Chapter 5
I disclaim:0
Quick Notes:
-Hey guys, thanks for your reviews and wonderful support. And once again, sorry for the delay. I just moved into my new dorm and hadn't the opportunity to finish up the chapter the way I wanted it to up until now. Not to worry, I'm all settled now and ready to write;)
-Btw, I hope you guys like this chapter, especially since there's no cliffhanger... I just thought I'd give you a break;) and still manage to spice things up.
-Feel free to review, criticize, advise, compliment... whatever you wish;) It keeps me going ^.~
"JAKE!" I yelled loudly, scaring the poor wits out of every drunk at Tony's. Yet, I cared nothing about them or their angry stares... all that ran through my mind was my friend's safety. So I quickly shuffled around the chairs, heading out the door. In a insanely frighten craze, I missed the firm body standing by door and instantly hit it.
"What's the hurry, Lamberg?"
I looked up to be quickly gratified with relief, "Detective Skylar..."
"You look a little peaked...what's-"
"Skylar... I just got a call from Jake. He wanted to tell me something important... something connected to the murder, but when he was about to say more... he was... was-"
"Was what," he asked impatiently.
"Was interrupted. I heard a thud, muffled voices... and then... Jake struggling for life. I think he's... he's dead." The statement barely seemed reasonable. I know I said it, but I didn't believe it myself. It was all so foreign... unreal.
"C'mon, let's go," Skylar roared as he pulled my jacket towards his vintage, brown Oldsmobile. He started the car, leaving a trail of smoke to stir coughing pedestrians to the side.
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"Lamberg... Lamberg, Lamberg!"
Another death. There he was still on the floor as the forensic team looked him over, taking pictures... and doing whatever they callously care for. The whole place was covered with cops, assuming possible intents of murder... what good, when all of them sounded unreasonable. Three shots, obvious struggle to escape, but no sign of force of entry...
Jake knew it was coming. He knew he was going to die, yet why didn't call the cops? Why didn't he prepare himself?
There was something wrong. Something wasn't making sense and I wasn't going to wait around anymore. I was going to figure it out on my own, with or without Sylar or anyone else's help.
"Lamberg!"
"Huh? What, what?!"
"Look, kid, I need you to tell me why Jake Thomas called you? Were you two in something serious?"
"No! He just called to say something important and he got cut off... he got f@*king killed for God sake. How the hell am I supposed to know anything? And, I wasn't in anything!"
Syklar sighed as he nodded slowly, "Fine, kid... just relax, calm down. I'm just doing my job, that's all."
"Well, you're not doing it very well... first, Ashlie, now Jake," I couldn't control myself, I was just angry. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I had a gut feeling that there was going to be someone else. "Look, I'm sorry. I just need some air... I'll see you later, just call me if you need anything else."
I left the place with a newfound determination. I was going to find this guy on my own.
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The night was closing in and I was at lost. I broke into Ashlie's house for nothing. The place held no clues... the only thing I could think of that might was her diary. So I took it. I went home and spent hours reading all her entries only to come to the conclusion that Ashlie was more of a slut than I had originally thought. The girl was seriously a horn ball... each day it was different guy. Apparently, she didn't get a chance to write her new experience the night before her death... at least, it seemed that way. There were pages torn... the one thing that could've been a hint to this puzzle, was gone.
Sh*t! It was so frustrating. What did this all mean? What the hell was Jake trying to tell me? Affair and morning... how were they connected? And-
"Who is it?" I asked apathetically as I headed to the door.
"It's me... Hilary."
"Hilary?" I opened the door and there she stood, looking the same way she had this morning. Her eyes were red, face completely dampened by floods of tears. "What's wrong?"
"Oh Adam... Jake, Jake... he's dead. Why? Why is he gone," she asked pleadingly.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my embrace. She sobbed onto my shoulder as I led her to my couch. "Hilary, sit. I'm going to get you some tea so you can relax. I know this is hard for you, but you got to trust me when I say that we'll find this guy."
She sat down and as I was about to leave, she held my hand, "Adam." Her beautiful blue eyes gazed at my face, she was searching for something. "Adam, I'm scared."
It was like surrendering to an army. I was defeated to her words, look, emotions... anything.
I took her into my arms, caressing her soft hair, whispering comforting words to her. I wanted to lessen her worries, eliminate any pain, free her from her sadness. Seeing her like this made my heart ache... I wanted nothing but to hold her.
She slightly pulled her way, moving her face in front of my own. Her breath was near to mine, making me shudder with ecstacy. "Adam, thank you for being here for me. You don't know how much this means to me."
"Hilary, that's what I'm here for."
"I don't know what I'd do if I'd lose you... I'm just scared they might come after one of us."
"Hilary, don't say that... no one is going to hurt you or me."
"But, Detective Skylar told me this afternoon there might be a chance that they'll go after another one of us."
"No. Whoever did this, won't get to us. I'll make sure that you and Lalaine will be out of this killer's reach."
"You?"
"Yes, Hil... me. I'm going to investigate on my own. I'm going to find this a$$hole."
"Adam... don't you dare. I won't let you... it's too dangerous." She held my hand tightly as if trying to make sure I wouldn't go anywhere.
"Hey... easy on the grip, you don't want me to have arthritis at such an early stage in my life."
"Adam! Quit joking around... this is serious. You can't start poking your nose around. You'll get killed."
"If I do nothing, it might happen anyway. I just can't stand around and watch my friends get killed," I told her emphatically. "Hil, you have to understand where I'm coming from. You know me."
"Yes and that's why I don't want to lose you."
"Look, don't worry about it... you have Frankie, anyway."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She looked at me angrily, waiting for me to respond. I loved it when I got a rise out her. Her frown was adorable.
"Nothing... I just mean, you have Frankie for comfort and support. He'll be there when I can't."
"Adam... you're my best friend, nothing or no one can replace you." Although it sounded sweet, god, I hated hearing that 'friend' word.
"Thanks, but I'm going to this anyway. No one is going to stop me." That did it. She got up and started ranting and raving. Her sentences were incoherent, she was spewing reasons why I shouldn't get involved. But, I wasn't listening... all I could do was stare at her. She kept pacing back and forth, allowing her hair to freely touch her face. She was breathtaking in all her glorious anger and worrying... it just showed were her heart was.
I couldn't help it... I had to do it. I kissed her.
Once I met her lips, quieting her concerns, we completely melted into each other. All are frustrations were forgotten... we were in our own world where are souls met and fused. We savagely invited our tongues as our bodies pressed upon each other. My hands inched around her waist, looking for entry underneath her shirt; finally, they found their way and felt the delicacy of her skin. She moaned as we continued to kiss, her body warming, asking for more of my touch. I responded, feeling near her breast when-
She pulled away.
"No. Stop! I can't do this. We can't." I let her go knowing she was right. But, I was angry at myself for letting it go this far. I shouldn't of kissed her.
"You're right."
"I just can't do this to Frankie." Why did she have to mention the guy? Looking at her, I knew that wasn't her reason. In her eyes, I knew she had enjoyed the kiss... hadn't even thought of Frankie while we were doing it.
"Yeah, Frankie, whatever. Look, Hilary, I'm sorry. We're both grieving and I took advantage of that. I apologize."
"You don't have to. It was a mistake on both our parts." She gazed at the floor, letting out a breath I didn't even know she was holding. "Well, I'm going to go. Just think about what I said and try to keep yourself out of trouble." She headed towards the door and left quickly.
Dammit! Why did she do this to me? She always managed to break my guard, and now I had truly pushed her too much. I was going to lose her if I kept losing control of myself.
I just had to concentrate on the murders. Keep focus and find out who killed Ashlie and Jake. I was going to find out, no matter what.
I disclaim:0
Quick Notes:
-Hey guys, thanks for your reviews and wonderful support. And once again, sorry for the delay. I just moved into my new dorm and hadn't the opportunity to finish up the chapter the way I wanted it to up until now. Not to worry, I'm all settled now and ready to write;)
-Btw, I hope you guys like this chapter, especially since there's no cliffhanger... I just thought I'd give you a break;) and still manage to spice things up.
-Feel free to review, criticize, advise, compliment... whatever you wish;) It keeps me going ^.~
"JAKE!" I yelled loudly, scaring the poor wits out of every drunk at Tony's. Yet, I cared nothing about them or their angry stares... all that ran through my mind was my friend's safety. So I quickly shuffled around the chairs, heading out the door. In a insanely frighten craze, I missed the firm body standing by door and instantly hit it.
"What's the hurry, Lamberg?"
I looked up to be quickly gratified with relief, "Detective Skylar..."
"You look a little peaked...what's-"
"Skylar... I just got a call from Jake. He wanted to tell me something important... something connected to the murder, but when he was about to say more... he was... was-"
"Was what," he asked impatiently.
"Was interrupted. I heard a thud, muffled voices... and then... Jake struggling for life. I think he's... he's dead." The statement barely seemed reasonable. I know I said it, but I didn't believe it myself. It was all so foreign... unreal.
"C'mon, let's go," Skylar roared as he pulled my jacket towards his vintage, brown Oldsmobile. He started the car, leaving a trail of smoke to stir coughing pedestrians to the side.
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"Lamberg... Lamberg, Lamberg!"
Another death. There he was still on the floor as the forensic team looked him over, taking pictures... and doing whatever they callously care for. The whole place was covered with cops, assuming possible intents of murder... what good, when all of them sounded unreasonable. Three shots, obvious struggle to escape, but no sign of force of entry...
Jake knew it was coming. He knew he was going to die, yet why didn't call the cops? Why didn't he prepare himself?
There was something wrong. Something wasn't making sense and I wasn't going to wait around anymore. I was going to figure it out on my own, with or without Sylar or anyone else's help.
"Lamberg!"
"Huh? What, what?!"
"Look, kid, I need you to tell me why Jake Thomas called you? Were you two in something serious?"
"No! He just called to say something important and he got cut off... he got f@*king killed for God sake. How the hell am I supposed to know anything? And, I wasn't in anything!"
Syklar sighed as he nodded slowly, "Fine, kid... just relax, calm down. I'm just doing my job, that's all."
"Well, you're not doing it very well... first, Ashlie, now Jake," I couldn't control myself, I was just angry. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I had a gut feeling that there was going to be someone else. "Look, I'm sorry. I just need some air... I'll see you later, just call me if you need anything else."
I left the place with a newfound determination. I was going to find this guy on my own.
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The night was closing in and I was at lost. I broke into Ashlie's house for nothing. The place held no clues... the only thing I could think of that might was her diary. So I took it. I went home and spent hours reading all her entries only to come to the conclusion that Ashlie was more of a slut than I had originally thought. The girl was seriously a horn ball... each day it was different guy. Apparently, she didn't get a chance to write her new experience the night before her death... at least, it seemed that way. There were pages torn... the one thing that could've been a hint to this puzzle, was gone.
Sh*t! It was so frustrating. What did this all mean? What the hell was Jake trying to tell me? Affair and morning... how were they connected? And-
"Who is it?" I asked apathetically as I headed to the door.
"It's me... Hilary."
"Hilary?" I opened the door and there she stood, looking the same way she had this morning. Her eyes were red, face completely dampened by floods of tears. "What's wrong?"
"Oh Adam... Jake, Jake... he's dead. Why? Why is he gone," she asked pleadingly.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my embrace. She sobbed onto my shoulder as I led her to my couch. "Hilary, sit. I'm going to get you some tea so you can relax. I know this is hard for you, but you got to trust me when I say that we'll find this guy."
She sat down and as I was about to leave, she held my hand, "Adam." Her beautiful blue eyes gazed at my face, she was searching for something. "Adam, I'm scared."
It was like surrendering to an army. I was defeated to her words, look, emotions... anything.
I took her into my arms, caressing her soft hair, whispering comforting words to her. I wanted to lessen her worries, eliminate any pain, free her from her sadness. Seeing her like this made my heart ache... I wanted nothing but to hold her.
She slightly pulled her way, moving her face in front of my own. Her breath was near to mine, making me shudder with ecstacy. "Adam, thank you for being here for me. You don't know how much this means to me."
"Hilary, that's what I'm here for."
"I don't know what I'd do if I'd lose you... I'm just scared they might come after one of us."
"Hilary, don't say that... no one is going to hurt you or me."
"But, Detective Skylar told me this afternoon there might be a chance that they'll go after another one of us."
"No. Whoever did this, won't get to us. I'll make sure that you and Lalaine will be out of this killer's reach."
"You?"
"Yes, Hil... me. I'm going to investigate on my own. I'm going to find this a$$hole."
"Adam... don't you dare. I won't let you... it's too dangerous." She held my hand tightly as if trying to make sure I wouldn't go anywhere.
"Hey... easy on the grip, you don't want me to have arthritis at such an early stage in my life."
"Adam! Quit joking around... this is serious. You can't start poking your nose around. You'll get killed."
"If I do nothing, it might happen anyway. I just can't stand around and watch my friends get killed," I told her emphatically. "Hil, you have to understand where I'm coming from. You know me."
"Yes and that's why I don't want to lose you."
"Look, don't worry about it... you have Frankie, anyway."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She looked at me angrily, waiting for me to respond. I loved it when I got a rise out her. Her frown was adorable.
"Nothing... I just mean, you have Frankie for comfort and support. He'll be there when I can't."
"Adam... you're my best friend, nothing or no one can replace you." Although it sounded sweet, god, I hated hearing that 'friend' word.
"Thanks, but I'm going to this anyway. No one is going to stop me." That did it. She got up and started ranting and raving. Her sentences were incoherent, she was spewing reasons why I shouldn't get involved. But, I wasn't listening... all I could do was stare at her. She kept pacing back and forth, allowing her hair to freely touch her face. She was breathtaking in all her glorious anger and worrying... it just showed were her heart was.
I couldn't help it... I had to do it. I kissed her.
Once I met her lips, quieting her concerns, we completely melted into each other. All are frustrations were forgotten... we were in our own world where are souls met and fused. We savagely invited our tongues as our bodies pressed upon each other. My hands inched around her waist, looking for entry underneath her shirt; finally, they found their way and felt the delicacy of her skin. She moaned as we continued to kiss, her body warming, asking for more of my touch. I responded, feeling near her breast when-
She pulled away.
"No. Stop! I can't do this. We can't." I let her go knowing she was right. But, I was angry at myself for letting it go this far. I shouldn't of kissed her.
"You're right."
"I just can't do this to Frankie." Why did she have to mention the guy? Looking at her, I knew that wasn't her reason. In her eyes, I knew she had enjoyed the kiss... hadn't even thought of Frankie while we were doing it.
"Yeah, Frankie, whatever. Look, Hilary, I'm sorry. We're both grieving and I took advantage of that. I apologize."
"You don't have to. It was a mistake on both our parts." She gazed at the floor, letting out a breath I didn't even know she was holding. "Well, I'm going to go. Just think about what I said and try to keep yourself out of trouble." She headed towards the door and left quickly.
Dammit! Why did she do this to me? She always managed to break my guard, and now I had truly pushed her too much. I was going to lose her if I kept losing control of myself.
I just had to concentrate on the murders. Keep focus and find out who killed Ashlie and Jake. I was going to find out, no matter what.