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V
Nightmare and Sign Language
Anthony and Dylan
While Dylan was reading the letter, Anthony wrote quickly on his pad of paper. When he was done, he gave the paper to Dylan.
She read it and then shook her head. "O'Grady's dead," she said, answering the question on the note. "Alex was able to get some blood from the body that was in that alley below the hotel. She did a DNA test and it was a ninety-nine percent match to O'Grady."
Anthony nodded, and then wrote down on his paper again. "It could be O'Grady's family behind this attack," he scribbled out, and then he handed it to her.
Dylan read the note and nodded. "It could be," she said. "Listen, I'll have to go in to the office tomorrow. I can tell the others about the attack today and the note and Alex and Natalie can help me figure out who's behind this."
Anthony frowned and wrote another note. "I will help you three, it was both of us who were threatened anyway. And if we stay together, we can protect one another better."
After reading this note, Dylan looked up and smiled. Reaching out and to touch his hand, she said, "Okay, we'll figure this out together."
Stretching out with his free hand, Anthony grabbed her shoulder and pulled Dylan close to him. They kissed deeply for a few moments, and then they left the park, going back to Dylan's house.
Dylan
As I drove back towards my home, I thought about how much my life had changed in the past twenty-four hours. Last night I was crying over Anthony's death, and today we had kissed as if none of that had happened. When we got in the house, I said to him, "I'll go and get the guest room bed set up for you to sleep in."
Anthony shook his head quickly and then wrote on his paper, which he then handed to me.
"I'll stay up and keep watch," the note said. I glanced over at him and asked, "You'll be okay without sleep?"
He nodded, and then he reached out and touched my forehead, just above the cut. It was as if he was telling me that I needed to rest after what had happened today.
"Okay, I'll go and sleep," I said, a little exasperated. I had been prepared to stay awake too, but I guess he had known I would try and do so before I said anything. "If you get tired though, the guest room is down the hall from my room."
Nodding, Anthony picked up his cane from the kitchen counter and walked over to me. He kissed me softly on the lips, as a way of saying goodnight and then he walked into the living room.
I sighed and then walked up to my room. Once there, I put on my pajamas and brushed my hair quickly. I jumped onto my bed and as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was fast asleep.
***I opened my eyes- and found myself on the hotel rooftop in Hollywood. Seamus was trying to push me over the edge of the roof and I tried as hard as I could to fight him. Suddenly, Seamus was thrown over the side, and I could see Anthony's hands on my arms, pulling me up off the edge. Then a huge gust of wind blew into my eyes and it stung them. I closed my eyes tightly and when I opened them, I was in Knox's house. He was standing in front of me, Vivian Wood next to him, and he was pointing the gun at me. I glanced to my right, and saw Anthony staring at me intently. ".tell me," Knox was saying and he started pressing down on the trigger. Before he could shoot, Anthony knocked the gun out of Knox's hands with his sword. Then, in the blink of an eye, he impaled Knox and then Wood in their hearts. He turned and walked over to me, dropping his sword in the process. When he was in front of me, he got on his knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his cheek where my stomach was. "Forgive me, my Angel, for I have sinned," he then whispered hoarsely. I looked down at Anthony and stroked his hair a few times. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and made him stand up. "Do good and your sins will be forgiven," I said softly. Anthony cupped my face with his hands. He leaned down to kiss me, and a fierce gust of wind blew around us. I looked all-around me-we were back on the hotel rooftop. As Anthony's lips met mine, I realized what was going to happen. We pulled apart and he grabbed a lock of my hair. "You've got to leave-"I started to say, when the sick sound of the sword impaling Anthony's chest stopped me. His eyes wide, Anthony staggered backwards over the edge. Before he fell, he opened his mouth, blood flowed down his chin, and he whispered, "Dylan!" I ran to the edge of the roof and watched as he fell to his death. I then started to scream horribly, "NO! Anthony!"***
Anthony
Anthony passed the hours pacing around the house and looking out every window. Around three-thirty in the morning, he was looking out the kitchen window when he heard screaming upstairs. He turned sharply and ran up to Dylan's room as fast as he could.
"Anthony! Anthony!" she was screaming over and over.
When he ran into the room, Anthony wasted no time in sitting Dylan upright and shaking her slightly.
Dylan opened her eyes wide. Breathing harshly, a muffled sob came from her throat, and she threw herself at Anthony. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
Feeling a little awkward, Anthony held the anguished woman a little more tightly to him. He knew that Dylan's horrible nightmare had been about his 'death' on the hotel rooftop.
Dylan
As I clutched at Anthony, I tried my hardest not to cry, but a few tears managed to make their way down my cheeks. After a few minutes, I felt much better and lifted my head off his shoulder, looking at him. "Sorry if I scared you. I just-" I started to say.
Anthony interrupted me by placing his fingers on my lips. He knew what I had dreamed already. Then he wiped the tear that was falling down my cheek and kissed my forehead softly.
I sighed and looked over at the clock as he stood up to leave. Three forty-five. I would never fall back asleep now. "Anthony, wait a sec," I called out.
He stopped and turned around, waiting for me to speak.
"I was thinking that since you're going to be helping us with this investigation," I said quickly. "Maybe I could teach you sign language so you don't have to use a pen and paper to talk with us."
While he thought that idea over, I go out of bed and went to my closet to get dressed. I pulled on black pants and a black blouse that was edged with light blue silk. Before I walked back into the room, I made sure that Anthony's necklace was hanging on top of the blouse.
When I stepped out into the room, Anthony's eyes settled on the necklace. A faint smiled appeared on his face.
"So what's the answer on sign language?" I asked. When he nodded, I then said, "Go on downstairs and I'll come down in a few minutes."
Once he had left, I brushed my hair and put on makeup as quickly as I could. After that, I took the gauze off my cut. I grimaced, looking at it. It was a medium sized cut, but all around it was bruising from when I hit the wall. I cleaned it up and then taped a new piece of gauze over the cut.
I rushed out of the room and hurried down to the living room, where Anthony was waiting for me. I motioned for him to sit on the couch and I sat next to him.
"Since we're starting from scratch," I said, facing him. "We'll start with the alphabet." I then had him raise his left hand so he could mimic me when I signed.
Anthony was extremely smart and very adept. In no time at all, he was able to sign the entire alphabet pretty quickly.
Smiling at his progress, I said, "I'll teach you the signs for whole words later on. It's better if you start with the alphabet."
He thought for a few moments then he signed, "How do I sign the word 'angel'?"
Surprised, I showed him the sign for angel.
Anthony signed it back to me and then he signed the letter 'd'. Then he touched my cheek.
"Is that your sign for me?" I asked, touched.
He signed 'angel' and 'd' again in response.
I smiled and threw my arms around his shoulder and kissed him deeply.
After a few seconds, Anthony wrapped his arms around my back and held me tightly, kissing me in return.
V
Nightmare and Sign Language
Anthony and Dylan
While Dylan was reading the letter, Anthony wrote quickly on his pad of paper. When he was done, he gave the paper to Dylan.
She read it and then shook her head. "O'Grady's dead," she said, answering the question on the note. "Alex was able to get some blood from the body that was in that alley below the hotel. She did a DNA test and it was a ninety-nine percent match to O'Grady."
Anthony nodded, and then wrote down on his paper again. "It could be O'Grady's family behind this attack," he scribbled out, and then he handed it to her.
Dylan read the note and nodded. "It could be," she said. "Listen, I'll have to go in to the office tomorrow. I can tell the others about the attack today and the note and Alex and Natalie can help me figure out who's behind this."
Anthony frowned and wrote another note. "I will help you three, it was both of us who were threatened anyway. And if we stay together, we can protect one another better."
After reading this note, Dylan looked up and smiled. Reaching out and to touch his hand, she said, "Okay, we'll figure this out together."
Stretching out with his free hand, Anthony grabbed her shoulder and pulled Dylan close to him. They kissed deeply for a few moments, and then they left the park, going back to Dylan's house.
Dylan
As I drove back towards my home, I thought about how much my life had changed in the past twenty-four hours. Last night I was crying over Anthony's death, and today we had kissed as if none of that had happened. When we got in the house, I said to him, "I'll go and get the guest room bed set up for you to sleep in."
Anthony shook his head quickly and then wrote on his paper, which he then handed to me.
"I'll stay up and keep watch," the note said. I glanced over at him and asked, "You'll be okay without sleep?"
He nodded, and then he reached out and touched my forehead, just above the cut. It was as if he was telling me that I needed to rest after what had happened today.
"Okay, I'll go and sleep," I said, a little exasperated. I had been prepared to stay awake too, but I guess he had known I would try and do so before I said anything. "If you get tired though, the guest room is down the hall from my room."
Nodding, Anthony picked up his cane from the kitchen counter and walked over to me. He kissed me softly on the lips, as a way of saying goodnight and then he walked into the living room.
I sighed and then walked up to my room. Once there, I put on my pajamas and brushed my hair quickly. I jumped onto my bed and as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was fast asleep.
***I opened my eyes- and found myself on the hotel rooftop in Hollywood. Seamus was trying to push me over the edge of the roof and I tried as hard as I could to fight him. Suddenly, Seamus was thrown over the side, and I could see Anthony's hands on my arms, pulling me up off the edge. Then a huge gust of wind blew into my eyes and it stung them. I closed my eyes tightly and when I opened them, I was in Knox's house. He was standing in front of me, Vivian Wood next to him, and he was pointing the gun at me. I glanced to my right, and saw Anthony staring at me intently. ".tell me," Knox was saying and he started pressing down on the trigger. Before he could shoot, Anthony knocked the gun out of Knox's hands with his sword. Then, in the blink of an eye, he impaled Knox and then Wood in their hearts. He turned and walked over to me, dropping his sword in the process. When he was in front of me, he got on his knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his cheek where my stomach was. "Forgive me, my Angel, for I have sinned," he then whispered hoarsely. I looked down at Anthony and stroked his hair a few times. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and made him stand up. "Do good and your sins will be forgiven," I said softly. Anthony cupped my face with his hands. He leaned down to kiss me, and a fierce gust of wind blew around us. I looked all-around me-we were back on the hotel rooftop. As Anthony's lips met mine, I realized what was going to happen. We pulled apart and he grabbed a lock of my hair. "You've got to leave-"I started to say, when the sick sound of the sword impaling Anthony's chest stopped me. His eyes wide, Anthony staggered backwards over the edge. Before he fell, he opened his mouth, blood flowed down his chin, and he whispered, "Dylan!" I ran to the edge of the roof and watched as he fell to his death. I then started to scream horribly, "NO! Anthony!"***
Anthony
Anthony passed the hours pacing around the house and looking out every window. Around three-thirty in the morning, he was looking out the kitchen window when he heard screaming upstairs. He turned sharply and ran up to Dylan's room as fast as he could.
"Anthony! Anthony!" she was screaming over and over.
When he ran into the room, Anthony wasted no time in sitting Dylan upright and shaking her slightly.
Dylan opened her eyes wide. Breathing harshly, a muffled sob came from her throat, and she threw herself at Anthony. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
Feeling a little awkward, Anthony held the anguished woman a little more tightly to him. He knew that Dylan's horrible nightmare had been about his 'death' on the hotel rooftop.
Dylan
As I clutched at Anthony, I tried my hardest not to cry, but a few tears managed to make their way down my cheeks. After a few minutes, I felt much better and lifted my head off his shoulder, looking at him. "Sorry if I scared you. I just-" I started to say.
Anthony interrupted me by placing his fingers on my lips. He knew what I had dreamed already. Then he wiped the tear that was falling down my cheek and kissed my forehead softly.
I sighed and looked over at the clock as he stood up to leave. Three forty-five. I would never fall back asleep now. "Anthony, wait a sec," I called out.
He stopped and turned around, waiting for me to speak.
"I was thinking that since you're going to be helping us with this investigation," I said quickly. "Maybe I could teach you sign language so you don't have to use a pen and paper to talk with us."
While he thought that idea over, I go out of bed and went to my closet to get dressed. I pulled on black pants and a black blouse that was edged with light blue silk. Before I walked back into the room, I made sure that Anthony's necklace was hanging on top of the blouse.
When I stepped out into the room, Anthony's eyes settled on the necklace. A faint smiled appeared on his face.
"So what's the answer on sign language?" I asked. When he nodded, I then said, "Go on downstairs and I'll come down in a few minutes."
Once he had left, I brushed my hair and put on makeup as quickly as I could. After that, I took the gauze off my cut. I grimaced, looking at it. It was a medium sized cut, but all around it was bruising from when I hit the wall. I cleaned it up and then taped a new piece of gauze over the cut.
I rushed out of the room and hurried down to the living room, where Anthony was waiting for me. I motioned for him to sit on the couch and I sat next to him.
"Since we're starting from scratch," I said, facing him. "We'll start with the alphabet." I then had him raise his left hand so he could mimic me when I signed.
Anthony was extremely smart and very adept. In no time at all, he was able to sign the entire alphabet pretty quickly.
Smiling at his progress, I said, "I'll teach you the signs for whole words later on. It's better if you start with the alphabet."
He thought for a few moments then he signed, "How do I sign the word 'angel'?"
Surprised, I showed him the sign for angel.
Anthony signed it back to me and then he signed the letter 'd'. Then he touched my cheek.
"Is that your sign for me?" I asked, touched.
He signed 'angel' and 'd' again in response.
I smiled and threw my arms around his shoulder and kissed him deeply.
After a few seconds, Anthony wrapped his arms around my back and held me tightly, kissing me in return.