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A Devil’s Touch

0600 hrs 37 min and 56 sec
PRESENT DAY

The dust settled and all I could see were the people who were always there for me, the people who picked me back up whenever I was down. There was one thing missing from their faces: Life. Their broken bodies were scattered here and there but nonetheless they were not moving. A blood curling scream erupted from my mouth but no one else was there to listen to it except me. I had caused this; I had claimed the lives of all my friends. I knew that they were not going to come back or talk to me or go for a movie with me. I just knew that this was the end. But still even in my denial I could make out the voice in my head saying...”They brought this on themselves, don’t torture yourself for it”. I wanted to crawl into a hole and rot in there for all eternity, but no matter how far I ran I realized that what had happened could never ever be changed. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I could only see an ashen, terrified face covered tears. It all began like this….
6 hrs 38 min and 3 sec
BACK
I was running shirtless with my hands flailing above me screaming Whoooo!! I had lost my mind (yes I was drunk) and had no clue what was going around me. All I knew that I was having fun and I didn’t care what would happen. I heard laughter around me but one laugh caught my attention and in a second I knew that this night was going to be a blast. “I have an amazing girl-friend, what could go wrong?!” I said. What I didn’t know that in exactly 1 hr and 22 min everything was about to turn around.
TIME PASSES
I knew I shouldn’t have taken that dumb pill. I’ve heard what it does to people but what could I do? Peer Pressure. I don’t remember what happened after that but all I could make out from the surroundings was that people were running around and some guy was brandishing a Swiss Army Knife. Maybe he was cuckoo like I was but at least I wasn’t going around trying to kill people. I tried to look for a liquid that was going to bring me back to my sense (water). I found a bottle and poured it over myself. Now I could see things in front of me a bit more clearly, Yay!
I tried to look for Liz (yes she is my girl-friend) but she was nowhere to be found. I figured she must be hiding somewhere since she didn’t want to be the next victim of a fool who was just too crazy. I still didn’t understand why I had to step up to that guy. Maybe I just wanted popularity (not that I already did) or it was sheer stupidity. The fight practically lasted 2 min. Since his first jab almost killed me, I figured I had to guard myself a little better. We circled each other like prowling animals that were obviously looking to kill. “Damn that pill” I kept saying over and over again in my head, because I knew that the battle would favor me…if I hadn’t taken that PILL!!
Ok. I thought I would make the first move which was a dumb idea as he had the knife. I lunged for his legs which weren’t guarded but unfortunately he swung it forward. CRUNCH. His foot slammed into my nose and broke it in to 3 places. The last thing I saw was the hilt of the knife being swung in a round-house manner and then it was lights out for me. The only thing I knew was that I would be waking up with a nasty bruise on the side of my head.

I looked at my watch and I think it showed that it was 2:48:55. A quick mathematical calculation brought me to a conclusion that I had been out for almost an hour. Pain seared through my brain and in an instant my hand zapped to the left side of my round head. A bump the size of a jelly burger had protruded. I could taste dry blood but none of that mattered as I was the only one on the beach. I scouted around for a few minutes until I traced a blood path back to its owner who was sitting with his head between his legs in the middle of a ruined house. As soon as he saw me, he jumped to his feet and shouted “You did this!” I had no idea what he was talking about but I could make out swiss…..pocket….drugs….gave….you…..hosted. I put together what he kind of told me and I was horrified what my english-putting-together skills ended up with. I looked back up and he was gone. I wanted to yell but what was the point what had been done had been done. I heard a scream and in a flash I was running towards that direction. I knew not where I was going but I hoped it was in the right direction. My nose tingled and I knew that this was the right way; why else would smoke be hovering over the trees? A burning hut came into my view and I knew that this job wasn’t going to be easy. A guy was running away but that was the least of my concerns, another scream caught my attention and this was a girls. I just hoped it wasn’t Liz. But when do our wishes come true. She was trapped behind a huge burning log with another girl who was bleeding profusely. I raced to their aid trying to prove that I wasn’t a coward and nearly got killed in the process. The debris collapsed right in front of me but I had enough time to dive forward and ram the log with my shoulder. We did get out in time (just before the house came down). Two of us were alive, the other girl well never- mind. That image of a person running around covered in flames wasn’t a memorable one. But I knew that this was just the beginning of the many more events yet to come.
0400 hrs 26 min and 11 sec
I realized that whatever had happened so far; peer pressure, obsession, fear, heroism and drunkenness had played a major role in the occurrence of all the events which had taken place. 3 hours had passed since the party started and I had no clue what had happened. From what I had faced, I realized that I had messed up pretty bad and now there was a killer on the loose. I told Liz to go and hide under the shade of a huge palm tree. Wasn’t much of a hiding place but it still served the purpose? I went out to track the psycho who had gone crazy with my knife. I found track marks which were stained with blood so I knew that he had been wounded somehow. So I decided I would just keep following those marks. I did find him, but I could tell that he didn’t want to be found.
He screamed and rushed at me screaming “Die!” I acted like an idiot and started running away from him like I was a little boy scared of a beast. We came to a clearing which was the birth place of the hell which had broken loose. I figured that this was the final battle yet to occur, but I was wrong (will be explained later). Then the conversation began. He was finally sober; like me, but I still could smell his disgusting stinky breath. “You caused this!” He yelled. “Only if you had not hosted this party all of us would have lived!” Confused I yelled back “What the hell are you talking about? I tried to grab more information from him but I found out the answer myself. It had all started right before the party. I brought a crate full of drinks which said “I dare you” on the front. What I did not know was that my girl-friend had stashed a big bottle of pills on the under-side of the crate. Jealousy. This was what had caused everything so far. And I had to pay for Liz’s jealousy. She was jealous that I was so popular that she wanted to make the party a huge success so that she can share the fame along with me.
0500 hrs 1 min and 11 sec
Before I knew I was the only one standing. I guess that the guy in front of me wouldn’t wake up since he had a knife sticking out of his head. He told me that he couldn’t live with what he had done. He wanted to kill me but there was no point since the damage had been done. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t blame my slowness as he just closed his eyes and just stuck the knife in. I clutched my head in disgust and awe because I never thought anyone had the guts to do something like that. There were bodies littered everywhere and I didn’t know what to do. “Liz!!!” I shouted but it was hopeless because I heard no response. I think an hour passed or so. I just stared out into the sea with only one thought playing over and over in my mind. Why?!
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I could only see an ashen, terrified face covered tears. I wanted to destroy her in anyway as possible but what good what it do? Tears flooded down my cheeks but no sound broke from my mouth. I fell to my knees and looked around me; Jack, Emily, Drake, Jane, and 20 more were littered around me. It was the morning but it was the end for me because I didn’t know what to do. Should I run or should I face it? I just didn’t know what to do. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them…….
I was the only one left

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