It certainly was a good night for Oscar. He was dancing in the bright starlight with Samantha in his fantastical dream. Their eyes met. Their faces touched. But what was that iron flavor on Oscar's tongue.
Oscar looked up at her. Blood! The red liquid poured down from her lips and onto her beautiful white dress. She was about to collapse. Oscar held her shoulders. He saw a stab mark on her stomach.
Who did this? Oscar thought.
Then he looked up and his eyes filled with both hatred and horror.
Abdullah stood in front of him holding a machete. His best friend's eyes were literally hollow. There were no eyes in his sockets. And Samantha's blood dripped from the tip of the machete onto the ground.
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