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Chapter 7

Once the table was full Ranger produced a manilla folder. He laid it on the table in front of him and calmly took a seat. The silence rippled through the room. I couldn't tell if something was wrong or if he was playing up the dramatics. (not that Ranger does that or anything...)

When I looked back at him he seemed deep in thought. "This is all we have on Scrog." He opened the folder and passed out individual sheets of paper to everyone. Me included. "We already know who he's after and why. What we need to know, is not only how he's going to try to get there, but we need to know what he plans wants. Not who, like I said, we know who. Just not what."

I knew what. What he wants is Ranger dead so he, the phsyco-fucker that he is, can finish creating his delusion. Then, he wants me. Thats were it get me though (No pun intended.) What does he want with me? Will he kill me?

I opened a new document on my laptop and started typing info from the document that I might want in the future.

Scrog, fantasizes about living Ranger's life. Wants to kill him. Needs to kill him to complete the delusion. Psychotic illusions that he is Ranger...

I went on about what he wants, needs, profiling him in a way. How he thinks. I wrote the one line that I hate.

"Execution time."

I only added it because it is a part of him, the way he thinks and feels about people. He thought of Ranger as needing an "Execution", he didn't say "Time to die." He said "Execution time.", as in punishment. Why though? Why did Scrog think that Ranger needed or deserved an execution? I mean, I know that Scrog thinks that Ranger is ruining his life or whatever, the whole 'Ranger is the fake one' thing. Yeah, wrong way around.

"Babe?"

"Huh." I said dumbly looking back up at Ranger.

His brow furrowed minimally. "You okay?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah. What? Why wouldn't I be?" Geez, I need to learn how to talk...

He was standing already and came around to my seat. I turned and looked up at him curiously. "What?"

He leaned down a bit and looked at what I had written. I did too.

What I found was not what I had written.

After writing 'Scrog, fantasizes about living Ranger's life. Wants to kill him. Needs to kill him to complete the delusion. Psychotic illusions that he is Ranger...', I had started saying that it wasn't Ranger's fault, or mine that he was after me. That he was ruining my life, 'plaguing' my life. I've never thought that...

The next part disturbed me, I had started whining about him, then...I wrote several ways to kill him.

As soon as I read the word 'sniper rifle' I shut the lid. WTF?? I didn't even realize I was writing that. I didn't, I was writing about his phsycoly-ness. I was thoroughly confused.

"Ten minute break." Ranger said then attached himself onto my arm and dragged me off to my room, making sure he shut the door behind him. "Whats going on with you?"

"What?"

"What was that?"

"I don't even remember writing that. I was thinking purely about the way he had said 'Execution time." When he was going to kill you. Why did he say "Execution time." Ranger? Why that instead of something like, 'Time to die'?"

"I don't know, but what you were writing was not like you."

"How'd you know what I was writing before hand."

"Facial features Steph, you show everything on your face when you were writing, you were showing it. So at one point you looked like you were going to cry, then the next thing I knew, you were looking all...mischievous. Sniper rifle?" He was getting a little loud, but containing it.

"I didn't even think about that Ranger!" He was silent now. "What? I don't think like that Ranger! I was actually contemplating why he would think that you needed and "Execution" instead of just being killed, it was an execution, defenseless. Ranger! Ignore whatever I was writing, it obviously wasn't on purpose. Just hear me out. Why did he say Execution?"

He sighed. "Stephanie."

"Ranger." I said in an accusing tone. "Just...ugh." I exasperated while rolling my eyes. "Lets get back out there. Its been too long." I tried to move past him but he caught my arm again.

"Stephanie." He said somewhat angrily.

No Ranger!" I said pulling away. "You have to believe me. You should know me well enough to know that what was written was unintentional. I didn't mean to write it. I didn't even know I was writing it until I started reading it when you came over!"

He sighed and rubbed his hands across his face. "Yeah babe. I know."

When he finally led me back out to the table, all the men were gathering back at the table. I sat back at my seat and opened my laptop back up. I quit out of that document and opened up The Sims. Ranger could inform me on what they had later. Plus, if I'm just playing Sims, I can't write creepy notes on my laptop.

Once I got into a new neighborhood, I made the biggest plot of land in a wooded area and clicked the 'create family' button. With the last name Manoso, I created a male character. The man was wearing green cami pants with black boots and a skin tight black t-shirt. I made him have black hair, there was even hair in a low pony tail. I chose his pj's, everyday wear, formal wear, underwear, swim trunks, and work out wear. I chose wealth as his aspiration because there isn't any good ones, then, his sign, I chose Aries. The name of this character, was Ranger.

I saved my character and waited a minute for my super cool and fast laptop to load the neighborhood back up. When it loaded up, I moved him into the plot of land. And then, after that I started building the house. I built the land up before building the house on it. I made sure to make it open and have several alarms in every room. I added a treadmill and big bedroom, kitchen with all the cool appliances and a grand bathroom. When the house was built and appliances were in, I changed the wall paper and flooring to match the house and his personality. His apartment was great inspiration in this case.

Satisfied with my work, I added trees and started playing him around. The first thing I did was make Ranger run on the treadmill for hours and hours until he was ripped. Perfect. I sent him to the bathroom and had him relieve nature and shower, then go out to the kitchen and cook something to eat. Unfortunately, my character didn't have any cooking skills and he ended up setting the stove on fire. The little guy started running around on the screen freaking out and thinking of Ranger freaking out made me laugh.

The real Ranger cut his eyes to me and I held my breath, averting my eyes back to the screen and saving. I didn't quit, just switched to an empty document so that if he looked at my screen, he'd see an empty document.

Paying attention to the meeting, I stifled a giggle trying not to think about Ranger running in circles and screaming because of setting a stove on fire, then setting a stove on fire? Ranger setting a stove on fire?

Ha!

"Something to say babe?"

"Sorry." I coughed a fake-ish-clearing-throat-cough thing. "I do have something to think about though." Ranger nodded in reply. "When Scrog had the gun pointed at Ranger in my apartment..." I looked down at the note sheet. It wasn't going to help me any, but I still didn't like thinking about Ranger almost getting killed, I have nightmares about that simple saying. I said it to Ranger, that was different. Tank Bobby and Lester actually saw me that night. I was absolutely freaked.

With a deep breath I continued, still looking down. "He said "Execution time." instead of something like 'time to die.' He used the word 'Execution, as in, there was something to punish. Something he did wrong. Like...Scrog is going...wants" I corrected "To kill Ranger, because he is punishing him for something he did wrong. He thinks that Ranger is ruining his life. He believes that he was meant to have that life, maybe he thinks also that he deserves it." I said starting to remember that night like it was happening all over again. 'Execution time.' All the oxygen seamed to have been sucked out of the room...again. Me in the chair, helpless, unable to warn or defend Ranger. He was laying there, not moving bleeding, with Scrog over him gun drawn and ready. It was like a movie clip, repeating over and over again, 'Execution time.' It rung in my ears like a bad note played on the flute, you just can't forget it.

"Steph?"

I took in a ragged breath. "Yeah?" asked as if nothing was wrong, head still down, tears forming behind my eyes.

"You okay?" That's the second time somebody's asked me that in a matter of an hour. And it had, the readout on my watched said that we had started the meeting and hour and a half ago.

"Peachy-keen." I whispered, my voice getting a little teary sounding.

I didn't have to look up to know that Ranger was still boring holes in me. "Thats all I could think of for now." I said trying to ease away the attention.

Ranger took the bait. "Okay, I think thats enough for now. We'll be receiving more information in two days. Dismissed."

He had barely said the words and I snatched my laptop and slid out of my chair and into my room. I slipped my laptop in the case and stepped into the bathroom. A tear slid down my cheek and I swiped at it with one hand while I rested the other on the sink, rocking on my toes, head dangling down. Deep breaths Stephanie, and Get it together, are what I kept mentally repeating. After about ten seconds of deep breathing and me getting it back together, I heard the bedroom door open, unfortunately, I had yet to get it together, deep breathing? No problem, breathing, easy, not getting it together.

Warm hands settled on my shoulders and I relaxed even more. I was barely standing up as it was, let alone having him giving me a message. He was gently rubbing my shoulders, easing the tension from them. After some more deep breathing and getting it together, I had mostly gotten it together. I stood up and splashed some water on my face before turning around to face him. With a sigh, I sat on the edge of the counter.

Time to face the music...

To Be Continued...

Yo,

Okay, that was my information chapter. Much less humorous than the babbling one. I like intruding on her thoughts, it makes sense and it's so Steph, I mean...

Damn, I'm babbling. Okay, hope you liked the information chapter (I hate them...) R&R, Reviews really and truly do help. They encourage me to write more. That and music. I like 97.9 Woot!:D

Peace out,

Peanut16