"Oh my god, this is so sick," Helen sighed near tears again. She was still on the ground, not sure her legs would carry her if she'd tried to stand up right now. What had happened to Ray? She panted hard, rubbing her hand over her face. "We made a mistake," she mumbled to herself not paying any attention to Barry getting to his feet.

He looked saddly down at her and leaned down to help her up. "Heller, this is..."

"Payback, we're bad people Barry. We're bad people. How else can you explain this? Would this happen to a good person?"

He shook his head a little. "We're not bad people, we just have extremly bad luck. Now come on, we need to get out of here," he took a hold of her arm, pulling her up as she placed a palm on the ground to help him by pushing herself up. She paused her moves.

"Wait, Barry, what's that?" she asked laying down again. She squinted, seeing something under another car. "I think I see something."

He frowned, squatting, looking where she was looking, he saw nothing. "It's probably a tire or something."

"It's not a tire," Helen spat out, quickly getting to her feet now. Barry followed her moves as she quickened her pace, practically running to another row of cars. "It's..." she stopped, her eyes growing huge.

"What is it?" Barry asked coming closer. He saw something colorful behind the car but couldn't tell what it was.

Helen dropped to her knees and he walked around the car. "Oh my god," he gasped, "Julie?"

The girl on the ground was unconscious, a streak of blood running from her forehead and a fat lip growing. She looked horrible, being as pale as ghost and all. She almost looked dead. But he could see her chest heave up and down to his relief.

Helen shook her friends shoulders. "Julie, Julie wake up. Please wake up."

"She unconcious. Should we take her to the hospital?"

"Again? They'll never let us leave," the blonde ran a hand through her hair. Julie wasn't a bad person, this she knew.

Her fiancee nodded. "Then we'll take her somewhere else. Can't stay here though," he glanced around, half expecting the screeching car to show up again and finish them all off. He kept wondering why it just didn't. Who ever it was, he was having fun. Too much fun to just kill them when chance was given. This wasn't about death anymore, it was beyond that, it was much more personal. He looked back at the two girls, they had to get to safety.

"Where do we go? Hotel?"

He shook his head. "Julie's apartment is probably better." He squeezed past Helen and squatted down as he put his arms under the sleeping brunette and lifted her up. "Where's our car?"
"Ray?" Julie slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a couple of times, getting them used to the light. Supporting herself on her elbows she sat up halfways and looked around in her own livingroom. She was lying on the couch, Helen was sitting next to her and Barry was anxiously pacing by the windows.

"Where's Ray?"

"We don't know," Helen told looking away, "we only found you. Almost didn't," she sighed. "Julie what happened?"

"I don't know," the brunette stuttered and sat up further, she excepted the glass of water that Helen offered and drank trying to stop the buzzing in her head. "Ray was getting the car and I went down to find him. Then someobdy called my name," she cringed at the memory, "I ran. I couldn't do anything else, I didn't see Ray anywhere."

"Okay," Barry flung out his arms and turned to them. "This is going too far. We're not gonna play this game anymore."

His girl sent him a glare. "Well, what do you propose we do? We're not excactly in charge here."

Barry nodded and walked up to her by the couch. "And why is that? Because we're letting this sick s.o.b. take it from us! We're running around being scared – letting him pick us off one by one. It's time we do something." He walked past them and out to the kitchen, both girls staring at him and when he disppeared from their sight, they exchanged glances instead.

"We're all tired," Helen said softly, caressing Julie's head. "Do you want to sleep?" She was worried Julie would strain herself if they began some crazy witch hunt for a person they had no idea who it was.

But her darkhaired friend shook her head. "No, I agree with Barry," she said pensivly, "ít's time we do something about this. I am not going to die and I am not leaving Ray alone with that lunatic," with determined eyes she threw the blanket, covering her, to the side and sat up.

Barry re-entered the room with a pen and a pad in his hand. He crinkled his eyebrows a little at the new strenght he saw in Julie but he didn't comment on it. They needed it. He looked at Helen as he took a seat in an armchair. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. This madman had tortured her long enough, he didn't cared what happened to himself – as long as she made it out of this alive.

Noticing his looks Helen gave him a smile and nodded at the pad in his hand. "What do you need that for?"

"We're making a list," Barry explained leaning his elbows on his knees, "we're going to write down every possible person we can think of who could possibly have the slightest thing against us. A minor grudge, a burning hatred – it doesn't matter. They all go on the list. Okay?"

Julie nodded first. "That nurse, if he's not on your suspicion lists then I don't know what you're thinking with." She shuddered. "I can just see him – watching, waiting," she shook her head as tears surfaced her eyes. "We have to find Ray," she mumbled and Helen patted her back, trying to console.

"And we will. This sick bastard has put us through a lot these latest couple of days but – as far as we know – we're all still kicking and breathing. For some reason I think he wants to keep it that way."

Julie grumbled something to herself and then stood up, beginning to pace in Barry's place. Her friends began to speak in low voices behind her, low enough so the neighbours wouldn't hear a peep, but high enough for Julie to hear every word. She stopped listening after a while though when she felt they weren't making sense anymore. They all knew why this was happening – why did they try and rationalize it? There was no other explanation. They were paying for their mistake.

A memory flashback made her legs weak and she leaned against the wall. "Are you okay?" Helen's sweet voice immediatley sounded. Julie didn't look at her but used her hair to obscure her face, walking towards her bedroom. "I need to call Charlotte," she mumbled heading for privacy.

Ray tried to open his eyes with much trouble, there was something on them. It wasn't causing him any pain, but there was something covering them, preventing him from seeing his surroundings. He wondered if it was a blindfold but it felt rather sticky. "Hello?" he asked with a raspy voice. The air was dry and forced him to cough. "Hello?" he repeated. "Julie?"

Julie! In sheer panick he tried to sit up and slammed his head into something hard, immediatley forcing him down to a flat back again. First now he could feel the pain aching through his entire body and that his hands were tired behind his back. It was very uncomfortable. He kicked his feet, which were free, but from what he could tell there was just wood at the end of them.

An alarming thought struck him and he used his fingers to scratch the ground under him. It was dirt ontop of poor wood, he winced as he got several splinters. Trying to bend his knees he felt that he couldn't move more then a couple of inches to either side. Up, down – there was no room to move.

He realised it then – wild thoughts of panick surging his mind and soul. He was buried alive. Screaming on the top of his lungs a part of him knew it wouldn't help. He was somewhere where nobody could hear him.

A/N: Hey sorry about the HUGE delay and the short chapter, but my inspiration has been running low and my computer is acting out. I'll try and finish this over the summer though, thank you for your patience.

J

p.s. And for the question what IKWYDLS is – it's short for "I know what you did last summer".