7:42am
Peter woke that morning with his left eye seeing in red. He blinked and rubbed his eye, but when he brought his hand away from his face, he whimpered and passed out. 
Matt woke thirty minutes later with a dull ache in his shoulder. He sat up, and the pain grew sharper and more intense. Looking down, he saw the deep gash on his right shoulder. It was about three inches long and was bleeding heavily. The sight of the blood unnerved him a bit, made him a bit noxious. He stood up shakily and went to open the window blinds. The light streamed into the room, and he noticed the blood on the floor.
Peter was slashed on both his wrists and still bleeding, Anton had small cuts on his neck, but nothing too serious. Lindsay wasn't cut at all. She still lay asleep on the floor, far enough from Peter not to be lying in his blood.
Matt went over to Anton and shook him awake. Anton stirred lightly, but eventually woke and stood up. He was appalled by the blood on the floor and the cuts on Matt, Peter and himself. He woke Peter up and tended to his slashed wrists first before Peter had a chance to bleed to death.
When everyone was awake and tended to, they had breakfast and discussed what had happened during the night.
"You didn't lock the door last night, did you, Matt?" Anton asked, his voice a bit scratchy from being cut.
"Yeah, I did." Matt hissed in pain and put his hand left hand on his cut. "Owww..."
"You're sure?"
Matt knew he was probably trying to get him to talk; Anton knew it hurt him.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Peter looked up from the bandages on his wrists. "So who do you think could have done this? I mean, other than the obvious."
"And why didn't they, or he, or she, go after me? And why hurt Peter the most?" Lindsay inquired.
Peter, who was still sitting beside her, looked into her eyes; this time he was trying to see what she was thinking.
"Hey, I got cut up pretty bad, too. What, you don't think this hurts?" Matt seemed somewhat jealous of Peter suddenly getting all the attention.
Anton glared at Matt suggestively.
"Maybe Derby gave someone else a copy of the key to the apartment," Peter said, rubbing his bandages.
Lindsay couldn't help but think it was Connor who had done this, but her heart told her it couldn't be true. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind and ignored it.
"I don't know about you guys, but I think we should do something other than just sitting around here."
"I think that's a good idea." Matt stood up. "I think we should try to find Derby and convince her to let us go home."
Everybody stood up went to the door. They left the apartment, nearly forgetting the black bag. They all prepared for a long day of walking.
"Alright, so what happens now?" Connor and Derby were at another meeting, in a restaurant this time, and were discussing their plan of action.
"Now, we wait. I know Jillian is going to show up eventually. She should be coming soon." Derby seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"How do you know? Maybe she won't come."
"She'll come. I know- I've been planning this for the last two years. Don't think I don't know what I'm doing."
"Yeah, yeah. So should I go with Lindsay tonight and see what she has to say?"
"Yeah, keep the plans. I don't think anyone knows she called you last night. But what was that with going to the apartment? I told you not to leave."
"I... had to take care of something. Just to make it look more convincing."
"You didn't touch them, did you?"
"Well... not really..."
"What did you do?"
Connor looked Derby in the eye and smiled. She didn't smile back.
"Oh, you stupid bastard! Shit Doyle, you keep screwing everything up! Now they're going to suspect me, and it's going screw up the whole thing! I knew I should have never trusted you."
"Hey, I came to you, remember? You couldn't do this without me! They still think I'm Connor Doyle, the guy who got blown up in a building three years ago!"
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's go." Derby left the table they were sitting at, throwing three bills on the table. She and Doyle left the restaurant and went their separate ways.
"Hey Derby!" Matt called after the girl when he spotted her down the street.
"What do you want?" she called back, not even bothering to turn around. She kept walking away from the four following her, and they had to jog to catch up.
"Do you know who did this?" Matt asked, stepping in front of her along with Peter and Anton, who had visible bandages.
"Oh my God, what happened to you guys? Did some big bad monster come and get you in the night?" Jill feigned concern and mocked them all at the same time with ease.
"Ha ha. If you're going to be such a bitch, you could at least stop making fun of us."
"Then technically, I wouldn't be being a bitch, would I?"
"Sure you would. You still wouldn't let us go home, would you?"
"True." Jill stepped around Matt and started walking down the street. "So what do you want?" she called back over her shoulder again.
"Did you give anyone a copy of the key to your apartment?" Matt called after her.
"Seriously, do you think I would tell you?" Jill stepped around the corner and disappeared.
"SHIT!" Peter yelled and kicked a mailbox.
Anton, Matt and Lindsay looked at him, surprised and concerned. Peter eventually cooled off and went back with the others.
"So what do we do now?" Lindsay asked. She couldn't stop thinking about her 'date' with Connor and wondering what it was going to be like.
"I don't know," Matt replied.
"You're supposed to know..." Peter started.
"Hey Pete, why don't you see if you can find anything useful to us- equipment or something."
"Yeah, sure." Peter left the group, muttering something under his breath that no one heard.
"Everyone back tot he apartment. We have to talk." |
