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A/N: Hello again! I'm deeply sorry for not updating last night, but I was out for dinner with my family for my cousin's Birthday, had ice cream cake, and then I got home late. Also, yesterday, I got a job placement at a coffee shop. Thing is, I was really nervous about it, for stupid reasons. Though, I think everything will be OK. Also, next week, because of this job course I'm taking, I'm going to try to go to bed earlier, since I have to get up early for said course. I don't know how this is going to affect my uploading schedule, but at least tonight, I'll make up for the lack of having a chapter last night! I'll let you know more of what happens, when the time comes.

Chapter 37: Secrets

Kevin's PoV:

As I'm running away from the Dunkin' Donuts, I soon hear being shouted, "Kid! Kid! Get back here!"

Of course, it's none other than the angry voice of Harry. Now that he realizes I've been let go, what's he going to do to Marv? He didn't treat him too kindly, to begin with, but what about now?

Now that I'm on the road, I look behind me, seeing the larger man chasing after me. As for Marv, he's chasing after his partner, protesting, "Harry! Harry! No! Leave him alone!" Since Marv is more agile than Harry, he's easily able to catch up to Harry. Though, Harry quickly reacts by pushing his partner to the ground.

"No, Marv! I'm not letting him get away! You're the idiot, who let him go!"

Once Harry shouts that, he continues chasing after me, leaving his partner on the ground. I didn't think he pushed him down that hard, but Marv isn't getting up from the side of the road to help me. I become fearful that the larger, older man will catch me, before his more agile, younger partner has a chance to stop him. Despite how cold it is right now, I really need to get away. Who knows? Maybe Harry will have a heart attack…

As I'm running, I so desperately want to shout out for help, but I know I need to save my lung capacity. When I look behind me again, I see that, surprisingly, Harry is easily able to catch up to me. Why is he easily able to catch up to me? Is it because of what happened to me tonight, causing me to be too weak to run faster? Or is Harry faster than I think he is? I don't know, but I need to keep going, in order to not find out what he's capable of, when he's angry… In a city like this, I'm surprised I haven't seen one car go by. How am I supposed to get help, if I don't see any other people? I really wish I would've ran toward the Dunkin' Donuts building… For sure, I would've been able to get help.

At last, it seems as though Harry's able to catch up to me, because of how slow my running has become. I feel his hand grab ahold of me by my coat's collar, as he pulls me back, nearly choking me. "Got you, you little shit!" He jerks me back and shakes me, as he yells at me. I can't seem to handle this, because of my emotions. I'm practically screaming on the inside.

With all that's happened tonight, I just let the tears pour out, as I beg, "Please! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry…"

"It's too late to be sorry, pal! You're gonna get it, once we get back to the car!"

"No! Please! I'm sorry! I just wanna go home! He hurt me!" I blurt out "he", even though I don't know who hurt me.

"I don't care, kid! You're coming with me, whether you like it, or not!"

He starts to force me back to the vehicle, still hanging on to me by my collar, but, almost instantly, we're met face-to-face with an unusually angered Marv. "Wanna make that 'we'?" Marv just stands on the side of the road, and with his long coat in this light, it's almost kind of scary.

"'We', huh? What ever happened to teamwork, Marv? You betrayed me just now. How do you think that makes me feel?" As Harry eerily replies to his partner, he still has ahold of me by my collar. I don't know why, but I'm unable to get away. I'm just mostly crying.

"The kid's been through enough, Harry. You and I both know that. So, give the kid a break, will you, Harry?"

"I don't care about what happened to him tonight, Marv!"

Harry pulls me along, once again nearly strangling me. Because of the state I'm in, I barely put up a fight. I just wish my parents were here to help me, but they never will be able to… Never again.

Though, it isn't long, before Marv stops Harry in his tracks, by placing his hand out in front of him. "Oh, I think you do, Harry. After all, you did feel sorry for him, didn't you? That's the whole reason why we took him off the streets, in the first place, isn't it, Harry?"

"No! It was because of the money!" Harry quickly answers.

"That's not so true, is it?"

"It is so true!"

"I don't think it is,"

"You do know who's boss here, don't you, Marv?"

"That doesn't matter. You know why you took him. Internally, you do,"

"Stop making up shit, Marv,"

Harry's not sounding so aggressive, anymore. I think it's because Marv's starting to get through to him. I think I know exactly what's going to be revealed. Though, I'm waiting patiently to hear it from either burglar's mouth; preferably Harry's. I even stop my struggling to do so.

"Why are you denying my words so much, if it's not true?"

"I'm not!"

"See? Again, right there, you're being dismissive,"

I'm surprised these words are coming from Marv, considering how dumb I always thought he was. Could it possibly be the other way around? After all, Harry's quite dumb for not getting my message last year, when I plagued my house full of goodies.

"What are you trying to get at, Marv?"

"That you feel compassion for the kid. Though, you're just not showing it,"

"Compassion?" Harry scoffs. "I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Oh, I think you do," Marv smirks. "Just admit, already. If not, I will."

"You wouldn't…"

"I would," Marv plainly replies, but still with a smirk on his face. Nothing else is said for another moment, before Marv asks, "Well? Are you going to tell him, or not? If not, I will."

I look up at Harry, as he becomes nervous. Unbelievably, in this cold weather, I believe I can see sweat starting to form on him. I now know exactly what Marv was trying to get at, because I can tell by the way Harry's acting, he's too ashamed to admit it. I don't know why, but a slight smirk starts to form on my face. I think once Harry admits the truth to the both of us, I'll be a lot better off…

Peter's PoV:

As soon as I wake up, my vision is blurry, as I'm surrounded by white. I feel like this is deja vu… Didn't I wake up in an ambulance like this? My head and neck hurt incredibly, as I look around me, seeing that I'm now in a hospital. I want to sit up, because of how uncomfortable I realize this position is.

As I try to reposition myself, someone enters the room, seeming to be a nurse. "Oh, Mr. McCallister, you shouldn't be doing that!" She seems overly concerned about me simply sitting up in bed. I'm not that injured, am I?

"What?… What's wrong?…" My voice is still very weak.

"You just shouldn't be moving too much with your head and neck injuries, Sir,"

She rushes over to the bed to try and lay me back down again, but I ask her, confused, "Why… Why can't I sit up?… They're just minor injuries…"

"I'm afraid not, Sir. Please, just lay down, and you'll recover as soon as possible, OK?"

"But… what about my wife?…" I hate talking in broken sentences. "Where's my Katie?…"

"Your wife is in the next room over. Don't worry, she'll be fine,"

"Are you sure?… She… She was hurt bad…"

"Believe me, you can thank the paramedics for what they did. Otherwise, you'd both be dead. I just don't understand why help wasn't given to you sooner,"

She starts to walk away from the bed I'm laying on, I believe to leave the room, but not before I question, "What do you mean?…"

"Well, the paramedics weren't called soon enough," She turns back around and explains to me.

"You mean… because of Officer Slader?…"

The nurse looks at me, stumped, before replying, "You know, one of the paramedics said that you had some sort of disliking for this Officer Slader. What ever did he do?"

"He… He's in charge of hurting my family like this… What else?…" Even though my sentences are still not quite formed, I try to state this to her in an obvious voice.

"Nah," She flicks her hand, in a dismissive way. "That only happens in the movies."

"I don't think so…" It's hard to be firm, when I'm so weak.

"Look, Mr. McCallister, you've been through a lot tonight. So, why don't you just lay down, get some rest, and you'll feel a lot better, once you wake up later, OK?"

"I'm telling you… it's the truth…" I almost sound like I'm on drugs or drunk, with the way my voice is.

"Look, get yourself some rest. You'll feel a lot better about this later,"

"No… Wait…" I try to stop her from leaving the room, but I'm not firm enough for her to listen to me.

I just lay here, at a loss and in disbelief at the lack of belief I'm receiving. I look at the nurse—who I still have no idea what her name is—leaving the room, and I have to wonder if either she and the paramedic are that dumb to not believe me or if they're up to something…

To be Continued…

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A/N: Thanks again! :D You know what you do next! Well, Kevin's been recaptured again, and we're about to find out Harry's secret! It's not how I was going to go about it, but things changed. What I was going to do for this chapter also changed, because I wasn't originally going to have it so that Harry's secret was revealed. What do you think it is? I'm sure you all can guess… Also, what do you think of Peter's thoughts in his PoV? Is what he's thinking perspire some bit of truth? Stay tuned to find out more! I hope you read the beginning Author's Note! I'll try my best to update this as best as I can! Just remember, my job placement isn't going to be every day, and it's only going to be for a month! After that, whatever job I have, it'll be part-time! Don't worry, I'll figure it out! Until then, take care! :D

- Majora's Mask Freak184