***Season Three happens***
This new chapter is set at the end of Episode 310 Unconscious. If we get a season 4, I really hope the show continues without any time passed. This is essentially what I want to happen next. I have planned for this story to go for another five chapters, including this one. If you enjoy the story please let me know by reviewing and/or following. :)
Bob Paris collapsed in a heap on the deck, his blood spreading quickly. Romero looked away, a little sickened by the sight. He'd known Bob a long time. Grown up with him. He'd turned into a real bastard, and for killing two women Romero felt he got what he deserved. And now Norma would be safe. But Romero couldn't deny that every time he took a life, a little piece of him died too. Now what would he do with the body? He'd been at odds with himself since making the decision to turn the flash drive over, and it was only about an hour ago that he'd made the decision to kill Bob. So although it was premeditated murder, he'd had little time to think about how to get away with it.
There were few choices at hand. He'd used his service weapon, fired four shots. He could claim self-defence, but then he'd have to stage the crime scene. He could get rid of the body, bury it deep in the woods or throw it into the water with a weight. No body, no murder. He didn't have time to waste, nor did he want to be investigated by the DEA, so he went with the latter. Retrieving the anchor, Romero cut the rope with a fish knife. He rolled the body up in the blood stained carpet and then wrapped the chain around it, securing as best he could with a reef knot. Now where to dump it? He searched Bob's bag for the key, finding it in one of the small side pockets, then started the motors.
After untying the boat from the dock, Romero eased it away quietly. He didn't want to draw attention to himself when he was about to sink a dead body. Not that there was anyone around, as far as he could tell. He drove the boat out for about ten minutes, so that the lights at the dock were distant, then decided this would be deep enough. Not many, if anyone, would fish here. The water was so calm it was almost still, only gently lapping the sides of the boat. Romero sighed and for a moment wondered if he should leave White Pine Bay and start a new life. He had thought Norma had the same feelings for him as he did for her, and maybe she did - but she still didn't trust him, despite all he had done for her.
Shaking his head slightly, Romero realised he could never leave. Not without her. He moved back to where Bob's body lay and heaved it overboard. It hit the water with a big splash and began to sink immediately into the blackness. There was no sense of relief. Bob was dead, but the DEA wouldn't stop looking for him. They could be in town for weeks or months yet, waiting for a shred of evidence to point them in the right direction. Romero aimed the boat back for the docks, wondering whether he should tell Norma she would be safe. But he realised that would raise questions, and if he was honest he wasn't sure he could trust her with the knowledge of what he had just done. He tied the boat back up at the dock and left with Bob's bag, gun, and key. He'd burn Bob's crap when he got home.
Norman had been missing for hours now. They drove all around town, looking for him. Norma was becoming increasingly emotional. What if Norman really had left her, with that tramp Bradley? What if they had a car and were miles away by now? "We should call Romero." Dylan suggested. He kept looking at her as he drove. Norma didn't respond, continuing to sob against the window. What if they never found Norman? What if he never came back? He was dangerous. She was beginning to accept that. But more importantly, she couldn't live without him. She stared out the window, hoping he would appear, but with each passing moment she was disappointed.
All of a sudden, there he was, walking on the side of the road ahead. "There!" Norma cried, pointing him out. Dylan had seen him already and pulled over behind Norman, sounding the horn. Norman kept walking as though he didn't hear them. Norma opened the door and jumped out, running after him. "Norman! Normaann!" She shouted. Norman finally stopped and turned around. Both hands were in his pockets, with his right arm held at a slight different angle. "Mother?" He asked when she caught up with him. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Don't ever leave me like that again!" She sobbed into his shoulder. "What are you talking about? We were just walking together." Norman replied, hugging her back. "What is Dylan doing here?"
Norma drew back and stared at him. He had clearly had another black out. Once again, she was filled with dread. She took his hand and led him back to Dylan's truck. It was under the light in the cabin that she saw the staining on his clothes. Under his fingernails was dried blood. She looked up at Dylan, whose face mirrored her look of horror. Had Norman killed again? "Let's go home." She said, in the most soothing voice she could manage. Dylan nodded, put the truck back in gear and pulled back onto the road. Norma held back tears, avoiding looking at her youngest son. "What's wrong? Why are you so upset?" Norman asked holding her in his arms. She shivered slightly. Was it Bradley's blood? "I was worried about you." She said weakly.
Norman sat up straight, letting Norma go. "But we were together. You were fine just a few minutes ago before Dylan turned up!" He exclaimed, staring between the two of them. "No, Norman." Norma responded carefully. "I think you're having another black out." Norman looked down at her clothes and his lip began to wobble, tears forming in his eyes. Ten minutes later, Dylan pulled into the motel and parked the truck. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Norma said, as Dylan opened Norman's door. Together they climbed the stairs to the house, supporting Norman, who had gone quiet and was unresponsive.
After tucking him in bed, Norma closed his bedroom door and turned to speak to Dylan. "You gotta call Romero. He's got blood all over him!" Dylan urged, gesturing towards Norman's room. "Alex already knows about Sam. I don't want him to know about this too." Norma replied, arms crossed. Tears stung her eyes. She couldn't ask Alex to cover up for her and Norman. He didn't with Bob Paris, so why would he cover up a murder here in White Pine Bay? "Besides, we don't even know what happened. Maybe he just found a dead animal or something." She added, trying to convince herself. Dylan stared at her, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Yeah I'm sure that's what it is." He said sarcastically, turning and retreating to his bedroom. Norma stood outside Norman's room for a little while longer and let the tears flow. There was nothing she could do.