• No! It can't end like this!" Kim cried. "Yes, Kim. I believe it can end like this, but you should know this: I never in my life, loved you. Why I went out with you, I don't know. But now, I only want your blood, plus you're next on my little list here. You'll be about the 100th person to die by my hand, Kim." Blake smirked. "You are a sick man, Blake! A sick man!" Kim said, backing up to the stove behind her. "I'm not sick, Kim, I'm just a psycho. That's all." Blake said, eyeing her every move, then looked over to the counter where his Magnum 44 lied. He snatched it and walked closer and closer to Kim. He knelt down. "Got any last words?" He asked. "Go to hell!" Kim hissed. "You'll be arrested if the police ever find out about this, then you'll be–" Blake laughed like a madman. "Oh please. Give me a damn break. I've killed over 90 people, and they still haven't found out about it. I'm innocent right now, Kim. So tell me how I'm going to be the one to go to jail?" He said, pointing the gun at Kim's head. Kim screamed, and Blake pulled the trigger. "I love you Kim, and that will never change," He said as he walked away, becoming a new serial killer.