[ WP ] You wake up to find yourself in a poorly lit room with several other people . A voice in your head tells you `` you are the murderer '' .

My hands trembled for a moment as I gasped, my breath returning to me. The cold air seeped into my lungs, chilling me to the core. I stayed there for a moment- Lying on the ground, gasping for breath in the frigid air, my heart racing. For that one, blissful moment, there were no thoughts in my head. The adrenaline ensured that. By whatever Gods may be, I wish to return to that moment, to live in the serenity of my fear forevermore. 
 
 Of course, it was not to be. My breathing eventually slowed, and I began to feel the sensations of the world around me. The skin of my arms laid bare against the rough concrete beneath me, but undamaged. Hesitantly, I leaned forward, one hand instinctively going to my forehead, where an aching pain began to resonate. At the time, I ignored it. It was a side effect of whatever had brought me there. I bumped my head on something. I could think of ten million rational explanations, but I know the truth now. 
 
 As I leaned forward, I glanced around. The room was dark enough so that I could not fully see the walls, but I could see enough to know that it was just that- A room. The walls and ceiling were made of the same concrete beneath me, and what little light was in the room emanated from a single bulb in the middle. More importantly, I realized I was not the only person in the room. There were four others. I grunted as I pulled myself up on the wall nearest to me. 
 
 I realized, looking around at the others, that I was the first one awake. Less than a second later, my hands began to tremble once more, and the cacophony of agony redoubled in my mind once more. I gasped in pain, collapsing to my knees as I heard a strange scraping sound. I looked upwards, half in confusion and half to distract myself from the torture in my head, and I saw a small hole open in the roof just in front of me. Out of it, a small knife slid out. 
 
 As the blade fell to the ground, time seemed to slow. In that instant, I saw every facet of the blade, every groove in its side. I saw the way the light glinted off of its right side more than its left, and I saw what the perfect way to hold it would be. I saw the most efficient way to slit a man's throat. 
 
 As the knife clattered to the ground ahead of me, my hand jutted out, my instincts acting of their own accord, and gripped the blade. My morbid thoughts were pushed from my mind as I hid the knife in my pocket and heard a groan from one of the others in the room. I froze, unsure of what to do, simply staring at them, confused. 
 
 She awoke slowly, but far quicker than I did, as though she was used to the feeling. She glanced around to observe her environment with a cold, almost detached expression. This vanished the instant she noticed I was awake, replaced by a warm, if confused, smile. It was too late, though- I knew that whatever was going on, she held the answers... And I knew I would have to get them fast. My hand fumbled a bit with the knife in my pocket. It felt warm to the touch, and my breath quickened slightly. I threw any thought of it from my head and focused on the situation at hand. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I asked, my voice cracked and weak, as though it had not been used in a very long time. I coughed, clearing my throat. 
 
 `` I...'' She frowned for a moment. `` I am...'' Her calm eyes suddenly filled with panic as she stared into mine. Her fear was contagious, as I began to think about my own past. 
 
 I did n't have one. There were no memories in my mind of a time before the room, yet I knew I must have one. How else would I know what a knife was? How else would I know how to use one? I shook my head, gulping nervously. `` I do n't remember either.'' I confirmed to her. 
 
 Our conversation was cut off by a third person waking up. He was much larger than the two of us, his pale skin covered in scars and strange, faded tattoos. He growled. `` Not this shit again.'' He scowled as he looked around the room. Noting the confusion of the strange woman and myself, he shook his head. `` I've been through this before. When the others wake up, I'll explain it- I do n't want to have to do it twice. In the meantime, which of you woke up first?'' 
 
 I hesitantly raise my hand, confused. `` Er, I did.'' 
 
 He nodded. `` Alright. It'll help for us each to have something to call each other. The way we did it back in my last situation was using the NATO phonetic alphabet.'' He glanced at us expectantly, simply sighing ( again ) when we stared at him, and then each other, with expressions of obvious confusion on our faces. `` The NATO phonetic alphabet is a pseudo-military way to say the alphabet. For A, you say Alpha. B, Bravo. C, Charlie, etcetera.'' He began with contempt. `` The first person to wake up is Alpha, second is Bravo, and so on. Makes sense?'' 
 
 The woman cocked her head slightly. `` Why not just use numbers?'' 
 
 He raised an eyebrow. `` Really? You want to be the girl with the name'Number 2'?'' She rolled her eyes, but he continued. `` I'm serious, lady. People wo n't take this thing seriously if you use stupid names.'' 
 
 `` Speaking of this thing...'' I motion awkwardly to the room around us. `` Where the hell are we, exactly?'' 
 
 `` I'd like to know the same thing, actually.'' Another man woke up, his soft, vaguely British accent a hard transition from the first man's militarily efficient precision. 
 
 `` I'm Charlie.'' The first man nodded towards him. `` These are Alpha and Bravo.'' He motioned to each of us in turn, and I shrugged, accepting it. Bravo seemed to want to argue for a moment, but ultimately relented. `` You do n't remember your name or past. To save time, your temporary name is Delta.'' 
 
 Delta paused, staring up at Charlie. `` Uh...'' 
 
 Charlie rolled his eyes. `` Alright, who's left? Where's Echo?'' He rose, walking over towards the last person as the Bravo, Delta, and I appraised each other. `` What... What the Hell?'' Charlie's voice, previously unwavering, was almost frightened, and he was visibly shaken. 
 
 All of our eyes turned towards Echo, the last person to awaken. She yawned slightly, as though it had been a more pleasant sleep. She stretched, her outstretched arms revealing that she was not a woman- No, she was a mere child. She could not be older than twelve. Echo yawned. `` Where am I?'' She asked aloud, almost with wonder, looking up at each of us with perfectly trusting eyes. 
 
 The metal in my pocket felt almost as if it were burning in my pocket, and the drumbeat in my head was agonizing. 
 
 Charlie breathed for a moment, calming down. `` Ok. Look, kid, I'll explain what's going on. The rest of you, meet me in that corner.'' He pointed opposite Echo. 
 
 We glanced at each other and followed the orders of our apparent de facto leader. He began whispering to Echo, with the occasional glance in our direction. Echo became increasingly pale, fear filling her eyes as she stared at all of us with dread. She nodded fervently, and he left her behind, joining us. 
 
 `` Someone in this room is a psychopathic killer.'' He began. Well, that's certainly a way to start a speech. My brow furrowed, the weight at my side growing heavier by the second `` They will have no remorse over killing you, and they will use your death simply as a waystation to more murder.'' He looked at each of us in turn, gauging our reactions. `` They use a small knife, about this long.'' He held his hands aloft, almost perfectly estimating the length of my blade. `` They instinctively know the quickest way to kill someone, and can generally accomplish it in one stroke, anywhere on the body. The one reason they have to *not* kill us all here and now...'' He reached into his own pocket. We all tensed for a moment as the glint of metal revealed a six shot revolver in his hand. `` Is me. Now, I would like to note that it is perfectly possible for the little girl to be the killer- I very much doubt it, though. That leaves the three of you.'' He nodded, backing away slowly. `` I leave it to you to discuss.'' 
 
 The three of us stared at each other, then back at Charlie. I breathed in, my hand slipping instinctively to my pocket. The others did not notice my heartbeat quicken, did not notice me shift my weight to my other leg anxiously. They could not hear the steady beating of the ever louder drum in my head, screaming at me to release the pressure, to do what I was meant to do, to feel the warm blood flow across my skin. 
 
 I breathed in again. I was shaking in my boots. The others' conversation slowly stopped as they began looking at me... 
 
 And I began to laugh. Slowly, at first, then loudly, almost a shriek, and finally almost a guttural growl. The knife in my pocket was in my hand in an instant. I want to say that I blacked out- That I was n't aware of what I was doing. I'd be lying, though. I felt every moment as my blade pierced Delta's neck as I tackled him to the ground. I felt the blood splatter all over my already crimson shirt. I felt the pressure of his corpse as I rolled under it and the kick of the bullet piercing it. It did not stop the bullet, of course. With a bullet lodged in my non-dominant hand, I did not hesitate for a moment to throw Delta's corpse across the room with unnatural strength into Charlie. I bounded after it. I could feel the bloodlust rising within me, and again that chaotic scream of laughter and agony that began my crusade of death escaped my throat. As Charlie desperately attempted to reload the gun, I struck the knife across his eye. His screams were silenced a moment later when I shoved the knife into the back of his throat. 
 
 I let his corpse drop, and with the exception of the clatter of the gun and a single bullet, all was silent. 
 
 I turned on Bravo. `` You- You know why I'm here. How I'm here. What is here? What am I?'' My questions came out in an avalanche of words. She did not answer, her eyes darting to the gun behind me and the knife in my hands. I growled. `` Answer me!'' I suddenly screamed, darting forward and holding the knife against her throat menacingly. `` Answer my questions or I kill you now!''
