As their blood fell around him in a visceral shower, he smiled and thanked them for their gift. Among the dying heartbeats he'd be practically invisible, able to just walk out of the auditorium and onto the main deck while the creatures stalking the lower decks went into a feeding frenzy behind him.
He'd be able to reach the lifeboats with all the supplies they'd been risking their lives to gather over the past few days and he'd be able to sail to the port, warn the town and be a hero. All he had to do was make it past the first wave of bloodthirsty creatures and he'd be home free.
Sure he'd have to live with the knowledge that he'd successfully manipulated thirty people into tying themselves up and then allowing themselves to be slowly raised up while he turned off the lights and slit their all throats, but at least he'd be alive.
The only survivor of a tragic oceanic murder mystery.
He might even write a book.
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