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Alistair roared, pushing away October. She used that as an opportunity to run out of the room and down a random hallway. She tripped several times, but got up running to get away from what was to come.

She could hear him shouting her name, and swore she felt the place shake, but she kept running. She bumped into a female that was carrying a mop and bucket, but of them tumbled to the ground.

"I'm sorry." October scrambled to her feet, then ran off again.

She soon stopped to catch her breath, leaning against a wall, then a fit of laughter found its way out of her mouth. She never enjoyed hurting anyone before, but she had to admit that what she just did felt good, Alistair seemed to bring out the worst in her.

October stop laughing when she saw Alistair right there before her. He had a murderous look on his face as he stared at her with red eyes.

"Alistair." She let out, noticing that the fork was still lodged in his neck.

"October," he said.

"I'm--''

Alistair raised a hand, cutting Oct