SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS
Dizzles The Dizzy (Ch 1): Everything will be explained as the story progresses, promise. Catch ya on the flip side.
Andaere: I try to. Thank you. Glad you think so. Yeah, I figured it'd build up the suspense. (No you don't). Well, glad I could help you indulge. Yeah. Yeah, I never liked him. Yeah, it takes place of the ep. You'll see. Yeah, but there's baggage. Yes. Thanks. Hope this is soon enough.
DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Stephen J. Cannel and Fox. I was asked in a review whether this took place before or after "Loc'd Out/Partners", which was the ep where Hanson was framed for murder and sent to prison. To avoid further confusion, this is in place of the ep and Hanson won't be going to prison.
Later that night, Tom and Dennis were back inside the same building they had entered before, which was actually an old warehouse. They had just finished their report.
"You're sure?" a man asked. He was old with white hair and hazel eyes. Despite his age, he wasn't frail-looking, but was powerful and distinguished. His name was Lucas.
"Yes, Sir. Most of the bodies in that morgue were vampires. We are definitely being hunted," Tom confirmed.
"Well, I suppose you both know what this means?" Lucas queried.
"Yeah. We don't trust any humans! We only rely on ourselves and each other!" Tom bitterly spat out.
"Tommy," Lucas warned.
"I'm sorry, Sir," Tom answered. "Listen Sir, you know my feelings on how to operate when under attack, and you know why. But you're the leader. Whatever your decree, I'll follow," he continued.
"Right now we just lay low. Continue going about our lives. We don't know who's hunting us or why. Therefore, we shouldn't draw any extra attention to ourselves," Lucas instructed.
"Yes, Sir," Tom and Dennis chorused.
"Sir, will there be a meeting?" Dennis questioned.
"Not quite yet. Since we don't know who's hunting us or how they're operating, it'd only cause undue panic," Lucas replied.
"Understood," Tom and Dennis chorused again. Then, they left. After dropping Dennis off at his apartment, Tom went to his own residence. He blew out a breath and paced around the apartment. He didn't know what to do. They were being hunted, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. Man, I hate it when this happens. I wish I knew what to do. I wish Dad was still alive, he thought to himself. Meanwhile, Lucas had gone out and had relayed the news to the Peterman's, the parents of the thirteen-year old who had been murdered.
"Are you sure? Are you sure it's our Brittney?" Mrs. Peterman questioned.
"Yes, I'm very sorry," Lucas answered. The woman gasped and leaned into her husband as she began to cry.
"I'm so sorry," he said again.
"What are we going to do?" Mr. Peterman questioned.
"We need to figure out who's hunting us before we do anything," Lucas stated.
"Right. Right," Mr. Peterman nodded.
"Let me make you this promise right now: we will find out who killed your daughter, and we will make him pay," Lucas told him. Back at his apartment, Tom was sifting through some old police reports. As he did so, his visage became more and more troubled. Suddenly, he threw everything to the ground. With a snarl, he overturned his coffee table. Then, he went through the whole apartment, tearing, ripping, and destroying everything. Finally, he stopped, and panted, looking at the damage. With slow steps, he backed into a corner. Then, he slid down to the floor. As he did so, a memory hit him.
"Mrs. Hanson, I'm so sorry. The bullet was laced with holy water and dead man's blood. It hit your husband's system too fast for us to get it out. I'm sorry," the doctor said. Tom let out a gasping sob.
"Dad," he said. Man, I wish he was here. I could really use him. I don't--I don't know what to do, he thought to himself, as he wrapped his arms around himself. He let out another sob and buried his face in his lap.