Scott's legs go weak as he walks into the room. He can barely concentrate as the fear pumps through his veins. He looks around the room, and then hears Gia start to rant and shout at Alex. As she finishes, Alex speaks.

Alex: Are you quite finished bitch?

He then turns, without warning, and punches Scott full force in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground, slumped against the wall.

Alex: There. You mouth off....he suffers. Seems fair to me.

Scott sits conscious but groggy on the floor, blood covering his face.

Scott looks at Gia through the blood on his face...he knows it's all hopeless, as he can barely muster the strength to stand up. He pulls himself to his knees. From there, he tries to smile at Gia.

Scott: Gi Gi....run away....just run.

Scott tries to warn Gia, but it's too late. Alex grabs her by the hair and drags her too her feet, and the opposite side of the room. Scott fumbles in his pocket, and the handkerchief he had lifted earlier falls to the ground with a thud. He looks up but Alex doesn't notice.

Alex drags Gia to the other side of the room, and holds the blade to her throat. He turns his head slightly.

Alex: You see that scar on my head bitch?? You see it? You did that when you hit me with a rock! How do you think I feel to have to see that every day? Well now I'm gonna cut you to make it even....don't worry though...you won't have to see the scar ever.

He pushes the knife against Gia's throat and laughs.

Alex laughs at Gia.

Alex: A bitch right to the end huh? Say bye bye to that pathetic mess over there. He couldn't even look after you....how sad! You should have chosen more carefully Gia!

Scott hears Alex say how he couldn't even protect Gia..and feels a surge of anger at this comment. He looks at the handkerchief sitting idly in front of him, and pulls the edges, leaving the dull grey metal of a revolver sitting on the floor in front of him. He throws the handkerchief away and lifts the gun.

Scott raises his head to see a twitch in Alex's hand which is holding the knife. This is it...fight or flight. His brain clicks into action....autopilot even, and before Scott even knows what he's doing, he is careering across the room towards Alex, powered by nothing more than adrenaline alone.

As he reaches Alex and Gia, just in time, he raises the gun, and brings the cold steel handle down, burying it into the back of Alex's head, and sending a spray of blood across the wall in front of them. The force of the hit knocks the gun from his hand, and he looks up to see it sprawl across the floorboards. Alex drops his hand from Gia's neck, but doesn't fall to the floor. He grips the knife and turns to Scott....ignoring the blood pouring down his neck.

Scott falls back as Alex comes at him with the knife. He looks at his former bandmate, and knows that he is in the last few seconds of his own life now. He watches as Alex raises the cold steel blade.

However, just as he awaits the imminent death...Scott hears a pop from somewhere in the distance. A spray of warm blood covers Scott, and for a few seconds, Alex P stands there, still on his feet, despite the glaringly hideous exit wound which is situated in the centre of his forehead. Scott looks at Alex for a second, and then his body falls to the floor...the knife crashing down and bouncing away. A pool of blood runs out over the floor from the cranium of Alex P...

Scott looks over at Gia...speechless.

Scott's eyes move to Gia and he sees her there, gun in hand. Gia drops the gun and a horrible thudding noise fills the empty room. Scott looks at Alex lying right next to him, blood still pouring from his lifeless skull.

Scott looks back at Gia. He tries to speak, his entire body shaking.

Scott: Gia...

Scott stands up and grabs Gia by the shoulders, looking into her face. He is covered in Alex's blood....but she isn't.

Scott: Gia...listen to me....here, take my phone. Run away, now, as far as you can, and call the cops. Be anonymous, say you heard gunshots from here...I'll stay here and say I did it. It would make sense. You...just Gi Gi....please run. RUN AWAY! please....please Gia.

Scott shakes as Gia's words sink in to him. He dragged her into this...and now she won't run away. He nods feebly and starts pacing the room, frantically thinking of something. He then steps, right then, on a loose floorboard, which gives out an awful creaking sound. Scott's heart jumps and his stomach lurches. He kneels down, and pulls at the floorboard.

To his surprise, one, two then three floorboards come up, leaving a gap of about three feet in the floor. He looks into the gap...pure darkness...very deep. He looks up again.

Scott: Gia...

Scott grabs Alex's arm without hesitation, and starts to drag him across towards the gap. As he gets the corpse to the edge of the gap, Scott twists him a bit until he falls through the gap. He listens, and there's a couple of seconds of silence before a dull thud, reaffirming his notion that Alex's resting place is very deep.

Scott looks at Gia again, keeping his distance from her.

Scott: What now?

Scott nodded. He took of his dark jacket and then his blood spattered tshirt. He used the tshirt to wipe the blood from his face, and then stuffed it in his pocket. He wrapped the gun and threw it down beside Alex, before replacing the floorboards.

He looked at Gia and then walked outside, carefully closing the door.