Matt felt numb. He'd never seen this side of Simon before tonight. The look in his eye as he attacked and the blood curdling snarls were sights that Matt was going to be seeing in his nightmares for weeks to come. It sent shivers down his back just thinking about it. There was nothing he could do but watch in horror as Simon ripped out Richardson's throat. God, the blood was everywhere - splattered on his clothes.

He was kicked out of his haze when Simon spoke and looked over at his parents. The expression on Cynthia and John's face mirrored his own but at least he'd had the privilege of knowing Simon's secret. Simon's parents hadn't had that luxury and it showed. He knelt down next to Cynthia, looking for signs of injury. Apart from a few bruises and marks from the zip-ties that bound her wrists, she seemed physically untouched.

"They're fine," he said, his voice hollow. "I'm just going to get a pair of scissors from the kitchen to cut the ties off."

He stood up and looked over at Simon. He was covered in blood but he couldn't will his legs to take him over to his best friend. He was afraid and that simple thought made him feel incredibly guilty. "Are you alright?"