With Gwen...
She went back to her own house so that she can try to figure some things out. As her mother and brother were away in the city of Ottawa for a month, she had to make sure that this guy is taken care of before they get back to Leafston. With her family on her mind, Gwen had to figure out who this is before they came back to town.
Pacing her living room, the goth was still trying to put together who this person is. Whoever it is, she knows for a fact is out to get Duncan mostly. Considering that Duncan bullies everyone, it doesn't really surprise her one bit that it could be anyone in this town. It could be Cody, it could be Noah, it could be Owen, Izzy, Trent, anyone literately.
With all of those thoughts in mind, Gwen is starting to wonder who she should and shouldn't trust in this town...
While she was in a deep thought, Gwen heard the sound of her door being knocked on. She has no idea what kind of person was behind the door, and she didn't trust it one bit. Gwen picks up a baseball bat that was leaning on her couch, and headed for the door to make sure that she wasn't in any sort of danger.
Gwen leans on the door, keeping her bat close to her. She looks through the window on the top of the door, before realizing that some girl was outside. The girl outside was, in fact, Bridgette. Gwen had no idea who she was, so she decided to answer the door, wondering if she was anyone worth trusting or not. She opens the door, as Bridgette was waiting patiently for the goth to answer.
"May I help you?" Gwen asked the surfer girl outside.
"Uh...hi, I'm actually new in town, and...I wanted to see if you were busy or not." Bridgette said, waving a hand at her. "I kind of overheard the conversation that you had with those three people that you were with." Gwen raises an eyebrow, wondering if it's the same conversation that happened this afternoon.
"Was on of the boys wearing a red vest?" She asked, causing Bridgette to nod her head. "Okay...and were the other two sisters wearing red?"
"They were sisters? I didn't know that."
"Look, I don't like being rude, but considering what has been happening in the town recently, I'm afraid that I should be hanging out with other people later. Right now, I have two people that I have to protect before they get back from Ottawa. So may you please leave?"
"But...concerning your mystery...I need to confess something to you..."
"What is it? What do you know about what's been happening around town?"
Bridgette looks behind herself, before walking into the house. Gwen was confused still, raising an eyebrow as Bridgette walked into her house. But she didn't question this, as she didn't want to accuse Bridgette of anything, not yet. Gwen closes the door, as she followed Bridgette into her living room.
It was when the surfer girl approaches Gwen's couch that the conversation actually began. Bridgette spoke to the goth, keeping her back turned from her as she did so.
"Okay...to get this out of the way, my name is Bridgette. I've moved here recently, and...damn it, I feel like I tell my personal life to everyone I meet, when I really don't want to talk about it and move on. But..." The surfer girl stopped talking, before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "Anyways...what I'm trying to say is that I've moved in this town recently, and I got myself a job around here, and...it feels like things are about to be pretty fine for me and my mother. But then...I'm afraid that I've gotten myself involved in this little mystery, by accident." Gwen crosses her arms, wondering where this was going still.
"Okay. How'd you get involved?" Gwen asked her.
"I told Geoff already, and he and I are worried if our days are numbered or not. You see...I went into Duncan's house wanting to talk to him about my concerns about me and my mom being in this town. Looking around the house, I was upstairs when...some mysterious person in a jacket with the hood over his or her head came into the room. I was under the bed when entered and found the note on the bed that said that Duncan and his friends were heading off to a garage with a plane inside of it. All he did was look at the note and then...walked away...to where, I don't know, but it definitely looked like he was looking for Duncan this morning." Gwen nods her head.
"I know that. But...why would you put yourself in that kind of danger to begin with?"
"I needed to know if my mom and I are safe in this town. We didn't decide this town, knowing that there's some psychopath roaming around, on the hunt for some of the people here, acting like it's some horror movie."
"Alright. You calm down. When it comes to all of this, I'll be the one to take care of this bastard before he gets to Duncan or any of his friends." Gwen picks up the baseball bat again, nodding her head as she stared at it. "I've seen enough horror movies to know how to survive a situation like this. From Friday the 13th, to Halloween, to Anaconda, to Dawn of the Dead. I think that I can handle this guy." Bridgette didn't really seem to fond of this idea.
"But...wouldn't YOU get killed attempting to do this?"
"I have family I have to protect to in this town. If I end up dying, then it'll be for them, as well as Trent." Bridgette raises an eyebrow, wondering who that guy she mentioned was. "Trent is my boyfriend by the way." Gwen picks up a backpack off of the coffee table, then places it onto herself. "I believe it's finally time that this asshole is buried six feet under." Bridgette still seemed worried about all of this that Gwen's putting herself through. "Just stay with your mother and don't worry about me. I'm sure I'll be fine out there."
"If you say so." Bridgette walks pass the goth, before walking off to her own house. 'I sure hope she'll be alright out there tonight...' Bridgette said in her thoughts, as she was walking away from the goth's house.
Back with Noah and Emma, the two were sitting on the couch, trying to process all that has happened back at the police station. Noah hated the idea that he ended up trying to be nice, only ended up biting him in the ass. Now all three remaining bullies want his head on a platter, and Chris probably doesn't trust him one single bit after he brought up that he was there when Scott got attacked and he did nothing.
Thankfully for Noah, the people who he was friends with couldn't really blame him for not attempting to fight back. Owen was one hundred percent on his side, even if Noah wasn't wanting anything to do with him. So that was good, at least.
"So...tonight is going to be a living hell." Noah said, shaking his head in disgust. "God only knows how things are going to play out when he finally sleeps at my house for a couple days. Too bad he hates my guts now that I've told him the truth."
"Truthfully, we all got blood on our hands, the more I think about it." Emma said, crossing her arms. "I'm not blaming you for what happened, but if they are saying that you're the reason that this is happening, then...me, and Jo are also responsible for Lightning's death, since...we were there during his death, and we just aloud it to happen. If that makes any sort of sense." Noah nods his head silently.
"You know, for one single mistake, there's no need to take all the blame for it. I was there too." Noah looks down to the floor, shaking his head. "I don't get this weirdo who's going around, going after these guys. I hate Duncan and his friends more than the next guy, as well as a majority of every other student in this town. But...who would do something like this, really? I don't get it." Noah then looks over to Emma. "Did you hear anyone else, outside of those bullies is dead?" Emma shook her head.
"I don't think anyone is dead, aside from Scott and Lightning. And it's already day three or four when all of this has happened." Emma stood up from the couch, before looking over to her new boyfriend again. "Is there anyone from the college that we haven't thought about yet? Ones who hate Duncan with a passion, aside from you and Cody?"
Noah sat there, thinking to himself, trying to figure out who else hated the bullies. He and Cody were obvious. Then there's people like Harold, Cameron, Sam, and Ellody who they went after as well. Then he remembers that there was a guy named Mike who seemed suspicious, but doesn't think he's really a bad person by the looks of him. But then again, who's even trustworthy in this town anymore? Noah had no idea.
The guy stood up from the couch, before remembering that he had a picture of some of his other students in his desk. The boy went over to his TV stand, pulling out a small bag that he had when he went to college a couple years ago, looking inside to see the photos were still in there. He walked over to the coffee table, kneeling down beside it.
Looking through the photos, he found one photo of Harold. Somebody with orange hair with glasses and a dark blue t-shirt with a hamburger on it. He always hated Duncan, because...for obvious reasons, Harold is a major nerd. Not that that's a bad thing though. But could he really do something so vile? Noah had to find somebody else.
Then he found a picture of him and Cameron at a table outside of their college playing chess. Cameron was shorter than Noah, wearing glasses, had dark skin, as well as a red sweat-shirt. Since Cameron really has a fascination for machinery, it could explain why the metal rod that killed Lightning came out of nowhere at a fast rate. But by the looks of the person at the playground, it seemed pretty taller than Cameron. So he's pretty much off the hook, for now anyway.
Still looking through a couple more photos of his friends, Noah found only a lot of people that would be the most likely picked. All that he mentioned, from Harold to Ellody, was really all he could find that were people that those bullies went after the most. Nobody that could do something so malicious.
But that's when he discovers a photo that had a person that he met while he was looking for clues. He completely forgotten that this girl and her boyfriend was also involved in those bullies lives too. He hasn't spoke to them in awhile, so he had to see where they lived, or hope that he stumbles upon the two once again. He stood up from the floor, looking at the photo that was in his hands, before turning his head towards his new girlfriend.
"What did you discover, Noah?" Emma asked him.
"I believe that I have a person to meet tomorrow." Noah said. "Hopefully, they are willing to talk to me about what has happened." Noah places the photo into his vest pocket.