I hide in the closet, not daring to make a sound. "Are you kidding me? Nothing gets past my bow!" I hear, the distinct sound of two arrows being nocked and fired as the madman continues his killing spree. I cling onto the hope that my friends survived, but I know better. His arrows always find their mark.

I hear his voice again, "I am Quincy, son of Quincy.", but this time it is a little bit closer, my heart begins racing as I hear his footsteps getting louder. "has he found me?" I wonder, shaking in fear. As the handle on the door turns, I am ready to accept my fate, but then I hear the voice of my best friend ring out "Step away from the door!" but it was too late, "You can all have some!" shouts the man, I hear the sound of a bowstring being drawn taunt, and I cover my ears as to not hear the blood curdling scream my friend lets out. This monster is unfeeling, he ensures his shots never kill instantly and lets the blood loss do the rest. I have unleashed this creature upon the world and now I must pay the price. I curl into a ball and cry tears of despair, I hate Quincy, son of Quincy...