Clinton froze for a few seconds staring at Sam with a stunned look, and his mouth agape; he slowly glanced around the room and his eyes met with Elena lying in a pool of blood beside the chair Emily was tied to, she also looked like she was dead.

“Emily too?” Clinton gasped, walking over to the scene, he couldn’t believe his eyes, what the fuck happened here? He thought.

“No, no; Emily’s probably fine, she passed out due to fear, I need to get her to the hospital, but I just needed to wait for you to come,” Sam looked at his unconscious fiancée, admiring her even though she looked lifeless.

Her red hair had covered most of her face, he sighed; if it wasn’t for Smith, he’d have been dead by now. He owed his life to him now, but it seemed what Smith’s first murder had traumatized him.

Clinton squatted beside Elena’s dead body, just like Sam, he didn’t like Elena but he never wished for her to die, seeing her in a pool of blood broke his heart, not exactly because of who she was, but