"...All of us. We were all targets. Victims. Scapegoats. Excuses. All of us. No matter how you placed, no matter how the cycle presented itself, you were always in danger. The press tried to keep our minds off of the murders, tried to keep us distracted with stupid menial headlines, seemingly ignoring the fact that there was someone out there, murdering by the dozens daily. That blissful ignorance. They tried to keep our little town from springing into mindless panic. But who says that hasn't happened anyway? Even now friends and family turn against one another in hopes to catch this faceless killer, one group of people even bypassing the judicial system altogether. A group I can...guiltily admit to be once a part of. They were...We were going around, dishing out our own form of "capital punishment"...with fucking lynches. It was barbaric, to say the least. Why didn't we know that we were leading ourselves to our own demise? With every senseless death, dished out by either the killer, or us, the town nears extinction. I've been a part of this group for 41 whole cycles, and no matter how differently the variables are played, the solution was always the same."
"..."
"...It was just...amazing how we were just able to lie to each other's faces...put up some sort of fake smile for a conversation, and then turn around and throw the blame on one another when the time came for it. And now, all the blame is being thrown in my direction. I've seen quite clearly past those empty grins...Even now, as I babble on into this recorder, holed up in my attic...I know they're coming for me."
"..."
"...And it just...sucks, y'know? These people...they were..."
*breath stifles, voice cracks*
"They were my friends. I...I never wished death upon any of them...and this is my thanks...?"
"..."
"...It's not fair...it's not fair goddammit!"
*heavy stifled breaths, quiet sobbing*
"...I didn't do anything...this shouldn't be happening..."
"..."
*stifled breaths, low distant banging*
"No...no, I'm not ready!"
*bang, Bang, BANG!*
"Oh God-!"
"THERE HE IS! IN THE CORNER!"
"No! Get a-WAY from me!"
*heavy shuffling, BA-DUMP, sounds of a struggle*
"Stop! Get...off of me...!"
"Hold 'im down. HOLD HIM DOWN!"
"Grab his legs! Bind him!"
"No! Please! I didn't kill anybody! Not Element, not Midknight-"
*Slam! Splak!*
"AGH!"
"Don't you say their names. Don't you DARE say their name, do you hear me?!"
*Slap! Slam! Splik!*
"Ahh..I-I'm...not the killer...oh God...please believe me-"
"SHUT Him UP! I don't want to hear his voice, or his lies!"
"You're gonna pay for what you did boy. You thought you could hide amongst us for long?"
"Get 'im out of here! Drag him down the stairs."
*sssssch...sssssch...ssssch, thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
"..."
"..."
"..."
*click*