'Put down the knife, Dave. This is stupid.'
Billy Roberts stared across the now empty gym floor at his friend, currently standing by the wall, a sheen of sweat giving his face an unearthly glow under the lights, his eyes wide and piercing as he stared back at Billy while waving the old looking, ornamental dagger in his hand.
'Dave's gone, Billy.' He whispered, licking his lips and giggling as he spoke. 'He opened the box. He found the dagger. The dagger of the fallen.' He paused, staring at his one time friend.
'You knew it was there, didn't you?' He chuckled. 'All that time and you never told him.'
Billy sighed. The week had started so easily...