Notes: ahh now I feel like a blonde. While continuing on this story, I discovered that I had already finished the second chapter and I was near completing the third. Hah Stupid me. There is so much more I'd like to say but I'm limited on time. You see, my laptop (the comp I write on) is having difficulties. It keeps freezing whenever I try to save anything. Gah this sucks, I won't get the chance to post chapter 3 until I fix this.

Any ways, I must apologize to those who expected Rebecca sooner. I take my time in my stories, and im sorry to say that she wont see Billy for quite some time now. I'm just not like the many others here who rush into stories. Not that that's a bad thing, no, it must be better than dragging the same shit out for chapters. Yeah, gotta hurry…

Keep in mind that this is my first non-real person fic, and my third ever. The other two were for a band and were written years ago. Ok, that's it. Chapter 3 soon, I hope. Sorry for the short chapters ^^;

The man, Trent leaned forward smoothly, extending his hand in a business like matter. His fingers were long, thin and pale. Almost skeletal. Billy hesitated for a short moment: his grimy, oily hands utterly dirty. But Trent seemed to understand, nodding towards his out thrust palm. He took it and the two men exchanged a brisk handshake.

"Pleasure to meet you." Trent said calmly, withdrawing his hand. Billy decided to follow suit, watching as the man pulled a dark cloth from his pocket and began cleaning each individual finger. For the first time Billy noticed a large and very expensive looking ring on his right hand. The black rock, which was believed to be onyx or something similar, shone in the light sifting between the ocean of trees.

There was a moment of awkward silence, Billy feeling a trickle of sweat paving down the back of his neck and wetting his matted hair. Trent seemed to ponder for a moment, his eyes burning a hole through bone, sinew and flesh. His eyes were staring, as if expecting something…

"Oh god I haven't introduced myself yet," Billy said with an embarrassed laugh as Trent smiled once more. His mind began racing.

I can't tell him my real name, need to make an alias. He'll call the cops, surely the news is out now that ex-lieutenant Billy Coen, charged with the murder of 23 people is out on the loose. If I get caught now, then all of this will be for nothing. But what to use? What to use—

"Names Edward Winston," He uttered, using the name of his childhood buddy. It was the first thing that came to mind, and Trent seemed to except it, nodding slightly. For a moment, he did nothing. And then he reached forward, nimble fingers hitting a button on the small panel behind the limos divider. A black tinted window rose up, cutting off the person behind the wheel.

Billy squirmed slightly in his seat, a rush of bitter nervousness leaking into his gut. For the first time, it became clear that the law enforcements would have a picture of him on file and had sent it to every paper on the stand.

He knows. I'm in it deep now. I should have never entered this car, now he'll call for help and oh shit how'd I get into this mess—

"So Mr. Winston, what brings you to the middle of this fair forest?" Trent's musical voice breaking through his thoughts like the voice of reasoning. Humor lingered in his words as it did in his eyes.

What in the hell is this guy so happy about?

"Got lost." Billy replied gruffly, running a heavy hand through his damp hair. That did in fact have some truth to it. He was lost and had no where to go.

Just a rat in an endless maze…

"Ah, I see. And in such a dangerous place…Edward, did you just so happen to run into any monsters out there?" His words hooked Billy's attention. Trent's grin grew wider if possible, and his eyes glittered once more. Billy's mind grasped for something to say, anything to say, but he drew in a blank. Trent was amused.

"I know who you are, Lieutenant Coen, and I know what you've experienced."