Chapter VII: The Awakening

Once I regained my conscience, I got up to the horrific sight. Maverick was dead, he was holding a .45 automatic and there was a stranger across the street lying in a pool of blood. How could this happen?
"Maverick," I gave a silent prayer for him, Saint, and even the stranger.
I walked home trying to figure out, "Who shot Maverick?"
"He was shot from behind," I went through the events, "I was the only one behind him, but why would I shoot Maverick?! I had no weapon, and how could I when I was blacked out?!"
I went by the street again the next day, and found nothing. No bloodstains, no CSI flags, no chalk lines, just a street.
"Shit! What the **** is going on?! First Saint, and now this!"
Then I noticed I said that all out loud.
"Anderson!"
"What do you want with me?!" I turned and saw that it was only my physics teacher, Mrs. Kentfield, I never knew she around here.
"Thomas, is everything ok."
"No, not everything. I'll be fine."
"Ok, I'll see you at school tomorrow, you better finish that essay!" she said pointing and smiling."
"I will, um, Mrs. Kentfield," I started slowly, "did you here any gunshots last night?"
"No, everything was silent for once."
"Oh, uh, thanks, Mrs. Kentfield."
"You're welcome, Thomas," and she walked into her apartment.
"Ok, ok, it was only a dream, just forget all about it," I said to myself taking some deep breaths and went back home.

Next: Chapter VIII: Time For School