"Amelia," Simon started weakly, "Do as he says... You've got to save Darcie," he coughed, "I'll be fine, I'm tougher than this little bullet,"
As Simon finished, Dan finally reached me and pressed the gun to my forehead. He looked at me with twisted humor; he always gets excited about things like this, it was like he was riding a rollercoaster and the adrenaline was a welcomed rush.
"Get back over there Jones," he said coldly, "or you'll end up like your friend here,"
As I felt Simon's lukewarm blood still running down my fingers, I had no choice but to get up and do as Dan ordered. I looked over at Darcie who was crying profusely now looking at Simon clinging to life on the floor, breaking my heart even more. I looked at her, hoping she felt my empathy for her as I got up and started
