Chapter Five

Amy was glad they were in Madison Square Garden all week. It ment not having to drive anywhere for the Raw taping. She was also glad about having scored another point against Camilla. She'd told Matt and Jeff about her without actually telling them about her. Now if either one of them seen her the cops would be after her and Camilla would be on the run again. That ment she'd have to stay out of sight for awhile. The thought of a good nights sleep filled Amy's head a she entered her dark hotel room. She flipped on the light switch and shut the door behind her. Her eyes surveyed the room, everything was wrong. The walls, wardbrobe and been covered in the same black and white photograph of Amy when she was still known as Geri. It was from when she'd been arrested at 18. The words on the walls were from newspaper article's and had been blown up. They covered every possible space. Police Closing In On Knight, Teenager Drug Dealer On The Run, MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER. Frantic, Amy began clawing at the words and pictures, trying to pull them away from the walls. She stopped after awhile breathing heavily and heard the same words being played over and over from the room above her, almost taunting her. It's like I'm paranoid Looking Over my back Angrily Amy stormed out of the room and ran up the stairs to the next floor. The music got louder as she approched the room above hers. She didn't bother to knock, instead she kicked the door angrily making it swing open. She stormed in looking around. The room was compleatly empty. There was a small CD player on the floor playing the same two lines over and over again. Amy knocked it over and quickly searched the room for any trace that Camilla had been there. the only thing she found was the shirt Camilla had been wearing of her's hanging lonelily in the wardrobe. amy pulled it off the hanger and went back down to her room. She threw the shirt on the bed and pulled her cellphone out of her bag. She dialled the number quickly.

"Yes," the caller answered.

"We need to do something serious to her." She shouted. "Something to make her see that we're serious!"

"How serious?"

"Deadly serious."

Drinking the hot choclate she'd bought from the Starbucks and singing along with the radio, Camilla felt compleatly happy with herself. She'd gotten her own back on Amy for the 'stalker' thing without actually being seen. Part of her wished she was there, she would of given anything to see her face. The recpetionist hadn't paid particular attention when she pretended to be Amy's sister to get into the room. The cellphone on the seat next to her, the screen was once again flasing 'unknown number'. "I see you didn't take any notice to my warnings." The caller said.

"Obviously not."

"You should have. That was a really stupid stunt to pull in the hotel."

Camilla smiled to herself and threw the empty container out of the car window. "That's funny because I loved every minute of it."

The caller laughed. "Do you ever listen? I warned you that you were going to get hurt and if you don't get out of the car in the next 45 seconds you'll be blown up."

"What?"

"There's a bomb attached to the bottom, and you now have 40 seconds. Goodbye."

The caller hung up and Camilla's heart began beating a mile a minute. She knew better then to simply laugh off what the caller had said. Clumsily she open the door and jumped out. She fell to the ground but quickly pulled herself and ran as fast as she could. She was prehaps 25 feets away when the car exploded into flames. Camilla dived to the floor and covered her head as debris flew into the air and fell back down. She rolled over onto her back and watched the car burn giving warmth and light to the cold New York night.