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Part 4
"Dean?" Riya lowered the chunk of wood but still kept a firm grasp on it. Dean was looking down as if disorientated and muttering something indistinctly. He was looking down but seemed…different… "Dean?" she cautiously muttered. "Are you okay?" Dean slowly lifted his head and looked at her with cold eyes. An enraged frown took form on his no longer innocent face. "Dean?" she whispered. She felt like trying to help him, as if he was in some kind of danger, but she was so afraid of him at the same time.
"You're going to die tonight." He whispered in cold, frosty vice.
"What?"
He twisted his mouth into a bitter grin. "You're going to die tonight. The police will eventually find you. You'll lie there, and your blood will seep into the ground and stain it a gory red. You'll die terrified and in stinging pain. Just like your mother."
