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"I don't understand," Richie said between bites of spaghetti. "If he could have had your head along with the woman's, why didn't he take them?"
"I don't know," Duncan replied. He had finished his food and the empty plate was sitting in front of him. "I thought about it many times, but I never came up with an answer.
"So do you think he married Dri's mom just to get to her?"
"Quite possibly."
Richie swallowed. "Do you think he killed her mother?"
"I have no doubt in my mind about that."
Richie started playing with his food. "Look Mac, about earlier. When I opened my mouth and rambled on."
"You don't have to explain," Mac told him.
"No, I'm not usually like that. I don't always talk about my past."
"It's not exactly something that can be ignored, Richie. To be honest I was a little upset that you hadn't told me sooner."
Richie leaned back in his chair. "No offense Mac, but it's a part of my life that I'd rather keep private."
Duncan nodded. "You'll tell me when you're ready. I won't push for now, but this isn't over."
He got up, grabbed his coat, and walked to the elevator.
"Where are you going?" Richie questioned, turning in his seat to look at him.
"To see Joe. I can't wait for him to call me back. If Zane is after her, it won't be long before he finds her."
"You think he'll find her here?"
"Let's just say I'd rather find him before he finds us. If I'm not back before morning take her clothes shopping. She needs something other than what I found her in."
"Are you serious? You want me to take a teenage girl shopping?"
Duncan smiled.
"Mac have you ever taken a teenager shopping?"
He laughed. "Have fun Richie."
With that said he closed the elevator and waved good bye.
"Oh yeah, lots of fun."
Richie finished what was left of his dinner and retired for the night.
It was sometime in the middle of the night that he woke. He wasn't sure why, but he woke. He looked over at his alarm clock. The red lights glowing showed it was 4:30 am. He sat up in his bed and dropped his head in his hands. Richie had many sleepless nights in the past, but ever since he had been with Mac things had changed. He'd forgotten his past and moved on. He'd felt safe.
A noise brought Richie back to the present. Mac wasn't home. He hadn't felt him come in. He grabbed his sword from the end of his bed. He got up, wearing nothing but boxers and slowly walked out of the room.
The loft was dark. He couldn't see anyone. He heard it again. A soft moaning sound. It sounded like it was coming from Duncan's room. Richie had completely forgotten about Dri.
"HELP!" Dri screamed.
Richie ran into the room, sword aimed and ready to fight. After all he didn't know if anyone had broken in or not. What he saw was not what he was expecting.
Dri was tangled in the covers, tossing and turning. Her arms were flailing everywhere.
"Alec, please NO!"
Richie put his sword down and walked over to her.
"Dri, wake up," He whispered.
He put a hand on her shoulder which only caused her to kick and scream louder.
"NO!" She clawed at his face and ripped a gash just below his left eye.
Richie grabbed her arms and pinned them by her side. Her torso still jerked trying to get out of his hold.
"Dri wake up!" Richie yelled. "Wake up dammit!"
She blinked her eyes open, but they were still glazed over. "Please not again," she whispered.
"Dri, its Richie."
She suddenly went very still in his grasp.
"Dri?" He said concern in his voice.
Richie let go of her arms and wiped her hair out of her face.
"Dri come on talk to me?"
Her eyes were open, but it was as if she wasn't awake.
Richie went and got a cold wash cloth and quickly returned. When he did Dri was curled in a little ball on her side. The blankets were pushed down to the bottom of the bed.
Richie sat behind her on the bed slowly. He didn't want to scare her. He began wiping her face with the cool cloth.
"Come on Dri, talk to me."
Her breath was short and quick. Richie knew if he didn't do anything she was going to hyperventilate. He started rubbing soft slow circles in her back.
"It's all right. Everything's all right," He said soothingly.
Rubbing her back seemed to be working. Her breathing was regulating.
"I'm sorry." Dri whispered. "I don't mean to be so much trouble."
Richie couldn't help but smile. "You know you're the only teenager I know who's been through so much and still worries about everyone else."
She shrugged.
He wiped another strand of hair out of her face. "I'm going to go get you a glass of water."
He started to get up, but Dri turned over and grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave me alone. Please."
Richie looked into her emerald eyes. They were wide with the fear that her voice carried.
He sat back down and put an arm around her shoulders. She laid her head against his chest.
"I'm scared Richie. Really scared."
Richie gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "Don't be scared. Mac is the best at protecting people. Besides he's going to have to get through Mac and me to get to you." He put emphasis on the 'and me'.
"I don't understand why you guys are helping me."
"Sometimes you don't need to understand. Sometimes things just are."
She sighed. "Things never just are, Richie. There's always a method to the madness."
Richie laughed. "Nice choice of words."
"Well what else would you would call the things that happen in this world?"
"I don't know if I'd exactly call it madness. Chaotic maybe, but madness?"
She shrugged.
"Dri, what were you dreaming about?"
She didn't respond.
"Dri?"
She still didn't say anything.
"Okay," He told her. "It's all right. Just rest."
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"I don't understand," Richie said between bites of spaghetti. "If he could have had your head along with the woman's, why didn't he take them?"
"I don't know," Duncan replied. He had finished his food and the empty plate was sitting in front of him. "I thought about it many times, but I never came up with an answer.
"So do you think he married Dri's mom just to get to her?"
"Quite possibly."
Richie swallowed. "Do you think he killed her mother?"
"I have no doubt in my mind about that."
Richie started playing with his food. "Look Mac, about earlier. When I opened my mouth and rambled on."
"You don't have to explain," Mac told him.
"No, I'm not usually like that. I don't always talk about my past."
"It's not exactly something that can be ignored, Richie. To be honest I was a little upset that you hadn't told me sooner."
Richie leaned back in his chair. "No offense Mac, but it's a part of my life that I'd rather keep private."
Duncan nodded. "You'll tell me when you're ready. I won't push for now, but this isn't over."
He got up, grabbed his coat, and walked to the elevator.
"Where are you going?" Richie questioned, turning in his seat to look at him.
"To see Joe. I can't wait for him to call me back. If Zane is after her, it won't be long before he finds her."
"You think he'll find her here?"
"Let's just say I'd rather find him before he finds us. If I'm not back before morning take her clothes shopping. She needs something other than what I found her in."
"Are you serious? You want me to take a teenage girl shopping?"
Duncan smiled.
"Mac have you ever taken a teenager shopping?"
He laughed. "Have fun Richie."
With that said he closed the elevator and waved good bye.
"Oh yeah, lots of fun."
Richie finished what was left of his dinner and retired for the night.
It was sometime in the middle of the night that he woke. He wasn't sure why, but he woke. He looked over at his alarm clock. The red lights glowing showed it was 4:30 am. He sat up in his bed and dropped his head in his hands. Richie had many sleepless nights in the past, but ever since he had been with Mac things had changed. He'd forgotten his past and moved on. He'd felt safe.
A noise brought Richie back to the present. Mac wasn't home. He hadn't felt him come in. He grabbed his sword from the end of his bed. He got up, wearing nothing but boxers and slowly walked out of the room.
The loft was dark. He couldn't see anyone. He heard it again. A soft moaning sound. It sounded like it was coming from Duncan's room. Richie had completely forgotten about Dri.
"HELP!" Dri screamed.
Richie ran into the room, sword aimed and ready to fight. After all he didn't know if anyone had broken in or not. What he saw was not what he was expecting.
Dri was tangled in the covers, tossing and turning. Her arms were flailing everywhere.
"Alec, please NO!"
Richie put his sword down and walked over to her.
"Dri, wake up," He whispered.
He put a hand on her shoulder which only caused her to kick and scream louder.
"NO!" She clawed at his face and ripped a gash just below his left eye.
Richie grabbed her arms and pinned them by her side. Her torso still jerked trying to get out of his hold.
"Dri wake up!" Richie yelled. "Wake up dammit!"
She blinked her eyes open, but they were still glazed over. "Please not again," she whispered.
"Dri, its Richie."
She suddenly went very still in his grasp.
"Dri?" He said concern in his voice.
Richie let go of her arms and wiped her hair out of her face.
"Dri come on talk to me?"
Her eyes were open, but it was as if she wasn't awake.
Richie went and got a cold wash cloth and quickly returned. When he did Dri was curled in a little ball on her side. The blankets were pushed down to the bottom of the bed.
Richie sat behind her on the bed slowly. He didn't want to scare her. He began wiping her face with the cool cloth.
"Come on Dri, talk to me."
Her breath was short and quick. Richie knew if he didn't do anything she was going to hyperventilate. He started rubbing soft slow circles in her back.
"It's all right. Everything's all right," He said soothingly.
Rubbing her back seemed to be working. Her breathing was regulating.
"I'm sorry." Dri whispered. "I don't mean to be so much trouble."
Richie couldn't help but smile. "You know you're the only teenager I know who's been through so much and still worries about everyone else."
She shrugged.
He wiped another strand of hair out of her face. "I'm going to go get you a glass of water."
He started to get up, but Dri turned over and grabbed his arm.
"Don't leave me alone. Please."
Richie looked into her emerald eyes. They were wide with the fear that her voice carried.
He sat back down and put an arm around her shoulders. She laid her head against his chest.
"I'm scared Richie. Really scared."
Richie gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "Don't be scared. Mac is the best at protecting people. Besides he's going to have to get through Mac and me to get to you." He put emphasis on the 'and me'.
"I don't understand why you guys are helping me."
"Sometimes you don't need to understand. Sometimes things just are."
She sighed. "Things never just are, Richie. There's always a method to the madness."
Richie laughed. "Nice choice of words."
"Well what else would you would call the things that happen in this world?"
"I don't know if I'd exactly call it madness. Chaotic maybe, but madness?"
She shrugged.
"Dri, what were you dreaming about?"
She didn't respond.
"Dri?"
She still didn't say anything.
"Okay," He told her. "It's all right. Just rest."
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