Jessica shrieked and jumped up from the computer, knocking her chair to the floor. Blood was gushing from Seth's mouth, his face, even as he struggled to hold the crimson liquid inside.<br/><br/>"What can I do? What can I do?" she asked as she flapped ineffectually around the chair. The blood spattered her clothes while her shoes made scarlet footprints on the tile.<br/><br/>Finally, the blood stopped and Seth sat up, blinking, staring at his hands and the seeming ocean of blood that surrounded him.<br/><br/>"Can a person lose this much blood and live?" Jessica asked, bewildered and wide eyed.<br/><br/>Seth coughed and sat up, gingerly flinging his fingers to wipe away the gooey mess.<br/>"Oh my god," he whispered. "I don't know what happened. Did you put something in my drink?" he asked her. "What did you do to me? I knew I should never have come here. Alex is evil and devious. I don't know why I thought I could trust you. I am as I have always thought, alone in this struggle. At least the Slenderman didn't try to kill me like this. At least I know what he is. Who are you people?"