Chapter 4

Ron lay on his bed as the storm carried on outside, thunder booming, lightning streaking across the sky. Ron couldn't get something out of his head. He had heard Kim tell him that he would find out something that had happened that night. What? What would I find out. What else has happened? Ron closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But after a few minutes realized it was vain.

Ron got up off of his bed and changed into some new clothes and pulled on a coat. He walked outside and walked along the path to the library that was still open. He opened the door and walked in, water dripping from his blond hair, even though he had only been outside for a few minutes. He walked over to the man who was checking a large collection of books.

"Hey, do you have old newspapers that I could look at?"

"Yeah, we do".

"Do you have newspapers that go back ten years?"

"We have newspapers that go back longer then that".

"Ok, where are they?"

"They are over there, in the far right corner".

"Ok thanks".

Ron walked away from the man and over to the far corner. He pulled out a chair, and sat down, and pulled out a box with newspapers marked 2006, and began to look through them. He thought he heard a noise and turned around to look at the entrance of the library, but there was nothing there. He shrugged and turned back to look at the newspapers.

It didn't take him long to find the newspapers he was looking for. Kim Possible found killed. Local girls killed. Local girls? thought Ron. He then found another newspaper. Local girls found dead as five others are killed. What the hell? thought Ron reading on. Local girls Kim Possible and Bonnie Rockwaller were found murdered two days ago. Ron began to think. I didn't know Bonnie was killed. But then, I did leave just after Kim's funeral, and I didn't talk to anyone afterwards.

It was true. Soon after the Kim's funeral he had left, not asking anything, and not wanting to hear anything. He had somehow managed to miss the death of Bonnie, but he had thought it was strange that he hadn't seen her. Well I know now thought Ron.

"So two people died. Well seven. So that's what I didn't know, but why was I supposed to find out?"

Ron heard a click. There was a loud bag and then part of the table in front of Ron splintered into small pieces. Ron instantly knew that someone had fired a gun at him. He jumped off the chair and leapt across part of the room, knocking a table off of its legs. Another shot was fired, smashing into the books above him, showering him with dust and bits of paper. He crawled along the floor and opened a door, and went inside the room, closing the door behind him. He looked up, and saw the man he had spoken to earlier fall down in front of him. The man's neck had a thin red line around it, where a garrote had been used to strangle him.

"I'm coming for you Ronald!" shouted a man.

The door was smashed open, and a man dressed in black, with a black ski mask on his head. He was a bulky man, tall, and looked as though he could maybe break Ron's neck easily. He held a Glock pistol in his hand, and looked across the room, scanning it. Satisfied no-one was there he left the room. The body of the man fell to the floor revealing Ron, who had hid behind it, and Ron ran off, climbing out of the window in the room, climbing out onto the street and into the rain. He ran around the side of the building.

"Jeez, I gotta get out of here" said Ron, heading towards his car, parked close to a hotel. He unlocked it and got into the car. A shot was fired, smashing part of the back windscreen of the car. Ron looked at it.

"No, not the car".

Another shot was fired, and Ron started the engine. The car wheels span on the wet road for a moment, and then the car shot off. Ron was driving rapidly away from the gun wielding man and thought for a moment about the items he had left behind.

"You can replace them, I'm not going back" said Ron.

He drove along the road to get onto the highway to drive back to his house. He began to think about who that man was, and why he wanted to kill him. Ron looked ahead, to see where the highway was, so he wouldn't drive straight out onto it. He then looked ahead of him again and stopped the car. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the road in front of him again.

"No way".

Instead of a large highway, there was instead a normal sized road, but it wasn't a highway, it only had two different section to drive on- the usual- one to drive towards where Ron was, one to drive away from him. A road with forest on either side.

"This must be a dream".

Ahead of him was the road that led onto the smaller road that he hadn't taken ten long years ago, the road on which while Kim waited for him, he took a wrong turn and never saw her alive again. Ron thought for a moment. Go through here, and see what lays ahead, or go back to be killed by a ski mask wearing man with a gun? Ron put his foot down on the pedal and drove forwards along the road.

As the car went further down the road Ron began to feel a funny feeling. He felt as though his body and mind were becoming healthier, almost as though the ten years of drinking alcohol were disappearing, becoming fresher and fitter.

"What the hell is going on?" said Ron out loud.

For a moment the storm disappeared, no rain falling on the windscreen, and then it began to rain again, the rain falling harder then it had before, the lighting striking, and the thunder booming louder and more powerful then before.

Ron looked around, stopped the car and got out, looking at the road behind him. He could not see where he had come onto the road where it was too dark, and he got back in the car. As the storm continued, he felt as though he had been through this storm before. Déjà vu if you would. He just shrugged it off and continued driving down the road, driving into the storm. He then found himself at a point that was all too familiar. The point at which the road divided into two, the point where he had taken a wrong turn ten years ago. Ron almost immediately decided to take that road he hadn't taken ten years ago, to see what lay ahead and began to drive down it.

Thinking about what might happen; Ron said aloud "Well here goes nothing".

As the car drove down the road there was a bright flash which caused Ron to close his eyes, and then everything was back to normal. It was then just Ron, in a car driving down a road that hadn't existed for over eight years. So almost normal. A light caught Ron's eye. No way can this just be another dream thought Ron. He looked again wondering if maybe he hadn't been shot at, if maybe he hadn't spoken to Kim in his head, if maybe Kim had never died. What if I've been in a coma or something? Ron hit himself, and feeling pain, painfully acknowledged that he wasn't dreaming. Looking at the light, it hadn't become any brighter, and it definitely wasn't the light that would supernaturally surround his dead Kim. The light was red. And there were two beams of the red light. It wasn't anything unnatural; it was the headlights of a car.