"Dr. Po. I need to ask you something." Sally picks up her car keys and leans on her car. She crosses her arms over her chest, swinging her keys around a finger.
"Ok. What is it." Hilde runs a hand through her hair, gathering her thoughts.
"I need you to get Quatre out."
"Out? From here?"
"From the 'Resort'."
"That's what I meant." Sally looks at the young woman. Her eyes plea with a deep sorrow. Something is wrong.
"Hilde. What's wrong?" Sally says as she uncrosses her arms.
"You have to understand that everything Quatre has said is true!"
"Oh." Sally had a session with him just today and he ranted on and on about an online 'Murder Mystery' that is in fact real. But what Sally saw was Quatre's past bubbling up and this 'Murder Mystery' is the source. "Hilde do you know why Quatre is here?"
"No. I never asked."
"Well, I believe that his little episode is due to…"
"Episode! Is that what you people call it?"
"Hilde, calm down!"
"NO!" She yells. "Quatre did NOT have an 'episode'. He had an attack! Something from his past was brought up because of this 'Murder Mystery'! Yes, that's true. But didn't you people ever wonder why it hadn't happened earlier?" Sally shakes her head. "Well let me tell you why!" Hilde jabs Sally in the chest. "Because the poor kid found out that what he was reading. That somewhere out there, some poor kid is going to lose the only family he has! Just like him!" Suddenly it all fits.
(She remembers Dr. Une, the head doctor at Newberry, telling her that some people find comfort in reading or seeing others in situations they have experience. "Quatre?")("I was coming home from school." He says quietly. Tears rim his eyes. "I-I came home and . . ." Hilde places the papers down and hugs her dear friend.)
"Just like him." She whispers. Tears fill her eyes as she looks to Sally. She nods, telling Hilde all she needs to know. "Oh . . . Quatre."
"Hilde. Now you see why it's all in his head . . . " SLAP. Hilde has had it. No more Miss Nice Hilde, it's time to get down to business.
"OK Dr. Po. I'm only going to explain this ONCE!" She stands closer to the shocked doctor. "So listen up."
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Duo slouches in his booth. He is becoming to hate this café. The woman is just watching people! Typing away on her laptop of doom (Named by him) and drinking coffee. Duo leans a little out of his booth to look at the woman. She is about 5'6 and has a large nose that she has a habit of pinching the bridge of. Her hair is a mess of black thick curls that runs untamed down to her midsection. She wares a brown sweater jacket with an olive green dress and a black turtleneck. How can this woman be responsible for these crimes? He sighs and continues to fold his napkins in to origami, a hobby he picked up after his father died . . . in jail. Duo thinks about Hilde. He doesn't understand why she gave up. She seemed so strong. If anything were going to ever happen to her, he would have bet his life that she would of picked herself up and punch whatever was responsible for her fall. But no, she fell and used the thing that made her fall to build a nice little home. Away from her family, friends and him. He'll admit it. He does like her, a lot. The people that say the only reason someone picks on you because they like you where right. He thought Hilde was the prettiest girl he ever saw! And he was in third grade. And Hilde is a damned fool if she can't figure that out. Why do you think he stands out there all the time? For the hell of it? No. He wants his Hilde back.
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Trowa reaches his hand into a hole in a tree. He feels around for a note left by Killer for AP. Nothing.
"Looking for this?" Says a deep voice.
"Shit." Trowa is flipped around and crushed against the tree.
"Yeah, you are in DEEP shit mister."
"Stop! I . . . not . . . me!"
"Yeah? Then what the hell are you doing?"
"My sister. Gone too!" AP lets up some. He looks at Trowa, distrust evident.
"Really?"
"Yes. I know who took her. The same person who killed your sister."
"How?"
"Pocket. Back pocket!" AP takes the papers with one hand, the other on Trowa's neck.
"What the hell is this?" The presser becomes tighter around his neck.
"Can't . . . breath . . ." AP gives on last squeeze, a warning, before letting go. "The killer, she writes it all down and posts it on some website. God, she gets reviews!"
"A website?"
"Yeah, it's fan something net. I can't remember."
"Then how did you find it?"
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"I have no idea." Says Hilde as she pulls on the seatbelt. "Quatre somehow stumbled on it."
"Hilde! Do you now what this means? If this is not true?" Sally starts the car. She has no idea why, but she feels that what Hilde has just told her is true but that can only get them so far. "We'll all going to burn. You'll both be kept at the 'Resort' and I'll lose my job!"
"Dr. Po. Just think if we're right. We'll be saving a life! Maybe more! And just think. You would have saved a life without giving them pills. Or shots!" Sally looks to the back seat. In a little case sits her kit. If this is real, she'll need them.
"Ok. I have my laptop and we can use my phone to get Internet." She drives down the short road to the 'Resort'. "I need you to hide while I get Quatre. Ok?" Hilde nods as Sally pulls up to the 'Resort'. "Wish me luck."
"Good Luck."
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"That's why? Because she smiles all the time. Even when someone made fun of her because of her learning disability? They killed my sister because she was 'simple'!"
"Yeah, and she took my sister because Catherine flirts with guys. And I only talk to her."
"She? It's a woman?!"
"Yes, I don't know her name but I have someone following her. They will give me a call when she leads them to her hideout." AP nods. Both men become engross in their thoughts, wondering what will happen when they get the chance to get close to this woman. Can they let justice take place or will their anger take over.
"My names Peter Heath."
"Trowa Barton."
"My sister's name was Emily. . ." He takes a deep breath. "Look. I'm going to go get my van. I have some 'tools' in there that might come in handy." Trowa nods. Peter takes out an old business card and writes a number. "Here's my cell. Call me when anything comes up." Peter hands over the card as he leaves. Trowa looks at what was given to him. He flips it over to read it:
Where the secret ingredient is love
101 Pine St, PA
This man had dreams.
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Hilde sits in Sally's car humming a song to herself. She wonders how everyone else is doing as she looks to the clock. Dr. Po has only been gone for ten minuets. She'll be maybe five more minuets.
"Hilde! Unlock the car!" Hilde sits up to see Sally and Quatre running out the building. Close behind them are three guards.
"Shit!" Unlocking the doors Hilde prepares for the collision. Sally and Quatre both slam open their door and jump in, closing it just in time to have the guards slam right into them. "What ever happen to your plan?"
"Shut up!" She turns on the car and precedes to speed down the road.
"It went out the window when she freaked." Says Quatre.
"Shut up. I didn't 'freak'! I merely had a change of mind."
"Right." Hilde says in disbelief. "I'm just happy you got him out."
"Yeah, ok. So where do we go now?
"Uh . . ."
"UH!" Sally yells at Hilde. "You don't know where to go?"
"I don't know! The park! No the café!"
"Ok."
"NO! The park, go there!" Says Quatre. "She watches people in the café and everything takes place in the park. So go there."
Trowa looks around the park, in search of the woman. All he sees is happy people, people in there own little world. Is he in the real world? How can people go through life not knowing that something like this is happening? But, he was once like them. While Peter's sister was being killed he was at home with his sister, in his own little world. How blind we are. Yet it's not our fault, only when we choose to ignore it.
Trowa stops his search when his cell goes off. He takes it out and answers it.
"Hello?"
"She's moving."
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Sally, Hilde and Quatre run to the park. They had to park the car far away so it won't be found. As Sally runs she sets up her phone to the Internet.
"Quatre. Give me the cable. No. The green one." Quatre holds her laptop bag as he runs. He looks for what she wants and gives it to her once found. "Thanks."
"There!" Hilde says. "That's Trowa!" Hilde runs to him s Sally and Quatre run to a near by bench. Once seated Sally goes to the site.
"Trowa!" Hilde smiles as she sees the man. He turns at the voice and gives a soft smile.
"Hey. Duo just called."
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"Hey, she updated." Says Quatre. They open the chapter.
"Are all the chapters this short?" Quatre shakes his head no.
"She's writing about today. See Raven must be Hilde and Mutt must be Duo."
"Hilde! Come over here! She's updated." Hilde and Trowa walk over to them.
"Really? So soon?"
"Yeah, where is Duo?"
"Hopefully not following her." Says Sally.
"Actually, he is. Why?" Sally says nothing as she turns the screen to them.
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(Killer hates strays. They get into your business and leave messes everywhere. They are a waste of space. Much like the one sitting across from Killer. He has a stupid grin and hair that belongs on a girl. He thinks Killer doesn't know he's watching. He thinks Killer is just taking a stroll down the street. But what he doesn't know that Killer is leading him to his end. It's time to put this mutt down.)