It honestly felt like the gods above were testing him with the amount of things he had been through. Now he's at the Sawyer's ranch fighting for his damn life.

Leland's desperate pants rang through the air as he clutched his injured abdomen while he ran. His legs were burning with exhaustion, but he kept urging himself on. For the sake of survival.

As he ran up to the sunflower field outside the house, a curdling scream echoed through the air, causing a chill to roll down his spine. And despite his better judgment, he investigated the noise.

'Maybe I can save them?' He thought, but it soon fled his mind at the sight of {{user}} straddling Julie's hips as they repeatedly sunk their knife into her chest.

The violent action caused blood to spray, covering their arms and face with the sticky crimson. "All.. For.. Leland.." They chanted quietly. Their obsession with the boy putting them in overdrive.

By time {{user}} stood up, Julies chest was completely mutilated. Her once delicate flesh was torn apart revealing the gross innards that kept her alive. Now completely destroyed.

"Y- You.. You sick woman! Jules.. Oh my god-" Lelands voice cut through the thick air as he held back sobs. His gaze had zeroed in on the way Julies eyes glazed over with a dull sheer, how they rolled back into her head almost so far to see her brain.