A/N: Sorry about the wait. My plot bunny took a vacation, and I had to re-capture it.
Chapter 7- Old Fears Return.
Marion glared at the clock impatiently. Two more minutes and her Chemistry class would be over, and she could try calling Adrienne again. Seriously, what was she was doing in England that was enjoyable enough that she wasn't returning Marion's texts or calls? The bell finally rang and students jumped out of the uncomfortable desks, racing for the few minutes of freedom they had in the halls before the next period started. Marion pulled out her mobile, dialing Adrienne's number. It rang, and rang, and rang, and rang. And rang. While she was engaged in mentally yelling at Adrienne, Ray Patterson, graduating the same year she was and in several of her classes walked up.
"Hey, Marion. I was wondering…" Marion, not paying attention, apologized hurriedly and said she was busy, thinking it had to do with the drama play done by the seniors.
She began dialing Abigail's number, then glanced up, suddenly realizing what he had been talking about.
"Oh, no." Marion slapped herself in the face. "Great! He is going to be the only guy to ever ask to that! How am I supposed to get a date now? He is a creep though…"
"Marion! Class! You already used up all your tardy excuses! If you ever want to graduate, you need to pay attention!" Lisa Robbins yelled, in passing.
Once again I will find myself going dateless to whatever social dance/dinner pops up. Marion thought gloomily, rushing off. At least…her evil side whispered. Adrienne's love life is non-existent as yours is.
"Abigail! Where is Adrienne? I haven't talked to her in two days. Did she get kidnapped again?" Marion exclaimed, finally managing to contact Abigail, in England, on her satellite phone.
"She is definitely not kidnapped. We are flying back right now. I'll give her the phone." Abigail's voice was slightly fuzzy, but understandable. There was a brief silence and Adrienne's voice came on.
"Marion! I'm glad you called. Did the Archives accept your internship?"
"Yes!" Marion screeched. "I am now assisting in the identification, selection, and organization of Internet resources in order to facilitate their access through the ALIC online library catalog. Just so you know, I read that off the paper. Why didn't you call?"
"Well…I managed to ruin my phone by leaving it on the muddy bank of the river, for almost all day, before I remembered it."
"You forgot about your phone? What were you doing? Oh, and you do know that Grant escaped from prison, right?" Adrienne sighed heavily through the phone
"Did you have to mention that? I was having a wonderful day up till now. Yes, I know he escaped. Is there any word from the police on what his intentions are?"
Marion frowned, trying to think. "None. Apparently, the prison counselor said he was re-gaining mental stability. How that will turn out is questionable. Hey, are you going to be okay? Last time after he tried to call you from prison, you had nightmares for weeks."
"I think I'll be okay. We are getting in later tonight, so I'll be seeing you then. Oh, and I have someone for you to meet."
"Really? Who?"
"I think it might be better to wait till we are in person. How is college? Is majoring in history that hard?"
"I hate my teacher! Prof. Appleton is terrible!"
"Oh, yeah. She was always tough. I had to take one of her classes and barely passed."
"I'm not passing! Blast, I got to go study. See you tonight."
"Grant Stone? That serial killer?" Ian asked, as Adrienne leaned over him to return Abigail's phone.
"Yes, him. That's why I agreed to go to England so easily, I though we'd be there for a while and he'd expect me to be in America." She replied.
Abigail turned back in her seat. "What? Him! He can't have escaped, could he?"
Adrienne nodded miserably.
"Well, the worst case scenario is he'll want revenge, and start sending threatening notes and the police will track him down and put him back in jail." Riley suggested, trying to relive the tension.
"No…he won't want revenge. Apparently, in his demented mind, redheads are cursed. It's his "duty" to rid the world of us. He killed his own sister!"
"And they outlawed the death penalty, even for people like that?" Ben shook his head. "Government isn't run the way it used to be."
"He'll be back. My life is like some insane horror novel. The killer always comes back. And everything that can go wrong, does go wrong." Adrienne sank into her seat, not wanting the plane to land. Ian took her hand again.
"He won't hurt you. I won't let him."
You don't know Grant. In his insane mind, anything is possible… Adrienne put her head on Ian's shoulder, seeking a sense of security.
A/N: Chapter 4, I completly messed up on, and removed before anyone else read it and got the wrong idea. I'll have a revised and (hopefully) improved one up A.S.A.P.
