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Chapter 21: Peace and Quiet

Det. Moses stared at the killer in front of him. He longed to reach out and strangle him, just like he had done to his sister. He wanted to kill this man.

"Hi, we're your new butlers."

"Oh, of course. Come in, come in," he said slowly with a British accent.

He had sunken eyes, and a pasty look about him. He looked like one of the quiet butlers always seen in movies. He had the white hair to match the look as well.

"And your names are?"

"A.J. Moses," Moses said through gritted teeth.

"Joe Holmes."

"Ah sounds good. Well, I'll let you start your duties. You come highly recommended. We're glad to have you. Ms. Beatty will show you to the dining room," he gestured towards a woman dressed as a maid, "I'd like the dining room set for dinner. I'm expecting my friends. The usual crowd Ms. Beatty."

"Yes, Mr. Holden," she said reverently, "You two," she pointed, "follow."

She looked as though she had been much prettier in the past, and she walked with absolutely perfect posture. She believed she was the most important person in the household; even if Mr. Holden didn't.

"Holmes, she looks like she has a stick up her ass. What the hell is the plan?" Moses whispered.

"You'll see. Just follow my lead," Holmes whispered back.

"There's no time for talking boys. Be quiet."

"Right, Thanks."

Kurt looked in at Blaine. Just seeing him was a comfort, but now he just had to be okay. He was still a flat line. It was painful to watch. Kurt watched as the doctors and nurses yelled and tried to save his life.

Blaine looked at one of the rooms in the hospital. He walked in and saw Kurt standing next to the door. He was crying.

"Kurt! What's wrong? I'm right here Baby."

Kurt didn't even look at him.

"Kurt! I'm right here. Talk to me, please. I'm sorry about everything."

Kurt still didn't even look at him. Blaine looked up to the patient that was being treated. He was surrounded by doctors and nurses and Blaine had to walk right up to the bed in order to see who it was. When he saw who it was, he fell back. He saw him in the bed. He was the flat line they were treating.

"Blaine," a familiar voice said.

Blaine looked behind him and saw Kristy.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?"

"That's a good question. You're about to die Blaine. You have an important decision to make."

"What? I can't be dying. You're dying. Why are you here?"

"Well, I'm actually the Kristy that does die. Your Kristy is alive and sort of well."

"Sort of?"

"Well, she just woke up and things are not going as she expected. But, you'll see soon enough."

"I will?"

"Yes. The how will just depend on your choice."

"What is this choice you keep talking about?"

"Well, Blaine, you have to choose what you want."

"What do you mean?"

"You need to decide whether you want to live or die."

"Live or die? Me?"

"Yes."

"How long do I have?"

"All the time in the world if you'd like; I hope it won't take you that long though."

"Why are you here?"

"Why, I need to help you."

Blaine looked at this version of Kristy carefully. She looked just like the real thing, except that she was dressed in a white skirt and blouse.

"Kristy, how am I supposed to decide?"

"Well, they've stopped treating you. You're alive for now, but you'll flat line again in twenty minutes."

"Why do you keep doing this to Kurt? And doesn't that mean I have twenty minutes to decide?"

"No, you'll continue to flat line until you decide. You need to listen to Kurt for now. You can go see whoever you want as well."

Blaine looked at Kurt. He was sitting next to Blaine's bed. He was whispering to him.

"Blaine, you can't die on me you hear? Please forgive me. I didn't know about Kristy's cancer. I'm so sorry about everything. I should have believed you. I was wrong. I love you Blaine," Kurt whispered as tears fell down his face again.

"Kristy? You told him?" Blaine said looking back to her.

"Of course I did," she said smiling.

"What made you do it?"

"He came to visit and I couldn't keep it from him any longer."

"Can I go see you?"

"Yes, you can. Kurt will just continue to tell you the same things for awhile."

"Way to spoil it," Blaine said jokingly.

They walked down the hall a bit and turned into a room. The Kristy there looked broken and weak.

"Is it hard to see yourself like this?"

"No, I already know what happens. It's not the best thing to see, but I know everything's going to be okay."

"Is it really?"

"Yes, really."

"How come no one's in your room right now?"

"They had school. It took us a bit longer to get here then you may think. Besides, it was this you needed to see."

"How long has it been?"

"2 hours."

"Really? How is that?"

"It's what must be done. You need to see the important things."

"Why can't you show me everything?"

"My friend, I'm not God. I'm just your friend."

"But, you have to know what happened."

"Of course I do. I know what happened to everyone. I know what happens as well."

"What happens if I chose life?"

"Well, I can't really tell you. You'll have hard times just like everyone else, but on the whole your life is pretty great."

"That's a shitty answer."

Blaine was getting increasingly frustrated. He just wanted to know what he needed to do. He didn't want to see these broken people, he just wanted to know if he should live; if there was a reason to. Was there a reason to die?

"I can't help you decide Blaine. That's up to you."

"I know. I know. You keep telling me that, but nothing is helping me to decide."

"I have a few more things to show you. Two of them are in the future."

"And the rest?"

"Some are in the past, some are present."

"Great, let's go then. Why can you show me the future?"

"I can show you this because it's part of your decision. It's a potential reason to live."

"Great. Can we go already?"

"Of course, Blaine. This is all for you."

Detective Moses and Holmes followed Ms. Beatty until she was going down stairs to a cold room with unfinished walls.

"Umm, is the dining room down here?" Moses asked.

"Oh, you two are the best we've ever had. You are cops. Mr. Holden knows how to spot them. Besides, Mr. Moses, he recognized you. Your sister was his favorite victim you know. He kept her around for awhile. All that time you heard from her? That was Mr. Holden."

"You bitch!" he said lunging for her neck.

He held her in a chokehold for a minute, while Det. Holmes tried to get him off. She slumped to the floor before he could.

"I knew this was freaking stupid idea!"

"Stop it. Now we're in. Now we go find Mr. Holden."

"You've got to be kidding me. This is obviously a trap. Can't we just get out of here?"

A note dropped to his feet. The door shut, with Mr. Holden waving at them.

Dear Mr. Moses and Mr. Holmes,

You two will be the best treat yet. We've been waiting for you. Enjoy the peace and quiet, because all hell will break loose soon.

Sincerely,

The Captive Audience

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