Author: LoneGirl189

Title: Six Down

Rating: R

Notes: Disclaimer in first part, and yes, my sister beta read for me again on this part.





Claire stood up and slowly walked to the door, opening it and listening for Darien's footsteps. She didn't hear him, so she slipped out the door, shutting it quietly behind her, and took the long way around to the keep. She had just reached the stairs when she heard Darien yelling for her after he had discovered she was no longer in the Official's office.

She ran the rest of the way to the keep. She had to warn Bobby about Darien. She got to the keep door, quickly swiped her keycard through it, and walked in.

"Bobby I...." she trailed off as she realized he wasn't in sight. "Bobby?"

She walked around the divide, her fear almost stopping her as she finally came into view of the other side of the divide. She stepped back and fell, knocking over a cart as she tried to get away from the site in front of her.

She sat there with her hand over her eyes sobbing, unable to look. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there like that, when she finally opened her eyes to look.

He had been shot at least five times, the first four wounds hadn't stopped him. She noticed for the first time that there must have been some kind of shoot out by the bullet holes in the walls and equipment. Then she looked back at the body.

He'd been shot in the shoulder, twice in one leg, and once in his left arm. Blood was seeping out of the wounds and slowly crossing and covering the floor. His clothes were all stained wit it, and his gun was in a puddle on the other side of him.

The last bullet wound was in the head. That was the part making Claire feel like she was going to vomit. Most of the left side of his head and face were gone, and all that was left was a bloody, disgusting mess.

Claire forced herself to stand, and then noticed that the samples were ready. She took a deep breath, and walked forward. She had to walk through the blood puddle in order to get to them. She ignored the fact that she could feel how slipper it was as she made it to the samples, then quickly walked back over around the divide in the keep.

She didn't know why, but she needed to see the actual proof herself, that Darien had done what she thought he had done. She walked back out the keep, and started walking down the hallway towards Alex's office. She would check the samples against the database, and she could call the police.

She made it halfway down the hall when she heard the footsteps, and then the voice.

"Claire? What's going on?"

She turned around to walk backwards, never stopping moving and saw Darien standing there.

"Claire? Why is there blood on your shoes?"

She turned back around and ran for the stairwell. She heard his footsteps as he started to run after her, yelling her name, and telling her that she should stop, but she didn't. She almost fell as the heel on her left shoe snapped, but she stopped herself from falling, abandoning her shoes, but she had stopped long enough that Darien had almost caught up with her.
She finally reached the door and got through, but before she could close it, Darien stuck his foot in between it and the door jam.

"Claire, let me talk to you," he said as he tried to force the door open. She was crying hysterically out of fear at this point, trying to force the door shut.

"CLAIRE STOP IT!" he yelled at her as he started to win the battle.

That was when she realized she still had her gun, it was in the same bag she was using to carry the samples. She kept one hand on the door, and used the other to reach into the bag and pull it out. She quickly aimed and shot the foot still in between the door and the jam.

Darien screamed in pain, but pulled his foot out and let got of the door, and it shut with a loud thud. Claire quickly locked it and stood there, frozen for a minute, then the banging from the other side started.

She started up the stairs, she had to get to Alex's office, she needed to call the police, and she could lock the door there until they came. They were bullet proof, as were the windows. Alex had made sure that her office was always secure.

She finally made it to the office, and locked the doors behind her, heaving a sigh of relief. She walked over to Alex's desk. She sat pushed the chair aside, it still had blood on it, and the bullet holes only served as a reminder. She picked up the phone and called 911, only to find the line dead.

"No...." she cried, and tears flowed down her face. Then she looked at the computer. It had a separate connection to the internet, and it was still connected. She prayed a silent prayer as she opened the internet browser.

"Claire."

She looked up to see Darien standing in the open doorway, a pen in his hand.