A/N- I tried to go on FF tonight and was getting really annoyed when they wouldn't let me on the site. But then I looked at the red message on the home page, and I was like, "O. I feel stupid." So then I was like, 'I haven't typed anything for a while; and it's not fair to the very, very, very few readers I have to stop writing in the middle of a chapter.' But don't worry, I have a plan for this story, unlike my other one. I have an EXTREME case of writers block with Life Lines, left a cliffhanger too, those people are probably going crazy…Oh well, you should be happy, at least that's not the case with this one. So now, I type! And you read!
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"Why would he write this? Was he planning suicide?" asked Foreman.
"How the hell should I know? I'm not your Magic 8 Ball, I can't answer all your questions!" Wilson spat. They could all see he was horrified that his best friend might have been planning suicide right under his nose and he didn't figure it out.
"Don't ask stupid questions." Cameron said in a low, dull, monotone addressing nobody. They all stared at her.
"We, we need to contact the police." Cuddy breathed out.
"Naww." sarcastic Cameron?
"Are you trying to take the place of House in his absence by being sarcastic?" Chase asked, never really knowing when to keep his thoughts to himself.
"Are you trying to be purposefully annoying?" she shot back and walked out. The rest of the group looked at each other. What's gotten into her?
Cuddy called the police and then they waited…
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House groaned. It was soooo boring. The water was up to the seat and it was cold!
"Thinking of your impending doom?" the hit man smirked.
"No, I was just thinking of you getting eaten by a shark, wait hold on, rip off the head, rip off the head! Oh! That was a nice one! You were saying?"
The hit man looked unnerved. Needless to say he shut his mouth.
An hour passed, hour and a half….
The water was now a quarter up their chests.
"Who are you?" House asked finally. The water pressing in on them, plus the silence, had been quite unnerving. His leg had pounded with a dull ache for the last hour before he remembered about the vicodin in his pocket. He popped just one, not wanting to already be drugged when he was made a break from the confines of his watery prison. The man gave a harsh laugh.
"Ah yes, the genius. I had expected you to ask me sooner. Why should I tell you?" the man leered.
House rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, but decided that curiosity could take over his pride in this situation, so he told him exactly that. "Curiosity."
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know, kind of like it can kill you. Not satisfied until your puzzle is solved, are you? And even when your dying you still want to solve it. Unbelievable."
"Yeah, that's me alright. You got me nailed." House said sarcastically(big surprise). He cast his eyes around looking for the hidden gun. He sooo wanted to bash his skull in with his cane, but not yet, he needed answers. Like, 'who are you' and, 'who hired you?' Then he could commit homicide, and he wouldn't have any guilt problems; he was sure.
House started humming.
"Will you shut-up?"
"Why? Is that bothering you?"
"You're singing some silly girls song."
"So? What do you have against girls? Great, now I'm stuck with a sexist." even though he was being a hypocrite, the only reason he made those snide comments to Cuddy was because, well, she was Cuddy. Also because their usual banters and ripostes were part of the natural cycle. To the rest of the women, he was just keeping up his reputation.
"You were humming the song Holding Out For A Hero."
"Do you want the real thing? Because that song's stuck in my head, and I can't get it out. Okay, 'I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero til' the end of the night. And she's gotta be strong and she's gotta be fast and -" he replaced all the 'he's' with 'she's'.
"SHUT-UP ALREADY!
House was laughing and smirking at the same time. He saw a vein throb in the hit mans head. "I shall ask again, who are you?"
"Fine! All right! My name is Kyle Vogler."
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Edward Vogler clasped his hands together and paced his study. He was starting to think that he shouldn't have sent his son to a watery grave. Well, he was a brat, and an embarrassment, and he really disliked the boy. Who reminded him of that doctor he hated so much…who had ruined his career… His sons sharp, quick-witted tongue was extremely annoying, and Kyle had earned himself punishment for those moments.
His sons actions made him feel as if he had no power, that he couldn't control anything. Just like Dr. House did. He wouldn't do what he said, and Vogler would not tolerate such acts of being disobeyed. And now, he had lost him his job. So off he went, and got rid of his son and foe in one stroke. Now, if only he hadn't had that terrible, terrible thing talking to him. Nagging him. Nit-picking and poking and prodding, stretching his brain out like an elastic and letting go, jumbling up all of his thoughts which he had been so sure were correct. Now his conscience was making him pay the price for his bad deeds.
You sent your own son on a suicide mission just to kill the man that was a bit sarcastic and lost you your job. Hell, if I was on the board I would get you fired too! I mean, even you can at least understand the lab coat issue, right? Too much white is what I think. Go to the authorities right now and turn yourself in right now you bad, bad man! They're going to live, you know that right? And they're going to turn you in. And until then, every siren you hear will be after you, every man with a cane is your foe coming back to get you. Every teenage boy….
"Shut-up!" Vogler said aloud to the room.
You only want me to shut-up because you know I'm right, and you can't stand being wrong. That's why you hate me so much right now. You've done a wrong thing, and now your mind is wrong. And that's such a huge thing; your soul to be incorrect, that you can't handle it. And you know that I will be here until the day you die. Eating you from the inside out, every day, the feeling of worms in your stomach. To ride your power-trip, your ego, you have to be right. But slowly, excruciatingly, like you are suffocating - rather like you are doing to two men right now - your road will crumble, your river will dry up, your boat will sink, and your car will be devoid of fuel. The air you breathe, the food you eat, the water you drink, will be poisoned with the essence of guilt. It seeps under doorways, always one step ahead of you. Your plane will crash, and you will only be left with me and me alone. And I will be with you when you go far into the depths of insanity, telling you, you did the wrong thing. So don't tell me to shut up. I advise you to listen to me. Do it now rather than having me repeat the same message in different ways your whole life…
Vogler was tempted to stab himself with a knife. The voice was annoying, and true to it's word, he felt terrible. A siren wailed somewhere in the distance, and Vogler flinched. Their after me, no, don't be silly, it's just an ambulance.
There was a knock on the door, and Vogler started. He was becoming paranoid. Snap out of it! Internally quivering, he opened the door. A tall man with scruff on his face and a cane stood in the doorway. Vogler's face turned to white marble and he let out a little yelp of terror. He shut the door quickly. The man started banging on the door.
"Edward, neighbor? Are you okay? Penelope is making a pie and she ran out of sugar. She sent me to fetch some and I don't really fancy going to the store. Do you think I could borrow some? But if your busy…"
Vogler let out the air he wasn't aware he'd been holding. It was just the neighbor, Mr. Jenkins. "Yeah, I'll get you some sugar." he called. He just grabbed the whole bag from the kitchen and opened the door. No one was there. A slight breeze caressed his face and he shuddered. What if Mr. Jenkins was House in disguise? Just wanting to see if he was breathing in and suffocating on guilt? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Good lord he was paranoid.
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I attempted to make this longer for you. I was originally going to stop at when the hit man revealed he was Vogler's kid, but then I thought 'Well that's crap!' so I gave this waaaay more words. It's very confusing to update, you know. I type on the laptop in my room rather than in the extremely noisy living room so I can concentrate. But then since FF can't take anything from the writing program the laptop has, I have to e-mail the document and create it on the other computer, with Microsoft Word on it. So it's all very confusing and I'm done now. But sorry for the wait, my life has been pretty crazy lately, and I started my job on Sunday, soooooo…..yeah.
Thanks for waiting and reading! And I thank you in advance for reviewing! (hint, hint)
PaigeILGH
