Control Freak By ToT

Don't own 'em.

AN: This is the next installment. I give a fair warning to occasional swearing in this chapter. runs to a corner Don't hurt me.

Spotty: Ah, sorry. Well, yay for him. And hormones aren't all bad. Everyone has 'em. ^_^ And YAY FOR LES MIS!!!! ^_^ glomps Alan Boubil Sorry again. Thanks for the review, btw. I love it!

Chapter Four

It came while I was walking by our Instructor's Living Arrangement. Everyone knew that he beat his sons, and I could hear him yelling. He then stumbled drunkenly out of the automatic, plexi-glass door, cussing violently. I stopped to watch.

He tripped over his own feet onto the concrete and cut his head.

"Fuck!" I heard him slur.

I suppose you could say I saw It, but there really wasn't anything to see. You could tell *he* saw something, though. He squinted as if trying to see ahead of him, but he was too drunk to comprehend.

"The hell's wrong with *you*?" he asked in his drunken slur.

There was a loud noise, much like the one heard in science class when you get to implode soda cans. There was also a white light, and I blinked.

He was gone that fast.

A fraction of second. That's all it took for someone to vanish.forever.

I waited for a call that night, but none came.

I figured the reason was because I was there, because I was witness to It. But.how did they *know*.?

Someone knew my every move. But who?