Lance was as good as dead now. He was trapped in the corner of the kitchen cowering in fear as the killer slowly approached him with the blood drenched crowbar.Lance cried and dropped to his knees "Please stop this" he pleaded. " I can help you, I will do whatever you want Just please, John, don't kill me!". The Killer stooped over him, standing in his thick trenchcoat dripping with blood, he threw his weapon to the ground, Then turned and walked towards the door.
Astonished, lance could not move a muscle in his body. He knew something was wrong, It was as if he were playing a game of poker and the murderer was bluffing. The killer reached the exit and stopped. Lanced gazed with horror as the killer reached out and grabbed a butcher knife. "Why John...Why?" "First Mom, Then dad, now Me, Why!? Why Are you doing this!?". The Killer slowly turned and smirked. Covered in sweat and tears, Lance stood up and faced Him.
Swallowing his fear lance muttered "Do you remember Saratoga Beach? When you and I used to build sandcastles with our Father, and hunt for seaglass along the shore?". The killers eyes seemed to drift off to the memories of those wonderful days. Lance Saw the opportunity and Charged tackling The Killer to the ground. Lance hooked his face and strangled him, But the killer sunk the knife into Lance's Thigh and he let out an agonizing scream.
Getting to his feet, The Killer grabbed Lance and smashed his face into a range. Lance grabbed a cast-iron pan and smacked The Killer in the face, breaking his nose and lodging the bones into his brain. In astounding Pain The Killer dropped to the floor and died in a pool of his own blood.
Lance, Full of shame and sadness, Peered at the killer and said "It didn't have to end this way brother."