Heero hung up the receiver. It was the 7th time he'd tried to call Trowa, but no one was answering. It bothered him, maybe something had happened… a wreck maybe, and Trowa had been caught in it.
"You should stop worrying Heero," Relena said softly, watching him pace back and forth. Heero just looked at her. Maybe she was right. Trowa wasn't helpless; he had been in things far worse than car accidents. He was probably out with some girl.
* * *
Johnny walked onto his porch stopping to see a shadowed figure sitting on the old porch swing, rocking back and forth slowly. He squinted to see who it was, then sighed with relief. It was only Trowa.
"Your parents were worried about you, Johnny. He continued to rock back and forth, his eyes set in front of him. Johnny shook his head, "Man you talked to them? Did they seem mad?"
"More like… terrified." Trowa smiled looking up at Johnny. "You see Johnny, people get worried when their kids don't come home. Do you ever think about that?" Johnny shook his head slowly.
"No, I guess you didn't, did you Johnny." Trowa stood slowly. "But I took care of that for you, since we are friends and all. I don't think they are worried about you anymore."
Johnny grinned, nodding his head. "Man, thanks Trowa, you're a real pal."
Johnny stepped inside, standing in the doorway. Blood was smeared everywhere. On the walls, the floors, the staircase. He turned to Trowa, horrified. "What the hell did you do?" he yelled. Trowa smirked.
"I told you they weren't worried anymore." He rammed a knife through Johnny's stomach, supporting him as he doubled over in pain. "Should have been home on time Johnny," Trowa said softly, "Then maybe you could have heard your mother screaming when I ripped your father open."
Trowa pushed him back onto the floor, cleaning the blade on Johnny's shirt. He smiled at the little girl who was now standing at the bottom of the stairs, clutching her stuffed bear. Trowa turned, walking off toward the street, disappearing around the corner.
* * *
16-year-old Johnny Whitman and his family were found murdered this morning in their own home. No one is for sure who the culprit was, or why five-year-old Elizabeth Whitman was spared her life. There are no leads as to who this murderer is, or what his motive was. Officials say we could have a serial killer on our hands, so keep your children inside, and lock your doors.
Heero turned off the TV, looking over at Relena. She seemed angry, and surprised at the same time. "Who… why would anyone want to hurt someone. Especially in a place like this?" Heero remained silent. The phone began to ring; he reached over, picking up the receiver.
"Hello?" It was Duo. "Heero! Hey buddy, guess who's coming to visit you in the Sanq kingdom." Heero rolled his eyes, "Who?" Duo laughed. "Wufei. Seems you are his number one suspect to that whole murder deal."
Heero jumped up, yelling, "Number one suspect! He hasn't even gotten down here yet, and I'm his number one suspect!" Relena stared at him blankly. "Hey Heero, calm down man. I'm not even suppose to tell you this, I just wanted to warn you before he got there."
Heero slammed down the receiver. He walked to the front door, throwing it open. Relena stood slowly. "Where are you going Heero?" He slammed out the door without saying a word.