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Chapter 13: Needles

Blood dripped on the hardwood floor: drip, drop, drip, drop, drip. The blood was such a deep red that it actually seemed unreal, yet there was not anything that was more real at that moment. Jacob dropped the recorder to the ground. It flipped over two times and landed in the blood pool forming beneath Renesmee's body.

"Ugh!" Rosalie doubled over and dry-heaved. Emmett placed his hands gently on her naked back. "Don't touch me!" she yelled, stepping away from him. "You are all bastards! How the hell could you not save her?"

Bella tumbled backwards, light-headed, and smacked against the wall. She slowly slid down and put her head in between her legs. Edward was not there to comfort her; he was already reaching for the key. He pulled it off of the wire and slipped it in his pocket.

Rosalie's question went unnoticed, but Edward's actions were seen. "Why do you think that you get to carry the keys?" Jasper asked. "Who died and put you in charge?"

"That's not funny," Jacob said, glaring at Jasper. "People are dying here, and you can just say something like that?"

"I'm with Jasper here," Emmett said, ignoring Jacob. "Why do you get to keep the keys? You might be the next one to go."

"Then, I guess you will just have to dig them out of my pocket on my corpse." Edward pushed past them and walked out of the room.

"Wait up!" Bella said, standing up. "Get your ass back here, Edward!" Slowly, Edward reappeared in the doorway. "We need to talk this over. This is real; it's not longer a game. Two people are dead."

"Thanks, Sherlock," Rose said in a sarcastic tone, "I would have never figured that out. That's what I'm trying to say here. How can we just stand here and act like nothing happened? Alice and Renesmee are dead, and it is technically our fault."

"It is," Jake said, taking one last look at Ness. "You five could have done something, but instead, you chose to let her die a cruel death. And Alice was treated poorly downstairs; she died without a happy bone in her body. We are better than this."

Edward could not stay silent any longer. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I just want out of here. No matter what it takes, I am getting out of here. Now, either you are with me or against me. The line gets drawn here."

A pin could have dropped, and if it were to hit the floor, the noise would have been deafening. Jacob took a step backwards away from Edward. Bella stepped towards Edward, agreeing with his beliefs. Emmett, not even hesitating, stepped towards Edward. Jasper, his point of view changing, moved next to Jacob. Rosalie stood in the middle, seeming neutral.

"You guys are motherfuckers." She took a step back and stood with Jasper and Jacob.

"Fine," Edward said. With that, he turned around. Bella walked away with him, and Emmett stared at Rosalie. He felt betrayed. Slowly, he turned around and walked with Edward and Bella.

Jasper and Rose looked at Jacob. "We're sorry," Jasper said, speaking for Rose. "We could tell that you liked her and that you wanted to help."

Rosalie put her arms gently around Jacob. She kissed his cheek. "It will be okay." Then, they walked out of the room behind Edward, Bella, and Emmett.

Edward took the lead, slowly walking down the hallway. He jiggled the doorknob of one door, but it did not open. He did not dwell on it any further. He walked past it and turned, continuing down the hallway. When it led to a door, he stopped.

"This can't be right," Bella said, staring at the door. "If it leads to a dead end, what good is that going to do?"

For once, Edward was quiet.

"There was another door," Jasper said, coming up from behind. "Where Alice's test was; that was a door."

"Shit," Rose voiced, "We didn't even think of going through that door. Maybe things would have been different."

"It's too late now." Edward grabbed the doorknob and pushed open the wooden door.

He took a cautious step into the bright room. There was table in the middle with a box set on top of it. On top of that was a tape recorder. Bella screamed out in terror.

"What the hell is wrong?" Emmett asked, not seeing what she saw.

The tape recorder had 'Bella' written on it.

"I'm leaving," she said, turning around. She pushed past Emmett and Rosalie, but she could not get past Jacob and Jasper.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Jasper asked, holding her by the arm. The pull tugged at the gouge on her arm, and it started to bleed again. Bella whimpered.

"Renesmee and Alice had to get tested; what makes you any different?" Jacob tightened his grip on her other wounded arm, and it began bleeding as well. Bella cried.

"Stop!" Edward said, pulling her away from them. "Let her go." Edward held onto Bella's hands and stared into her bloodshot eyes. "Take deep breaths; you'll be okay."

"Now all of a sudden, you gain a heart?" Jacob voiced, anger in his tone. "Because your precious Bella is put to the test?"

Edward almost fought back, but Bella stared into his eyes, stopping him before he could begin. Then, Bella took a step forward, pulling out of Edward's grasp. She walked towards the recorder, her heart pounding. She shaking hand grabbed it and pressed the 'Play' button.

"Bella, it's time a play a game. In the box before you, there are twenty needles." Bella whimpered. "In one of the twenty needles, there is a key, one of the keys that are necessary to open the door to your freedom. In order to reveal which needle holds the key, the liquid inside of the needles must be shot into your blood stream." A tear fell from Bella's eyes.

"Once you have found the key, feel free to break the needle and remove the key from the glass. Choose your needles wisely. As you probably know, only a few needles can cause a person to overdose. Good luck."

Bella dropped the recorder to the ground. Slowly, she turned around. "I can't do this. I'm going to die."

"You have to, Bella." Edward's voice was hopeful. "You need to get the key, so we can get out of here."

Bella nodded her head and turned back around. Her hands rested on the box and popped it open. It held large needles full of a white, pasty liquid. Bella cried out. "It's heroin! I'm a heroin addict, and he wants me to shoot up this much heroin?"

"Take the ones that are closer to the bottom of the box," Emmett said, giving his two cents. "He probably put the one with the key at the bottom."

That gave Bella hope. She quickly dove for five on the bottom of the box. She popped off the lid of one and slowly slid it in her arm. She cried out as she pushed it into her vein; her arms were still bleeding. She shot the liquid quickly and pulled the needle out. She stared at the clear needle: no key.

She grabbed another one and pushed it into her vein. She could already feel the high of the first needle. Her sight blurred as she injected more heroin. She looked at the needle once more: still no key.

Again, she took another needle and shoved it in her arm. Her knees were getting weak as she put more heroin in her body. Once more, there was no key. She put two more doses of heroin in her left arm, but still, there was no key.

"This isn't working!" she yelled, her words slurred. Her head was spinning, and her heart was racing.

"Try some of the top needles now!" Edward hollered.

Bella grabbed the needle on the very top and stuck it into her arm. Her hand was shaking so badly that she could barely push the liquid into her vein. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she finally injected it. She collapsed backwards onto the floor, her eyes completely open. They were bloodshot, and her face was sickly. Still in her arm, her last needle held the key.