«Author's notes: Hi-dee-hoo!! A new chapter! Yoohoo! I decided to write a
new chapter for each fanfic of my own that are not complete. So, not so
long ago, I wrote a new chapter for "Blood and Love" and now, I just wrote
down this chapter for "Murderous Eyes" (and soon, a new chapter for "HCF:
Revenge behind the shades"). I think it's kinda good, a bit longer than the
other chapters. I just want to say that there's not a lot of action in this
one, but I promise you that there will be a lot of action in the next
chapters! So, that's all. I hope you'll like it! Leave a review like
always, please.»
Murderous Eyes
Chapter IV
By Marie B.
As he walked back to his motel's room, where Rebecca was laying unconscious, Steve noticed Claire at the entry of it. She had her back leant against the wall, her eyes half-closed. She was looking down, seeming somewhat depressed. The young man stopped in front of her, frowning. His girlfriend didn't even lift up her eyes. He gently put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, what's the matter? How's Rebecca?" said he, lifting up her head with his other hand.
Claire stared at him, motionless. Her eyes looked empty. That gave a shiver through Steve's spine. More than worried, he shook her gently.
"Claire? Hey!" he said, his voice rising. He shook her more violently.
The girl responded to him by closing her eyes firmly and by shaking her head. She let out a groan, rubbing her temples with her fingers. She then felt a pressure on her shoulder. She suddenly let out a little scream as she noticed that Steve was standing in front of her.
"Steve? You scared me!" she said, taking off his hand from her shoulder.
"Claire...are you feeling alright?" he replied, putting again his hand on her shoulder, a concerned look on his handsome face.
She tensed for a second at his touch, but relaxed afterwards.
"Yeah...don't worry. With what happened to Rebecca, I became a little bit tired," she whispered.
"Speaking about her, how is she?"
"Better. She's sleeping like a baby, now. I wonder what happened..." replied she, trailing off.
"Well, I think you would be interested about what I found in her room," added Steve, handing her the Kleenex.
"What is it?" she said, looking at the small red ball in the tissue.
"Sniff it."
Claire looked at her companion, confused. She then slowly brought the glass ball to her nose. Immediately after she sniffed it, she put it away rapidly from her face. Some tears were forming at the corner of her eyes.
"Yeurk! What is that??" she said, putting a hand over her nose. She handed back the little object to Steve.
"Some kind of gas. I think it's why Rebecca is sick. I found it near her bed," he replied.
"But...how?" asked Claire, looking around them nervously.
"The window in her room was open...well, I think someone forced it to open from outside and threw that gas ball in her room," continued Steve, scratching his chin.
"That's serious! We better talk about this to my brother and Jill!"
The guy nodded and together, they went back in the bedroom where were Rebecca and the others.
*~*~*~*
"So...that's why Becca is in this state..." said Chris, looking back at the young girl sleeping in the bed.
"They're surely trying to kill us all...or just to get rid of us..." added Steve, crossing his arms against his chest.
"But...why Rebecca?" asked Jill, getting even more nervous.
"She was alone in her room...and we all know that because of her great experience in medicine, she's a must for us..." replied Chris, sitting on the chair beside the bed. "We all must be very careful, maybe the next time, they'll strike harder," he continued, shooting back a serious look to his companions.
All nodded, feeling their own heart tightening.
"When will she awake?" asked Steve.
"The woman from the motel said in a few hours," answered Jill.
Steve nodded and headed back to the door. Claire noticed and ran towards him.
"Steve! Where are you going?"
"I need to take a walk. Wanna come with me?" he responded, looking back at her. "I have to talk to you, anyway."
*~*~*~*
Claire and Steve walked silently side by side in a little park near the motel. Claire was a little bit lost in her thoughts, looking stressed. Trying to focus on where he was walking, Steve couldn't help to look at his girlfriend at the corner of his eye. Putting his hands in his pants' pockets, he sighed.
"So?" said he, to no one in particular.
"So, what?" replied the girl, still looking in front of her.
Suddenly, a feeling of anger pierced through Steve's mind. Anger? How could he feel anger towards the person he cared and loved the most in the world? He didn't know, but he was sure that Claire was hiding something very important from him and that was angering him. Involuntary, he grabbed her arm, not too strong, but enough that Claire gasped. He then pulled her close to him, their faces only inches apart. The brunette had her eyes wide- open. Steve had his teeth clenched, sweats drops falling down his forehead.
"Sorry Claire, I don't want to be harsh with you, but I really want to know what's in your mind," he whispered, loosening a little his grip on her arm.
Claire blinked once, twice. She couldn't divert her gaze from the coral-green eyes of her companion, green that was strangely turning into a pale shade of red. For a few more seconds, she couldn't say anything, her mind trying to register what just happened. Then, she closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh. She pushed Steve from her and sat on a beach that was behind them. The guy followed her and sat down, not too close of her this time.
"Okay, I'll tell you then what is in my mind, if you insist so much..." she finally said, looking down.
"I think it'll be for your own good, Claire," said Steve, staring at her.
"How can you tell?? I'm sure you'll get even more worried about me if I tell you...and even...you'll think that I'm crazy!" she said, lifting up her head, her voice starting to rise.
"So what? Do you think that keeping all of this for you will make people happy around you? Telling or not, I'm still worried about you, Claire. You're...the reason why I'm alive today. If you start to destroy your life by sealing yourself from the others, you...you..." said Steve, trailing off his sentence, not wanting to complete it. He then gulped and continued, looking right into Claire's eyes. "If you die, or even get hurt by blaming yourself, I'll never forgive you. I've once made a promise to you. The promise to protect you until my dying day. I....I can't bear to see you sad, hurt and even nervous like that. Please, you gotta tell me and I'll try to help you with all my might. Please..." he finally said, reaching for Claire's trembling hand.
Claire stared intensely at her hand being wrapped by Steve's. Her vision was starting to get blurred by unexpected tears. She wanted to say something in return, but a knot in her throat couldn't let her to do so. Instead, she squeezed Steve's hand, her body starting to tremble from all the emotions that were fighting inside her head. She then felt strong and warm arms wrapping around her body. Melting in that warmth, Claire rested her head on Steve's shoulder. The guy rocked her back and forth like a little girl. He could smell the sweet odor of peppermint radiating from her body. Claire's smell. He smiled as he rested his head on hers. After a while, Claire separated herself from her intimate friend. Sighing again, she looked in his eyes.
"Okay...I'll tell you what you want to know..."
*~*~*~*
Chris exhaled a long puff of his cigarette. Standing outside, in front of the motel, he examined the horizons. He doubted that the enemy would try to attack them in daytime. But, they still had to be sure. Taking another puff of cigarette, he dropped it on the ground, squashing it with his shoe. He then groaned at the thought of his sister yelling at him to stop smoking.
"Sorry, lil sister...After this, I'll definitely stop to smoke," he thought.
Suddenly, the main door opened behind him. By instinct, he reached for his invisible gun (he wasn't wearing one at the moment) and turned around to face...Jill. She looked amused, but wouldn't have been if his boyfriend was aiming a real gun at her. Putting her hands on her hips, she made a few steps towards him, a half-serious, half-amused look on her face.
"Aren't you a little bit too much nervous?" mocked she.
"Old habits, you know," he replied.
"Yeah...Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that Rebecca just woke up."
"Really? It's been only one hour since she started to sleep..." he replied, heading for the door.
"I know. Steve and your sister are better to come back soon."
Chris stopped on his track. He then glanced back at the parking and the place around.
"You're right. I wonder what's going on between those two..."
*~*~*~*
To be continued...
Murderous Eyes
Chapter IV
By Marie B.
As he walked back to his motel's room, where Rebecca was laying unconscious, Steve noticed Claire at the entry of it. She had her back leant against the wall, her eyes half-closed. She was looking down, seeming somewhat depressed. The young man stopped in front of her, frowning. His girlfriend didn't even lift up her eyes. He gently put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, what's the matter? How's Rebecca?" said he, lifting up her head with his other hand.
Claire stared at him, motionless. Her eyes looked empty. That gave a shiver through Steve's spine. More than worried, he shook her gently.
"Claire? Hey!" he said, his voice rising. He shook her more violently.
The girl responded to him by closing her eyes firmly and by shaking her head. She let out a groan, rubbing her temples with her fingers. She then felt a pressure on her shoulder. She suddenly let out a little scream as she noticed that Steve was standing in front of her.
"Steve? You scared me!" she said, taking off his hand from her shoulder.
"Claire...are you feeling alright?" he replied, putting again his hand on her shoulder, a concerned look on his handsome face.
She tensed for a second at his touch, but relaxed afterwards.
"Yeah...don't worry. With what happened to Rebecca, I became a little bit tired," she whispered.
"Speaking about her, how is she?"
"Better. She's sleeping like a baby, now. I wonder what happened..." replied she, trailing off.
"Well, I think you would be interested about what I found in her room," added Steve, handing her the Kleenex.
"What is it?" she said, looking at the small red ball in the tissue.
"Sniff it."
Claire looked at her companion, confused. She then slowly brought the glass ball to her nose. Immediately after she sniffed it, she put it away rapidly from her face. Some tears were forming at the corner of her eyes.
"Yeurk! What is that??" she said, putting a hand over her nose. She handed back the little object to Steve.
"Some kind of gas. I think it's why Rebecca is sick. I found it near her bed," he replied.
"But...how?" asked Claire, looking around them nervously.
"The window in her room was open...well, I think someone forced it to open from outside and threw that gas ball in her room," continued Steve, scratching his chin.
"That's serious! We better talk about this to my brother and Jill!"
The guy nodded and together, they went back in the bedroom where were Rebecca and the others.
*~*~*~*
"So...that's why Becca is in this state..." said Chris, looking back at the young girl sleeping in the bed.
"They're surely trying to kill us all...or just to get rid of us..." added Steve, crossing his arms against his chest.
"But...why Rebecca?" asked Jill, getting even more nervous.
"She was alone in her room...and we all know that because of her great experience in medicine, she's a must for us..." replied Chris, sitting on the chair beside the bed. "We all must be very careful, maybe the next time, they'll strike harder," he continued, shooting back a serious look to his companions.
All nodded, feeling their own heart tightening.
"When will she awake?" asked Steve.
"The woman from the motel said in a few hours," answered Jill.
Steve nodded and headed back to the door. Claire noticed and ran towards him.
"Steve! Where are you going?"
"I need to take a walk. Wanna come with me?" he responded, looking back at her. "I have to talk to you, anyway."
*~*~*~*
Claire and Steve walked silently side by side in a little park near the motel. Claire was a little bit lost in her thoughts, looking stressed. Trying to focus on where he was walking, Steve couldn't help to look at his girlfriend at the corner of his eye. Putting his hands in his pants' pockets, he sighed.
"So?" said he, to no one in particular.
"So, what?" replied the girl, still looking in front of her.
Suddenly, a feeling of anger pierced through Steve's mind. Anger? How could he feel anger towards the person he cared and loved the most in the world? He didn't know, but he was sure that Claire was hiding something very important from him and that was angering him. Involuntary, he grabbed her arm, not too strong, but enough that Claire gasped. He then pulled her close to him, their faces only inches apart. The brunette had her eyes wide- open. Steve had his teeth clenched, sweats drops falling down his forehead.
"Sorry Claire, I don't want to be harsh with you, but I really want to know what's in your mind," he whispered, loosening a little his grip on her arm.
Claire blinked once, twice. She couldn't divert her gaze from the coral-green eyes of her companion, green that was strangely turning into a pale shade of red. For a few more seconds, she couldn't say anything, her mind trying to register what just happened. Then, she closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh. She pushed Steve from her and sat on a beach that was behind them. The guy followed her and sat down, not too close of her this time.
"Okay, I'll tell you then what is in my mind, if you insist so much..." she finally said, looking down.
"I think it'll be for your own good, Claire," said Steve, staring at her.
"How can you tell?? I'm sure you'll get even more worried about me if I tell you...and even...you'll think that I'm crazy!" she said, lifting up her head, her voice starting to rise.
"So what? Do you think that keeping all of this for you will make people happy around you? Telling or not, I'm still worried about you, Claire. You're...the reason why I'm alive today. If you start to destroy your life by sealing yourself from the others, you...you..." said Steve, trailing off his sentence, not wanting to complete it. He then gulped and continued, looking right into Claire's eyes. "If you die, or even get hurt by blaming yourself, I'll never forgive you. I've once made a promise to you. The promise to protect you until my dying day. I....I can't bear to see you sad, hurt and even nervous like that. Please, you gotta tell me and I'll try to help you with all my might. Please..." he finally said, reaching for Claire's trembling hand.
Claire stared intensely at her hand being wrapped by Steve's. Her vision was starting to get blurred by unexpected tears. She wanted to say something in return, but a knot in her throat couldn't let her to do so. Instead, she squeezed Steve's hand, her body starting to tremble from all the emotions that were fighting inside her head. She then felt strong and warm arms wrapping around her body. Melting in that warmth, Claire rested her head on Steve's shoulder. The guy rocked her back and forth like a little girl. He could smell the sweet odor of peppermint radiating from her body. Claire's smell. He smiled as he rested his head on hers. After a while, Claire separated herself from her intimate friend. Sighing again, she looked in his eyes.
"Okay...I'll tell you what you want to know..."
*~*~*~*
Chris exhaled a long puff of his cigarette. Standing outside, in front of the motel, he examined the horizons. He doubted that the enemy would try to attack them in daytime. But, they still had to be sure. Taking another puff of cigarette, he dropped it on the ground, squashing it with his shoe. He then groaned at the thought of his sister yelling at him to stop smoking.
"Sorry, lil sister...After this, I'll definitely stop to smoke," he thought.
Suddenly, the main door opened behind him. By instinct, he reached for his invisible gun (he wasn't wearing one at the moment) and turned around to face...Jill. She looked amused, but wouldn't have been if his boyfriend was aiming a real gun at her. Putting her hands on her hips, she made a few steps towards him, a half-serious, half-amused look on her face.
"Aren't you a little bit too much nervous?" mocked she.
"Old habits, you know," he replied.
"Yeah...Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that Rebecca just woke up."
"Really? It's been only one hour since she started to sleep..." he replied, heading for the door.
"I know. Steve and your sister are better to come back soon."
Chris stopped on his track. He then glanced back at the parking and the place around.
"You're right. I wonder what's going on between those two..."
*~*~*~*
To be continued...