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Addison woke up just as Aaron was hooking the police to the bedpost. Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip in pain from the sight.
She was tied up, he was tying up the police.
Dear god.
He fooled the law. Not hard, but seriously?

She pretended to be passed out again as he left. The copy cat was out, the police were long gone, and her head was pounding. She had a small cut, but nothing deadly.

She was rubbing her wrists together, trying to loosen the rope around her wrists. Which, was sort of working. But the knot was pretty legit.

Addison had to fake being passed out again as Aaron came back, there was salt under her nose and she couldn't ignore it. She wiggled her nose and looked up to see Aaron holding a knife. "Aaron..Aaron..what are you doing?" Her voice was weak, her eyes glossy.

Her head hurt soo bad!

Everyone was starting to come to. Addie was breathing heavy, trying not to cry. But her head was throbbing so damn hard! She could hear what sounded like her heart beating in her ears.

The stupid copy cat was literally staring into his own death and he was freaking smiling. The kid was adoring her boyfriend. Ya know, the same one that was going to kill them ******** you all shut the ******** up!" Thats when the wine poured onto the copy cat and Aaron set him ******** eyes went wide as he lit up, screaming bloody murder.
Literally.

"Dammit Aaron. Let me ******** go!" She screamed. "
Are you ******** out of your ******** mind!" Stupid question, he just killed someone. Burned someone to death.

"Let me go! I don't care what happens to you anymore. Rot in hell for all I care. I don't love you." She was done being nice.
And though, she was mostly lying, she didn't know what else to do.

The copy cat fell silent.
Addison closed her eyes for a moment, and when she reopened them, Aaron was standing infront of her, knife in hand. Her breath hitched and she swallowed hard.

"Dammit Aaron. Just let me ******** go." He obviously didn't care what she had to say, he obviously didn't care about her at all.

When he turned away from her, she began rubbing her wrists together furiously again, they were almost lose enough for her to slip them through. Then she just had her ankles and stomach to untie and she could easily escape out the window.

Or not really, easily, but she would jump and break a leg if she had to. She was surviving this.

Addison had her wrists through the loop and the rope was now in her hands. She was still acting as though she was tied up, for the time being though.

"I.." Her head drooped forward and she sighed. God ******** ********! How was she supposed to get out of this? He was right- right? She'd probably nearly die, only to not be able to run and he'd just end up killing her anyway.

Either way- The ending seemed to be death.

But the dumb a** officer was now acknowleding the fact that they found their killer, and now he was going to be killed. Just as Addie looked up the officer was being stabbed in the chest. She couldn't hold it in this time, she threw up all over the floor.

Addison was crying now, crying her eyes out. Again.
She couldn't hold it in. Aaron, Jack, whoever the hell he was, was a crazed killer. And she was watching everyone in the room be murdered, to what? Be murdered herself?

"What are you going to do to me?" She looked up, her eyes shining with tears.

Addison's wrists were free, the rope had fallen to the floor without a sound- Thankfully. Her ankles were lose enough and Aaron was standing right in front of her.

But this wasn't the Aaron she knew. No, this was Jack. The Jacko Killer. He wasn't even someone she knew anymore.

"You're really going to kill me?" She leaned forward a bit, her chest revealing itself slightly. But it wouldn't make a difference, not to this guy.

"After everything we had, you're just going to kill me?"

Addie had no clue how to react. She was shaking again, trying ot keep herself calm, but she just couldn't. His favorite number? What the hell was he talking about? She was trying to remember, but her head was thunking against her skull.

Favorite number..favorite number..
She shook her head, trying to think still as he moved the bodies around. She didn't know what he was doing, and she didn't really care enough. Favorite number. It meant something.

It hit her when he pulled out his phone, right before he said the number.
Thirteen.
His eyes were locked onto hers. "You just..reported yourself?" Addison didn't understand. "But that means you're gonna go to jail Aaron! Jail!" She jumped up, cocking her head to the side right before tripping, and barely catching herself.

"Aaron, I don't underst--" But she did.
He'd never hurt her.
He killed thirteen people, it was his goal and now it was accomplished, over and done with.

"They're gonna take you away..forever." Addie watched as the cops pulled up to her house and busted inside, she could hear them trampling up the stairs and her lips quivered.

"Goodbye Aaron, and good ridance." Her voice shook, but her eyes never left Aarons. The cops came into the room, hit with a wave of shock. "Take him." Addison felt sick to her stomach, she wanted to throw up, but instead she turned her back, fell onto the trunk by her window, and cried.

It was over.
It was all over.