A/N: I think this chapter is bring,but whatever...if you haven read the rewritten verison of chapter 3,called Poison Game,then read it,so your not confused...

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I swallowed the contents of the jar- it was pretty much tasteless...I hoped it was water...

He looked at me and frowned, obviously

upset that I hadn’t keeled over dead

yet, and said, "I guess you got the water...." he seemed pretty upset about it,

but what I care, I wasn't dead!

"What about you?" I asked.

He looked down at

himself. "Well," he said, "I'm not dead yet, but

that doesn't mean a thing...

we'll shall have to see, won’t we?"

For a guy who could be dieing, he seemed

pretty happy. Maybe he’s just crazy. Yes. That

must be it.

He looked at me and said, “Well, it seems to be that your alive and I'm

alive and as Alina

is gone, and I need somebody to help

me keep this...

house in order, “at this he smirked-I winced-what the hell did that mean?, "SO! You'll

be the

person, you lucky bitch!"

He seemed to

think that I was actually be happy...

Well, I wasn't

dead-yet. This was going to be a

constant dance with death,

I thought.

He noticed I was lost in thought

and therefore ignoring him, which

He certainly didn't like, cause,

he screamed in my ear, "Tomorrow you find out how to handle this house!

Goodnight!" and then he left.