. It was a nervous laugh though, but a laugh nonetheless. [color=ec008c]"No one is going to die."[/color] She felt terrible for saying rhat, because chances were, someone would. With another sigh, she turned and reached for the handle, pulling the door...

It didn't budge. Delilah pulled again. Still, nothing. Her eyes widened a bit and she put both hands on it, pulling and yanking over and over again. The doors moved, by never opened. Then she noticed a sound on the other side. A jingling sound. [color=ec008c]"No. No, no, No! No! You fucking bastard!" [/color] Delilah yanked on the doors Again before hitting them in anger and throwing her back against them. She sunk to the floor and felt tears burn her eyes.[color=ec008c]"He chained them. He chained the fucking doors shut."[/color] She said as she dropped her knife beside her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her elbows on them, her palms on her forehead. 

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He could hear the boy talking, calling out to him. Trying to get him to come out. He took his knife and slowly dragged the tip of it down the lockers he was up against. The sound, like nails on a chalkboard, didnt bother him much. In fact, his smile widened. When he stopped, he finally stepped out, head tilted as he stared the boy down. Aha. He had been searching for something. The slasher took his free hand and Pointe to himself, as if asking the boy if it was him who he was talking to. Like there was anyone else he could be. He was just fucking with him. Playing with him. 

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