Run, They Think You Did It Chapter 4, a maximum ride fanfic

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Chapter Three

I couldn't believe it; I was talking to him only a couple minutes ago! Their on the ground, laid Shane Collins. Dead. I felt an arm rap around my waist; I looked up and saw Fang. I gave him a small sad smile, and leaned against him. Yes I know I hate him, but I need someone to lean on.

"What do you think happened?"

"Did you think he did it?"

"Did someone kill him?"

"Who's next?" Voices rambled on and on, talking about what had happened. Then finally the boss, told everybody to just go back to their office, and that's what everybody did they went back into their office, locking the doors. Only Fang stayed with me, and led me to his office, making sure to lock the door.

"Who do you think did it?" I asked; trying to stay calm. Glad that his arms never left my waist.

"I don't know." I was shaking by now, tears coming into my eyes. He turned me around and pulled me to his rock hard chest, his hands smoothing my hair, calming me down.

"I saw him, I saw him not even in hour ago! How? How could this have happened? Who's next?" I started rambling what everyone else was before. I was full on crying now. Believe me; this is a big deal. I don't cry.

"Shhh it's going to be okay. Don't worry, I got you. I promise" I held on to his shirt, like that was my life boat and if I let go, I would be a goner. He lifted my chin up so I can meet his dark brown orbs, I can almost see I speck of gold in them. It seems as though all my problems faded away; just by looking in those beautiful eyes. Then; someone cleared there throat behind us.

"Maximum Ride, you need to come with us" The officer said, his voice a no-nonsense tone.

"Why?" Nate asked, stepping a little in front of me.

"She needs to be asked some questions, now if she can just come with us-"The officer didn't have time to finish his sentence for Fang had interrupted him.

"She didn't do anything, why should she be asked questions?"

"Nate stop, I'll go I didn't do anything so what's the harm of going?" He nodded his head, knowing I head a point.

"Fine" He gave me reassuring squeeze, and let me go; but not before whispering 'Call me later' in my ear.

I made my way into the policemen's car.

The ride was quiet; accept for my occasional gasps of air I had to take because of my crying. I was still trying to figure out why the hell they took me here, and every time Shane comes into my mind I bawl even harder- Oh great here I go again. By the time we got there I have stopped crying, thankfully. I didn't want to look like a wimp, bawling into the police department. I followed the policemen as he led me into the building. He walked me into a big empty room; with a big table in the middle. I sat down, as instructed and waited for him to get on with it, and tell me why I am here.

"Where were you at 1:09pm?" Really; I come all this why to be asked that?

"Where were you?" He gave me a death glare but responded;

"This is serious business Ma'am just answer the question so we can get on with it." I'm sorry officer… You didn't say please. My Mama once told me 'If they don't say please; don't give it to them'

"You didn't say please. However I'll tell you the answer; At 1:09 I was in my office typing up my essay that's due tomorrow." See? I can be nice.

"A person told me that you were the last person to talk to Shane before he had died. Is this true?"

"Well; I'm pretty sure that his murderer would've been the last one to talk to him. However since we don't know that for a fact then yes, yes I have"

"Is it true that you gotten into a fight with him before he had died and you said to him 'I would be fine without you in my life!" How did they find this out?

"No. Technically the last thing I had said to him was I was fine without you in my life and I would be just as fine with you in my life! He had told me that I needed protecting" I don't think now would be a good time to add that I can surely kick his ass; considering someone already did.

'What he had said made you angry am I correct?" No- He can't be! How dare him! He is accusing me of murdering him?

"Yes but not mad enough to kill him!" I tried to keep my voice down; otherwise I would just be proving his point that I have a short temper.

"Then why are your hand prints on the murder weapon?"

"I made myself a sandwich with that before any of this happened because all the butter knifes were missing. The real murderer must have worn gloves."

"Ah- I see. Now come with me, you are under arrest for suspicion of murder." I go to work, happy because I finally got promoted, I meet a hot guy who happens to be my assistant then he gets murdered and they think I did it. How? How on earth does that work out? I didn't fight when they dragged me into a cell knowing that anything I do now will be held against me.

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