"Peter, what's happening?" Lindsay asked, turning away from him and looking back towards the main room.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling you didn't quite kill Connor..." he replied, turning as well. "Come on, we have to find a way off this thing." Peter took his hand off Lindsay's shoulder and raced towards the front of the boat. He tried the door to the main room, but it was locked.
"We have to get in! We have to kill him!" Lindsay wasn't as timid anymore, and realized how dangerous Connor actually was.
"Not necessarily..." He went over to the bench and pulled the emergency kit box from under it. He opened it searched desperately in the contents for anything of use. He took out four flares, duct tape and gas can and set them aside. 
"Matt, what's happening?" Jill asked, concerned for Peter and her cousin.
"I don't know..." Matt replied, somewhat in a daze. He had seen Connor's body; he had been bleeding severely from the head and looked dead enough. Unless there was someone else on the boat, Connor never died.
The three stood on the dock, knowing there was nothing they could do. |
