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Jackson wasn't sure he had heard right. "Isn't that the murderers card?"
"It is. And that's the problem..." Duncan sounded troubled. "Ruby? Hello? Can you get up for a second?"
No response.
Jackson couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them.
"Ruby...?" The small, round light landed on her head. It shivered slightly as Duncan moved. "Ruby...Oh, God."
"What!? What's wrong?" Heathcliff demanded.
"She...she's not breathing...there's no pulse...oh, no, no, I can see blood...help...HELP...SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE!"
Jackson's blood ran cold. The crowd panicked, everyone fighting and pushing, either to get away or to find out what was going on, but he heard none of it.
"Mom?...Mom? Are you there? Mom? Who's there? Mom! What...?! Who are you? What's going on-"
Someone pushed him to the ground. Far away, he could hear Heathcliff yelling. He sounded angry and scared all at once.
"No! G-go away!" "Please don't kill me.." "MOM!" Blood, too much blood...
"Where am I? Where's Mom? Where's Chaz? Are they ok? ...There's someone in our house! They had a knife and...what...did you...say?"
Someone was shaking him. No, wait, someone was running over him. There is a difference, even though it might feel the same sometimes. Jackson was dimly aware of someone talking:
"Who was the last person..."
"Saw him go into the room..."
"It sounded like there was a fight..."
"No, that's impossible. Jackson wouldn't kill her..."
"Is it? It was him, I know it. We shouldn't have trusted him."
"Heathcliff, there's no proof..."
"NO PROOF?! WE HAVE PLENTY OF PROOF! RUBY IS DEAD AND YOU'RE JUST GOING TO DISMISS IT AS AN ACCIDENT?!" Heathcliff's voice cracked.
The last sentence shook Jackson out of his stupor. "What? What did you say?" He asked, hoping that he was just going deaf. Or crazy.
Air whistled past his ear. "Murderer!" Heathcliff snarled.
"What are you talking about! Ruby isn't dead...she can't be dead.."
"Liar!" Heathcliff roared. "I'll kill you!"
"What's going on?" Someone demanded.
"Jackson killed Ruby!"
He heard a gasp. "But..."
"It's true!" Heathcliff insisted. The flashlight, which was aiming wildly around the room, caught his face for a second. His eyes were intense and full of rage. "We have witnesses!"
"That's not true!" Jackson protested. "I wouldn't hurt Ruby."
But no one was listening to him. They were listening to Heathcliff, which currently spelled very bad news. "He's a real murderer! We need to stop him before anyone else gets hurt."
"Guys, listen. I-I just found her like that. I swear I didn't do anything!" He backed up to the door.
Any other time, and everyone might have listened. But as it was, none of them had had to deal with a murder before. The crowd was confused, terrified, with frayed nerves from the game and the ongoing thunder. Fueled by rage and fear, they attacked like a pack of insane wolves.
Jackson knew there was only one sensible choice here-so he took it. He ran.
Longer than the previous chapter, though probably slightly-ok, very- OOC. Unfortunately, this is the best I can do right now.
I killed Ruby specifically for a reason...if you want to know why, just ask me.
Goodnight all!
LoL,
~Riverstone