"Hello?"

"Hey, Ema. It's me Rachel."

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I got this voice message from Andrew... He was grey all over. His skin, that is. He mentioned about if I get his message that I should never get involved."

"Let me guess? You're getting involved."

"Of course, I am. I don't understand what has happened, but he was terrified and bloody. I got to find him. And fast."

"Why? What was his background?"

"It looked metal in the background. A ship, perhaps."

"But why are you going against his response?"

"I don't know. But he needs me. The last time we met each other, he was interested in finding this new criminal. According to the data he showed me, this criminal is some kind of lab gag."

"Uh, oh... That could be bad. May if I send over my troop mates when you need us?"

"What's your files?"

"The same dude. He's in the Louisiana area, now. Could that be where Andrew had headed?"

"That's what his father told me. Since Donalad went with Andrew, hopefully when I meet him, we can find Andrew."

"But Rachel?"

"What?"

"What about AJ?"

"My Dad's watching my son. He'll be alright."

"What if you never return home?"

"I will, if that's the last thing I do," I shut my phone off and drove from the rest spot. I had to find Andrew... especially after his last message which shocked me all over. I had to help him. Even if it means I had to fight my way to him.

It was late afternoon when I reached the destination. It was still sunlight, but it was going to be dark soon. I took a walk down to the pathway and went up. I saw a huge mansion stationed before me. I went to the gate, but finding it locked, I turned to see if there was another path.

I thought about my son, as I searched for traces of Andrew. What if his daddy had gone mad? I feared for Andrew's life. I couldn't raise the child on my own.

I found another house down the crooked path from the mansion. I ran up to the patio and tried the front door. It opened immediately, but it didn't stop me.

Inside this house, was overturned stuff. There were broken boards and broken glass everywhere. The hallway led to the kitchen, where I saw plenty of breaks. I noticed the dinner table was set... dirtily. Before on the edge, was a crock pot. I got curious and opened the pot... I got sick the second I opened it. Roaches crawlled about my skin. I dropped the lid, which shattered, and I wiped my arm off. My skirt was tight about my legs for support, but I feel over. I crawled away from the roaches the size of my middle finger.

Finally, I got up and ran from them. I was such a pussy towards bugs. I ran to the living room where all was thrown apart. I was scared now, but there was no time to turn away. I found a door which when downstairs. I had to go, I wanted to find Andrew. I went downstairs into a strange basement. I was terrifed, you might think. I thought about my son as I walked down the hallway. I entered this one room where I found a handgun.

For my fear of my life, I grabbed it and inserted the bullets that were next to it. I wanted to be safe, so I prepared myself.

I found out that as I walked, there were roaches everywhere. I knew there must be dead bodies somewhere. I walked and walked, filling myself from different rooms full of bullets, which frightened me. I never held a gun in my life, but my conscience was saying carry it.

I came to the end of the hall, finding nothing. I found in another room as I turned a few tools that I picked up. As I left that room, I came into some storage... where there were bags of blood and meat. I had to hold my nose it was so gross.

Then, after I left the storage, I saw a cell... It was lighted up. I saw a body lying on the bed inside... I gasped. I saw the door was chained shut. I took out a pair of pilars that I had found earlier and clipped the chain in half. I opened the door and ran to the body, I recognized him, "Andrew? Andrew!"

The body was still alive. Andrew turned to see me, "Rachel? What are you doing here?"

"Andrew, I had to come and save your life. What's going on?"

"What happened?" Andrew looked around for a minute, but then, he jerked up and grabbed me, "Come on... Daddy's coming!"

I tried to hesitate, "What? Daddy? Your father is in Kansas."

"Shush up, and follow me. I know a way out of here. But we have to be quiet."

Andrew took my hand and led me to a quiet pathway. He looked at me, "Come with me."

He went in through the tight space. I followed behind him, hoping there was a reason to this. Andrew looked behind him to see if I was following. He led me to this living space and said, "We're almost there. Come on..."

I answered, "Andrew, what's going on? You have to tell me what's wrong."

"There's no time."

"Andrew... What about our son?"

He looked at me like he was dumbfounded. Then, I realized. Andrew had forgotten everything, "Andrew... I'm your wife. My father is holding my son so I can come and save your life."

"I have a son?" Andrew sat on the couch and looked at his boots. I decided to explore in the other room while he sat to recall everything. I was so thankful my son wasn't with me. He is only eight months old at this time and already crawling. I recall that beautiful day when Andrew played with his boy just before he got called into this case. AJ was this close to walking until the he fell. Andrew was so scared, thinking he 'broke' the baby, but I made sure he didn't feel that way... Now my baby can walk a little bit... And his first words was "Dada," just the other day.

As I recalled the event, my daydreams were cracked when I heard Andrew screaming in the other room. As I ran to help him, I heard him clearly, "Leave me alone! Don't hurt me! Help me!"

As I entered the small living place, it was empty. I looked over to the left and saw the wall that was there was now broken. I went into the gap and saw a stairway. I ran up the stairs with a feeling of fear. I opened the door and found myself back on the first floor of the house. I was scared and called for Andrew, not thinking there could be someone following me.

As I explored the house, I noticed that I heard knocking. I didn't know where the front or back doors were, but it came from the basement. With all fear trembling in my heart, I went over to the door and opened it.

"Hello?"

The stairway was dark. Until I noticed something was crawling up the stairs. I saw Andrew coming up, "Andrew!" I cried, in joy...

Andrew looked up, growling at me. I went down to help him by he stood up and said, "You should'nt never came!" And threw me up back to the first floor. I was full of surprise and fear. Andrew had a knife in his hand. I took out my handgun and said, "Andrew... You have to stop!"

"Go away! Get out of there!"

I was terrified and fought with him. That knife was basically touching my eye as I pushed him over. I had to... I thought our son and my life... I shot at Andrew. I shot until he fell down... dead.

I was crying my eyes out, knowing that I was a goner. I killed my own husband. I ran from the scene as the phone in my pocket rang. I answered, seeing it was my father-in-law.

"Hello?"

"Rachel? What happened? When are you crying?"

"Andrew went mad! I had to kill him 'cause he was trying to kill me!"

"What? That's not Andrew... Is he dead? Where's Donald?"

I walked over to see his corpses... but I screamed.

"Rachel! What's wrong?"

"I swear I killed Andrew... He's not here... But his blood... Daddy, what's going on?"

"I don't know... I give you one thing, get out of that house. I'll call you in a little while. I'll search the criminal records to find out what could be the case."

"Okay..."

"I love you, Rachel... Take it easy... Is Andy with you?"

"Andy's with my father."

"Good. Bye."

I hung up the cell phone looking over Andrew's blood. I couldn't believe he disappeared. I turned around and went to the corner of the room, and then, he came out.

"Hey, honey..."

"Andrew?! But you're dead..."

"I know you didn't mean that."

I noticed that his left hand, which bore our signet of marriage, was hiding behind his back. I grew fearful as his loving gesture went viral.

"Andrew... Why are you doing this to me?"

Then, he grew angry and threw me against the wall, "But you shouldn't have done this!"

I was threw over to another wall as I saw his left hand pull out a screwdriver. I screamed in agony as he threw the screwdriver through my own left hand into the wall. He got up and ran from me. I was screaming so much and painfully took the screwdriver from my hand. I was crying and holding my hand in place.

I was going to be sick. Andrew was gone. I walked kinda miserably about, trying to find my way out. I had to get out of here, and get his father on the line...

"Hey, Rachel."

Not again... I turned to see Andrew coming towards me. I was still crying. My face too was bloody from my arm's blood. I yelled, "What do you want from me?"

Andrew looked sweet, but I couldn't trust him. He came up and said, "You did so much wrong."

I saw that same knife in his hand. I ran and picked up an ax that was lying on the floor. I heard his attack cries. I turned and swung the ax in his own arm. Revenge, they call it. This was self-defense.

Andrew cried out in anger pain. He came back around and I swung the ax into his neck. I saw him cry in pain and finally drop to the ground. I was terrified as Andrew fell to the ground. I ran from there and went down into the basement. I fought my way through numerous of rooms and hallways just to get myself safe. As I ran, I saw Andrew coming over. He gripped me by my shirt and bra and said, "Oh, Rachel. You know I didn't mean that."

I was scared but managed to say, "What happened to you, Andrew?! You need to tell me..."

Andrew shammed me up against the wall again. I was screaming for my life. He shammed his fist in my face and I fell to the ground. He ran off in the other corner. I picked up my phone wanting to call for help, but saw that someone had called me and that I missed it. I limpped over to the window and found a signal. I searched the call log and found a familiar name. I answered his miscall and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rachel! Long time, no hear. It's been a while, you know."

"Malachi... What do you want?"

"Rach? Are you okay? You - You sound pretty upset."

"What do you wants? Please... Answer me."

"Huh? Well, I haven't heard much of you since you were found. I was wondering if I come over to your house and ask for a date?"

"It's been four years... I am married right now. I have a child."

"Rachel... What's going on? What's happening?"

I didn't want to tell Malachi about what happened, but I did anyway, "Andrew is the officer that saved my life... He married me and we had a son with each other... He just recently went to duty and he was supposed dead. But I got a notice that he is alive... I have come to save him as a reward for saving me..."

"Wait? You're married and you didn't tell me?! Does that explain why you haven't messaged me on Messager?!"

"Please... I got to go and get help... I got to go..."

"Rachel... I'm here for you. Tell me... I'm actually here at the police station. Your dad told me that you were off somewhere."

I shook in my voice, "Andrew attacked me... It is so off for him to do that. Something happened to him."

"Tell me."

"He cut my hand off..."

"What?"

"Malachi, I'm in Louisiana... Help me..." I heard behind me Andrew's voice. I cried into the phone, "Help me before he kills me!"

My phone lost connection as I ran. I hid my phone and gripped my bleeding arm with my good hand. My face was probably bruised and bloody too. I ran about the house, hoping to find myself out of it. Andrew caught up to me and gripped my bloody arm, "You're coming with me."

"No! Andrew! No! DON'T HURT ME! HELP!"