Homecoming
Cole and I met Peter at the airport as promised. Our meeting was short lived since our flight was due to leave soon. The airport was packed as usual. Luckily I didn't have any luggage to give away to cost us even more time. All I had was my messenger bag. Once we passed security, we wasted no time in boarding our seats. We sat ourselves in an empty row of seats, leaving me to be in the middle of Peter and Cole.
"So what's the plan once we get there?" I asked Peter.
He had to have a plan if we already made it this far.
Much to my relief he did. "We're going to stop at the Burnt Toast Diner in Odessa first to meet Hiro and his friend, Ando. Once we get them to come along, we'll head over to Union Wells High School."
"Sounds like a plan to me, but what about the guy who is going to kill this cheerleader? How are we going to deal with him?"
"I'll be the one to deal with him," he said quickly. "I just want you to worry about getting the cheerleader out of there, if necessary."
I narrowed my eyes at his sudden protectiveness. Why would he decide now of all times to put me on the sidelines?
Before I could ask the question though, Cole interrupted me. "Who do you think is out to this? I mean what did the cheerleader to him?"
Peter shook his head. "I don't know. There was only a dark figure in the painting. But the top of her head was open. It doesn't look like a normal killing."
"And what killing do you think would be normal?" I questioned, slightly joking.
"A few stabbings or gunshot wound, I guess. All I know is that this isn't just out of random. There has to be a reason why he's going after her and why she's somehow the key to saving the world."
"Hopefully there's a method to this madness."
"I'll say, but it does give me something to do before I start working again." He paused before speaking again. "Danni, on the phone before, you said that you had something to tell me too. What was it?"
I thought for a moment about what he was talking about then I remembered my initial intent on calling him: I was about to report my kidnapping. I bit my lip. Maybe this wasn't the best time to mention that. As of now, the situation was very delicate. We were under a time constraint and one screw-up could end the life of the cheerleader. Peter had better things to do than to be concerned about me. Besides I wasn't mortally wounded from the situation, so it didn't seem like a big issue next to the whole "save the cheerleader, save the world" thing. Not to mention he was holding something back. If he wasn't going to say anything about his issue, I wasn't going to say anything about mine.
"I went to a dance camp in Virginia," I told him. "I got the acceptance letter after I left your apartment and forgot to call you about it."
Peter beamed at me. "That's great. At least you got to relax for a few days."
I gave him a weak smile. "You could say that."
I was completely silent after that. I hated lying to him. I hated lying in general. It made me feel dirty and many other negative adjectives I'd rather not mention. But there was no need to worry Peter any further. The world was more important than I was. I dozed off thirty minutes into the flight while Cole and Peter exchanged a conversation I was paying no attention to.
I woke up again to Cole and Peter's voices, shaking me awake. We had arrived in Odessa. I tried to keep my calm composure as we walked out of the plane. We were only a mile or two away from saving a life or proving that we were on a wild goose chase.
It was already dark out when we came out the airport. I looked at the time at my cell phone to find that it was about seven. Homecoming was very similar, but yet it was different in every high school. The game would most likely start close to seven-thirty or eight. The killer would most likely strike when no one is around. I wasn't exactly a genius, but I could tell that he didn't want to be anywhere near large crowds.
We hitched a ride on a taxi. As the ride went on, I noticed Peter looked even more agitated than I felt at that moment. I could understand though. The time traveler told Peter specifically that he had to save the cheerleader. I was just an add-on. Peter sprung from his seat as soon as the taxi stopped at the Burnt Toast Diner. Cole and I followed behind.
The Burnt Toast Diner seemed to be a quaint café through the window. There were people enjoying their coffee and couples eating dinner together. Quite the opposite of New York. I've had to push through people to get a simple hot dog. When we came out of the taxi, a man standing outside the diner looking at a newspaper seemed to catch Peter's eyes.
Peter walked up to him. "Ando?"
The man turned around to face him. He had well-kept black hair and narrow eyes.
Peter shook his hand as Cole and I approached him as well. "Hey, I'm Peter Petrelli and this is my sister, Danni and her friend, Cole. How are you? I'm so sorry it took forever. I couldn't get a flight and the taxis in this town…We still have time. Where's Hiro?"
Ando didn't say anything. Instead he brought us inside the diner to a collage of pictures. So far, I didn't like where this field trip was going.
Ando pulled off a picture of a woman with red-hair and a man standing next to her, smiling awkwardly at the camera. It seemed to be a birthday party for her.
"Hiro traveled back in time to rescue Charlie," he said. "I told him it wasn't a good idea. Peter Petrelli might call, but he insisted."
Peter looked at the picture. "What happened to her?"
"She was killed."
That hit me right there. The killer must've been closer than I thought.
Ando pointed to a booth. "We were sitting right here. It happened so fast. Next thing we know, she was dead and the killer was gone in a flash like Okage."
"Who?" Peter and I both asked in unison.
"Boogeyman."
I nodded my head. "Got it."
"Hiro said maybe it's the same man who's going to attack the cheerleader," Ando continued. "I told Hiro a do-over is too risky. But Hiro says a man who is too afraid to use his power does not deserve to have power."
"That doesn't remind me of anyone," Cole muttered sarcastically.
I nudged him. "I'm a girl, not a man."
Ignoring our small dispute, Peter pulled a picture from his pocket. "I know when and I know where the cheerleader gets attacked. I have to stop him."
Ando's expression changed dramatically as he looked at the picture Peter handed him. "Is this you?"
"Maybe."
I took the picture from Ando's hands. My heart stopped when I saw the image: a man lying on the ground in a pool of blood under the sign "Homecoming" and a clock that read eight-twelve. That's not the scary part though. This man had a distinct resemblance to Peter.
"Is this what you were hiding from me?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"I didn't want to worry you." It was amazing how Peter had stayed this calm the whole time.
I didn't say anything to that. Peter's exact words were the reason why I hadn't told him of my recent predicament.
"You have a power, right?" Ando asked.
Peter paused. "Sort of."
"Super strength. You bend time and space like Hiro?"
"No, I…I kind of absorb the abilities of others, but only when they're close."
He seemed to be confused at the claim. "Hmm?"
"Truthfully, I…When I'm by myself I don't…I'm not really anything."
Ando faced me with a hint of hope in his eyes. "What about you? Are you special?"
"I wouldn't really call it that," I said.
"What can you do?"
Cole answered when I took too long of a pause. "She can manipulate the air. You know, she can fly, jump to high places and run fast if she wanted to."
"But I don't know if I can do all that yet," I told Ando honestly. "I really don't know a whole lot about my power."
Ando exchanged worried looks with both Peter and I.
"I've got less than an hour," said Peter, breaking the silence. "It happens at eight-twelve. I have to go." Peter headed towards the door. "You coming?"
I wasn't sure who he was referring to, but I answered anyway. "Don't even ask that, Pete. If anyone is going to prevent you from dying, it's going to be me."
"And I'm there with you too, man," Cole agreed.
"No," said Ando after a moment of hesitation. "I will wait for Hiro. Without him I'm not really anything either. Maybe you should wait too."
"There's no time." Peter swiped the picture of the painting from Ando. "I have to save the cheerleader."
Cole and I followed Peter to the door.
"But, Peter," Ando stopped us. "You die."
None of us said a word to the man. Peter walked out the door without a response to him.
I gave a sympathetic look towards Ando. "It was nice meeting you, Ando. I hope your friend comes back."
"I know he will and thank you. Good luck."
"You too, bud."
I quickly caught up with Peter, Cole traveling by my side. We didn't say a word to each other the whole way. I didn't even ask why we were walking instead of taking a taxi. But my question was answered as soon as Union Wells High School came into my view. The diner must've been only a couple blocks away. I'll admit: I was mad at Peter for not telling me. He could be gone in less than an hour and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I don't know what I would have done if I found out about the painting after his death. Peter was too important for me to loose. I already lost my mother; I didn't need to lose a brother either.
We entered through the main hallway of the school. Thankfully it wasn't locked. The dim hallway was completely vacant. The only sign of human life at the school was the commotion heard from the football game nearby. We walked through the hallway until Peter stopped at a glass case.
"Find anything interesting?" I asked him.
"Look at this," Peter pointed to the display.
I did just that. Inside there were various pictures of a blond girl holding an award and a banner reading: JACKIE YOU'RE OUR HERO. But that's not what caught my attention. A newspaper article resided within the glass case. The title of the article read: ODESSA HONORS LOCAL HERO. I went on to read the rest of the article. A girl named Jackie Wilcox had saved a man from a train wreckage that occurred a few weeks ago. I remembered seeing that exact wreckage on the news. The whole place was surrounded by fire. There was no way anyone would've made out alive or without any scars. But in the picture Jackie seemed to be in perfect condition.
"That must be her," I said to no one in particular. I took in Jackie's picture again. I noticed the smug smile on her face. "Or she's just a brainless blond in a cheer uniform who doesn't deserve this much credit."
Peter shot me an annoyed look.
"What?" I said defensively. "I had to say something."
"Let's just go look for her."
Peter took a step away from the case. But just as he did, a girl bumped into him dropping her bag.
"Oh! Sorry," she said.
"Sorry," Peter apologized back.
I got a good look at her as Peter went to pick up her bag. She was blond girl with green eyes and almost my height.
"That was my fault," she admitted sincerely. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
Peter handed her bag back to her.
She turned to walk away, but Peter stopped her. "Hey, do you…You know this girl, Jackie Wilcox?"
The girl turned back to Peter glancing at the glass case. "Yeah. Half time show starts in about five minutes. She'll be out in the field. She's a cheerleader."
Her tone was slow and careful. Like mine was when I was hiding something…Peter smiled down at her.
"Are you guys reporters or something?" she asked us.
"Alumni. I'm curious."
"And I'm his sister," I said to her.
Peter gestured to Cole. "And that's her boyfriend."
I shot a glare at Peter. Sure, now he decides to be my brother. I didn't say anything to his proclamation because of the girl who stood in front of us. But once she left, Peter didn't even have a prayer.
The girl turned to leave, but then turned back once again. "You know, between you and me, she's not that special, just your average teenage girl."
I smiled triumphantly to Peter. "See? I'm not the only one who thinks she's a bit of an airhead."
"Easy for you to say," Cole kept his voice under a low whisper.
I ignored Cole's small comment as Peter replied to the girl's opinion.
"She rushed into a fire and saved a man's life," said Peter. "That sounds kind of special to me."
The girl paused before answering. "Yeah, you're right. I'm jealous. She's our town hero. Me, I don't win too many popularity contests."
For the third time now, the girl turned to leave. Yet again, I began to suspect something about the girl. It wasn't that hard to see that she disliked Jackie whether she openly admitted it or not. I, myself, never had a "rival" at school. Anyone who decided to make me feel that I was nothing got a mouthful out of me. This girl was different though. She claimed something at one point and another she gave up on it all together. It didn't make any sense.
Peter shouted after her. "Hey, it gets better."
She turned to him with a confused look. "What?"
"Life after high school. It gets a lot better."
Finally, after giving a small smile, she went down the hall and turned the corner.
"That was interesting," I said.
"Yeah, she seems like a nice girl," Peter smiled.
"Oh, by the way," I punched him in the shoulder. "Cole and I are not dating. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
He rubbed his shoulder. "More than you should obviously. It'll happen, you can count on that."
"Whatever, I'm not even going to waste my time with this. We have to go find Jackie."
"Definitely," Peter nodded his head. "Let's go wait outside and see if she comes by."
A thought then occurred to me. "Actually, I'm gonna stick around in here. Just in case she passes through. I'll call you if it happens."
"So will I. Cole, are you staying here too or coming with me?"
"I'll go with you," said Cole. "If Jackie comes by Danni, it'll look a little scary if more than one person is asking her questions."
"Fair enough," Peter faced me with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I know I should have and I didn't. You've been honest with me since the beginning and you deserve the same from me."
A purge of guilt hit me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Peter, I didn't go to camp in Virginia. I was kidnapped by those people Nathan told you about. I don't remember anything that happened the past few days and now I have a mark on my neck. I wanted to tell you, but then you brought up the cheerleader thing and that seemed more important—"
"Danni, stop," Peter halted me in my rant. "I'm not mad that you kept this from me. I'm not really one to talk, as you know. I think that we should look into this though afterward. We can probably prevent other people from being in your situation."
Peter never ceased to amaze me. Even after discovering he didn't have that much time left, he still kept his optimism.
"That sounds great," I said in a low voice. "But we should concentrate on this first. You can worry about me later."
"I'll always be worried about you. Especially now. This guy can take you out as fast he took out Charlie."
"I won't let him. You might want to go outside now."
Peter gave a short nod before leaving for the door. "I'll see you soon then."
Cole faced me. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," I assured him. "If we can get Jackie before that guy does, then we don't even have to worry about facing him off."
"Sounds good to me. Be careful."
"You too."
Cole followed Peter without another word. I was alone in the hallway. I turned to look at the glass case once more. I hoped we could get to Jackie on time. Even a snob like her didn't deserve this kind of murder. I looked to the corner of my eye to see if Jackie had passed through yet, but there was nothing. My eyes moved to the other corner. I jumped a bit at the sight. A tall man in dark clothing stood next to me looking at the same glass case. He looked towards me at my reaction.
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't see you there."
The dark shadow over his face didn't allow me to see his expression. "It's quite all right. You seemed to be interested in the display. Do you go to school here?"
"No. My brother's alumni and I thought I check out the game."
"That sounds nice."
For some reason there was this eeriness around the man. I couldn't explain it. There was something in my gut telling me to get away. So I did. I walked away from the case and towards the changing rooms. I texted to Cole: GOING TO LOCKER ROOM TO WAIT FOR JACKIE.
I figured since I wasn't getting anywhere waiting in the hallway, it would be much more effective if I waited for Jackie to get out of the locker room. Not that I'm trying to be a creeper or anything of course. I easily found the girls' locker room. I waited to the side of the hallway for the cheerleaders to file out of the room. Within moments of me being there, a crowd of girls in white and red cheer uniforms came out of the locker room. I scanned for Jackie, but there had not been any sign of her. I began to worry when I saw the last girl come out (which of whom was not Jackie). Maybe she's still inside.
I looked to make sure no one was watching me. If she wasn't coming out on her own, I was going to drag her out whether she liked it or not. I marched inside the locker room. I saw no one inside, but I heard two voices echoing throughout the room.
"We used to be BFFs," said one voice. "What happened?"
"Maybe I've gained some perspective," said another.
I recognized the other voice to be the girl who had ran into Peter. She must've been a cheerleader too and she was blond like the girl in the painting too…Ugh, this was too much of a head-scratcher.
"I'm tired of being someone I'm not," said the girl.
The first voice scoffed. "Well, you've been trying to be me since second grade."
"And now you're trying to be me."
"How do you figure?"
"Your little heroic act of pulling the guy out of the burning train car," the girl mocked.
I stopped walking, listening intently to the conversation.
"It wasn't your heroic act. It was mine."
My mouth dropped. I knew it! We had the wrong the girl the whole time. She was right in front of me for Christ's sake! I quickly began to follow the voices.
"No, it wasn't," the first voice denied.
"I have it on tape. You know, a good friend of mine once said: it's more important to be honest with yourself and happy than popular. I think he got it right."
I felt myself getting closer. If only the voices didn't have to bounce off the walls.
I heard a locker slam. "Really? Sounds like a loser to me."
I didn't know this chick, but I seriously wanted to slap her. I cannot stand people who are universally shallow. Suddenly the lights went out. I froze. Something was wrong.
"Public schools suck," said the voice.
A chill crawled up my spine as I saw a shadow pass by me. I spun around, but nobody was there. I took in a deep breath. It's okay, Dan. It's just a blown fuse.
The girl seemed to be concerned as I was. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" her fellow cheerleader groaned.
I heard the voices traveling, so I moved along with them.
"Hello?" the girl called out.
"Stop it. You're freaking me out."
"I thought I heard something."
I was close, I could feel it. I had to get that girl out of there before something bad happened.
The other cheerleader seemed annoyed at the girl's concern. "You're imagining it. Let's go."
"Whoa."
I soon went into a run. I didn't care who heard me anymore. I wasn't the only intruder apparently.
"What is your problem?"
I barely heard what the girl said, but I feel the fear in her voice.
"What the hell?" the other cheerleader yelled.
I saw them step out of an isle of lockers. I continued to pace towards them.
"Something's not right," said the girl.
The girl next to her looked at her irritated. "No duh, we're missing the coronation. Believe me if you don't want to go out there and get that homecoming crown I'm more than happy—"
A sudden blood hurdling scream escaped from the other cheerleader as she disappeared into the isle. I ran as fast as I could. He was here. I quickly found myself to be next to the girl with green eyes who was staring into the locker isle with fear in her eyes. I looked in her direction and gasped. A tall dark man, almost a shadow, lifted Jackie Wilcox up against the lockers by her neck. Jackie let out small cries as she struggled to be free. Within an instant the girl with green eyes, jumped on the man's back.
"No! No! No!" she cried.
With no trouble at all, the man pushed her off his back. I stood there, frozen. I had no idea what to do. Jackie was being strangled and the cheerleader Peter was supposed to save was hurt. It was horrific to watch the scene. I could see the life slowly disappearing from Jackie's eyes. A loud scream escaped from Jackie's voice. I jumped on his back as the girl did before.
"Let her go!" I yelled.
As he had done to the other girl, he pushed me off his shoulder except I landed on the other side of the isle instead of being thrown across the room. A piercing pain came through my shoulder. Jackie's screams were soon muffled by the man's hand. My heart quickened its pace when I saw her head being sliced open without the man putting one hand on her. I looked towards the girl. She was spread out across the floor, covered in blood. A tear ran down my cheek. I had failed. The world was to be doomed.
Crack! My head snapped back over to the girl. She moved! She was alive! I watched in awe as the bruise on her arm slowly disappeared. But that's not what really amazed me. She got to her feet, her face almost disfigured. First her eye popped back into place then the tear in her cheek disappeared back to her flawless skin. This girl could heal. I got to my feet when I realized the man had noticed as well. Although my shoulder rebelled, I ran to her.
Jackie rasped her final breath. "Run."
The man dropped Jackie's lifeless body to the ground.
I grabbed her arm. "C'mon let's get going!"
We ran as fast as we could away from the man. Not one word was exchanged during the run. Before I knew it we were back in the hallway.
"Don't worry, we're almost there," I tried to reassure although I wasn't sure if it was for me or her.
I was put to a stop when my body collided with unmovable force. I looked up and saw Cole. I glanced over and saw Peter had bumped into the cheerleader.
"Are you okay?" Both Peter and Cole asked in the same concerned tone.
The girl looked ahead of Peter. I did so as well to find the man wasn't too far behind from us.
"Run! Go!" Peter demanded.
All of us broke into a run. I had no idea where we would go, but I didn't want to end up like Jackie.
"Keep going! Run!"
Peter had stopped in the hallway. I tried to turn around, but Cole wrapped his arms around me.
"Peter, no!" I screamed.
"Don't argue with him, Danni!" Cole almost dragged me out of the hallway.
We soon ran out of the hallway, coming into an outdoor amphitheater with the girl screaming in front of us.
"Don't stop, keep going!" Cole yelled out.
Cole and I scrambled up the stairs up to the cheerleader. She tripped while going up as well. Peter soon came to her aid in a flash. I smiled. He was still alive.
Peter helped the cheerleader up. "Hey. Hey. It's okay. Come on."
The shadow of the man soon appeared in the light as we traveled up the stairs faster. We stopped as soon as we approached the top of the stairs.
Peter looked at all of us with an intense look.
"What is it?" the cheerleader asked.
"Go to the stadium, okay? Find people. Find lights. He doesn't want to be seen."
I knew exactly where this was going. This was it.
"What about you?" the cheerleader asked desperately.
"Don't worry about me, just go!"
"You'll die!" I exclaimed to him.
"Listen to me and go!"
Cole wrapped an arm around my waist. "I got her, Pete, don't worry."
I screamed in disbelief. "You're in this with him?"
He didn't answer me. Cole pulled me along with him as ran towards the light with the cheerleader by our side.
"I have to stop it, Cole!"
"I promised Peter I would keep you safe. I'm not about to let you get yourself killed."
I kicked Cole in the in shin causing him to loose grip on me. I turned back to find both Peter and the man gone. Quickly taking my phone out of my pocket, I looked at the time: eight-twelve.
"We have to find Peter," I said running down the stairs.
A breathless voice came from behind me. "I'll come with you."
I turned to see the cheerleader standing next to Cole. Sympathy washed through me once I saw her. Blood stained her blond hair and bleed through her cheer uniform. If that hit me, then it was her watery eyes still crying from the incident that we had both witnessed.
I nodded before turning back to my original direction. "Fine with me. You're welcome to come too, Cole."
Poor girl. She had no idea what she was about to see. Neither did I, in many ways. Sure so far all of Mendez's paintings had come true, but there could be a slight chance that we prevented Peter's tragic death from happening. Besides, if I had learned anything this far into the mission, it would be that nothing seems to be what it appears.
All of us ran down the stairs of the amphitheater and swung around to the nearest door. The door quickly led us to a terrifying sight. My feet could longer move as the cheerleader quickly walked ahead of me, shocked at the sight as well. I did my best to hold back my tears, but they over powered me. And why was I crying, you ask? Well, I think you can figure out what happened. The painting had come true: Peter was lying in his own blood with his faded brown eyes open.
Cole came up beside me, taking me into an embrace. My head collapsed onto his shoulder, my tears staining his jacket. I couldn't believe it. He was really gone. Peter was—
A loud cough came from nearby. I lifted my head from Cole's shoulder and peeked in the direction of the coughing. I gasped. It was Peter! I sprinted from Cole and bent down with the cheerleader towards Peter.
The cheerleader was awestruck by the sight as well. "You…"
Peter groaned as he turned his hip over the right way. I looked away at the sight. I might have been more than happy Peter survived, but I didn't want to see the healing process. I looked back once he was breathing normally again.
"How did you…"
"Where is he?" was the first question Peter asked.
I searched for the murderer around me, but he was nowhere to be seen. That bastard must have ran away once he realized this was too much work for him. I clenched my fist. He could've killed Peter and walked away merrily without one inch of guilt in his system.
"I don't know," the cheerleader answered. "He ran away before we got here."
"Please," Peter breathed. "Go get some help, okay?"
"Okay, I'll be back." She got up to her feet. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Peter."
She looked to me expectantly. Apparently she wanted to know mine as well.
"Danni," I said.
"I'm Claire," she said to us.
"Are you the one?" Peter asked. "By saving you did I save the world?"
Claire shook her head. "I don't know. I'm just a cheerleader."
She ran in the other direction towards the lights ahead.
I faced Peter. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"After you left, he came and pushed us both off of the ledge above…the next thing I know I'm waking up with Claire standing next to me. I'm not even sure how I lived."
"You said you could absorb other people's abilities, so maybe you absorbed hers."
"That means she can heal," Peter said.
"Yeah, I saw her heal when he pushed her to a wall."
His eyes became wide. "You were there?"
I nodded my head. "I didn't know it would happen that early. I tried to help Jackie, I really did. It was too late and I wasn't strong enough."
I cringed at a sudden jolt of pain in my shoulder.
Cole knelt down with me. "Whoa, are you okay?"
"Sorta," I clenched my shoulder. "I jumped on him so that he would let go of Jackie, but he threw me against a wall of lockers. Now my shoulder's hurting."
"We'll get you to a hospital as soon as we can. Unlike Peter or Claire, you don't heal so easily."
Peter flashed a smile at me. "You did good, Danni."
"But Jackie—she…"
"There was nothing you could do. You did everything you could."
Police sirens soon blared around us. Peter quickly turned his broken ankle back into place before facing the red and blue sirens. The police came out of their cars with guns faced to us.
"That's the guy," said one police man. "He's the one in the overcoat the janitor saw. Put your hands on your head!"
I realized exactly what setting we were in. Peter sat in a pool of blood after a murder with Cole and I by his side. Such a great place to be by the way.
"What? He's not the real guy!" I yelled at them.
The police man pointed his gun at me. "Both you two! Put your hands on your head!"
Peter, Cole and I slowly placed our hands behind our heads. There was no use in arguing with these authorities considering we were on their side.
Another police man yelled, "What the hell? Look at all of that blood."
"It's not what you think, guys," Peter rasped.
"All right, hands up."
I soon felt a rough hand grab onto my wrist placing a cold ring around it. The hand did the same to my other wrist.
"What are you doing?" Peter demanded. "It's not us. He's getting away."
"Let's go. Stand up."
I carefully got to my feet as the police man behind me kept a tight grip on me. I was being arrested!
I struggled in his grasp. "You've got the wrong people! The real guy is getting away!"
The police man ignored me. I struggled as much as I could, screaming out my lungs that Peter was innocent. They pushed me into a car with Cole beside me. I looked out the window to find Peter in a different car. Our eyes met for one long moment. Had our moment of heroism cost us our lives as we knew it? If the killer was getting away, who would be his next target or would it still be Claire?
As the car drove away from the school, I began to contemplate on the past few weeks or so. Insanity was one way to describe it. It began with a dream and now here I was in the back of a police car. Had it been worth the confusion and the anxiety to save a single cheerleader's life?
Yes.
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