We walked down the hall from the bathroom together. Him, the tall, gentle giant and me, the tomboy who was dwarfed in size next to him. Impulsively, I took his hand. Like his other hand, it had been covered in blood just a few minutes ago. But we had scrubbed them long after the blood was visibly gone, until his hands threatened to bleed on their own.

“It’s okay,” I told him reassuringly. “You had to kill him.”

I stopped, causing him to pull up short in front of the bedroom in his parent’s vacation home he was using for the weekend. I turned to him. “Steve obviously was the one killing all of our other friends here. It was just him and us left after all the others were slaughtered. I know it wasn’t you. I’ve known you all my life, and you would never hurt anyone unless you had to.” I said that despite how quickly he had killed Steve a little bit ago. But he was only doing it because he thought it was best for us, right?

I lowered my eyes. “And it couldn’t have been me. When we heard Sarah scream from outside, I had just come out of the bathroom. We had told Sarah not to leave, but she wanted to try to make it to the boat and get off this island. Meanwhile, Steve was nowhere to be seen. It was just me and you. So it had to be Steve. We’ve already proven there is no one else on this island.”

I looked into his eyes then. “Steve also had been alone in the kitchen, and it was after that we noticed the knives were gone. Well, after Lisa was the first one to die, and we found the first knife in her. We know the knives were there after dinner, because we did the dishes together.” A half-hearted laugh escaped my lips, or was pushed out. “I washed while you dried. I’d always hated doing dishes or anything like chores at home. But it was nice to just spend some time with you after dinner.”

I sighed. “And let’s be honest. It was nice to get away from the others while they just sat around and did nothing or bitched about the lack of wireless or cell-phone coverage. I know we call them our friends, but they’ve always been awful to you, just like other people. They think you’re not all there mentally like your uncle was. You’d think they’d have been more grateful after you invited them all to this vacation house on this remote island your parents owned.”

I could still see something in his eyes. Shock. Disbelief. Or was it something else? I tried to reassure him.

“Look, I know it wasn’t easy to kill him,” I told him. “But you did it anyway. To save us. You stabbed him with the last of the matching set of kitchen knives. The one you found in Steve’s room when we searched it. He died quickly. He didn’t suffer, although maybe he should have.”

I raised his hand to my lips, kissing it gently. It didn’t taste like blood. Just soap. “There’s something you should know, though. I meant for this trip to be special. I… I have always loved you. It’s not easy for a tomboy like me to admit it, but I do. And this was going to be the weekend I told you about it. And that I did something about it.”

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I almost never come up with good story titles, so I default to the names of songs. There could also be more or better tags for this, but some of them might spoil the story. Should anyone want to record this, please feel free to rename and retag it as you see fit. I actually wrote this months ago, for a challenge here, but like a lot of my scripts it never made it to being posted. There's a fair chance I'll delete this in the morning when I'm more rational, because up-too-late me has less of a filter.

Despite there being a lot of murders that led up to the events in the story, the violence in the story is pretty minimal. If you missed the tags of [blood] and [knives] be aware there's both in this story, but I don't think it fits the concepts of knifeplay or bloodplay, but also hopefully won't be offensive to someone with a low tolerance for violence.

The teaser above is pretty long just because it made sense to include all of that. The story itself is a little under 2100 words, which for me is relatively brief. The lewdness is pretty low, with it basically being alluded to in one short paragraph.

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