Oh gosh! I'm so sorry to my followers, I was so busy! And to leave you during a cliffhanger? So, sorry! Here's Chapter 4

Dead and Gone

Chapter 4: The Truth Is UGLY

With a gun in his pocket and an angry expression plastered on his face, Chuck Bass was ready for action. That was until his cellphone rang. The screen ID popped up: Serena Van der Woodsen. Chuck ignored it, leaving it to voicemail. Opening his black BMW door, all to reveal a small, narrow alleyway, there stood Carter Baizen. Carter was covering his nose, not enjoying the pungent smell. As soon as Carter's eyes met Chuck's, he began questioning, "What's going on, Bass? Why do you want me here?!?"

Chuck kept mum, if Carter had murdered Blair; he'd done a pretty good job of acting like he didn't. He had figured out about Carter killing Blair at Serena's Christmas party the night before- Carter was on it, with an unusual black eye, at where Chuck had punched Blair's murderer. Chuck pushed the gun deeper into his black tailor-made suit. "Baizen," he took a deep breath, "Did you murder Blair?"

Chuck expected Carter to yell, scream and swear that he would never hurt Blair, but he didn't. All he did was look Chuck in the eye and spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper, "Chuck, I'm sorry, I did. Blair was my easy way out. I didn't have any money, so I did it."

Chuck's hands balled into fists as he reached for the gun. Aiming it at Carter, Chuck wondered who would do such a thing to Blair? She was great. Why Blair? "Who hired you?" he asked his voice cold and tense. Carter fell silent, shuffling his Armani shoes around. "I'm not afraid of using this gun!" Chuck screamed, his voice echoing through the hollow way.

"Okay, okay!" He raised his hand in a mock surrender. "It's … D. Humphrey."

Chuck felt his head spinning, Daniel Humphrey? Carter had to be lying!?! Although Chuck had to admit, he didn't like Dan at first, but soon they had grown into him. Dan also seemed seriously affected by Blair's death. "You're lying?" was all Chuck managed to spit out.

His cellphone rang again. This time it was Vanessa Abrams, Chuck groaned, pulling his Blackberry Curve and smashing it into the walls. Carter froze, "Why would I want to be killed?"

It was a good question, after all Chuck had a gun. Chuck's forehead creased in anger and his brows were furrowing. Why had Dan want to do it? "Carter," he caught the fretful boy's attention, "Tell me why Dan wanted to kill Blair?"

"Well, to be honest, Bass, Blair isn't dead, she's alive. It was all an act; she's still alive, living in Dan's apartment. The one you bought for him? Dan actually wanted me to kill you, but he knew it would be too suspicious," Carter explained. Chuck was spinning around again. Dan? Blair, alive? Could this be his lucky day?

Wait; he reminded himself, it may be a trick. "Bring me to Blair."

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"We're here," Carter sing-songed, opening the red-bricked apartment that Chuck remembered viewing and buying it for Dan. He'd refused first, but decided to move in, since he needed a place near to the clubs and NYU. "Open that door," he pointed to the one with a scrawled handwriting that said, DAN'S ROOM. KEEP OUT. YES, YOU, JENNY..

Chuck kept on a blank face, his hands shaking violently. Could it be the truth Carter was telling? And then, Chuck flung the door open, there were two figures. Chuck couldn't see it carefully, it was still dark. Taking another step, he saw an abundant of glossy brown hair. He'd recognize that hair, that silhouette anyway. Blair Waldorf!

No, this couldn't be happening. Blair had died. Her body was buried. They had all seen it. No. No. No! Chuck denied seeing that. He heard a soft, breathy, "I love you, Dan. I knew leaving Chuck was the best thing to do."

Chuck's heart fell to his stomach. How could Blair say that 3 words so easily to Dan when it had took them months to get to that stage? "Blair!?" Chuck shouted. He hoped that she didn't reply. He hoped she just said, "Sorry, you have the wrong room." But no, a voice replied him,

"Yes?! Can't you see I'm busy here?" she replied, bitchily. Chuck slid down the wall and fell to his knees in sorrow.

"Blair, it's me, Chuck."

"Chuck? How'd you figure out? It was planned so perfectly!" she exclaimed. Chuck's blood boiled, planned? Blair Cornelia Waldorf. The girl he once loved. The girl he once desired for. The girl he thought had died, did all this so that she could be with someone else?

"Planned? Waldorf, if you wanted to leave. Just say so, don't go fooling some death. Jenny, Vanessa, Serena, Nate, THEY WERE ALL WORRIED!" Chuck shrieked. "But you, you left them all, only for Humphrey. Waldorf, let me tell you. I hate you. Get out of my life and leave!"

He slammed the door, running back down and driving his black BMW back to Serena's. he need a chat with all of them.

"Serena?" Chuck echoed, opening her front door. He heard a girl reply that she was here. Chuck took another of his six-pack and drank the fifth one. He was so drunk, but he needed to explain everything to them. The ones that were deceived.

"Chuck? You're back!" Serena cheered happily, motioning for the others to stop what they were doing and welcome Chuck. "Chuck, where have you been? We were so nervous! Vanessa thought you jumped off a bridge."

"Guys, I have important news. Blair's alive," the crowd gasped and shocked murmurs of how? When? Where? Chuck waited till they were all quiet before continuing, "She's doing Humphrey."

~End~

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