I'm dreadfully sorry this next chapter took so long. I was at a family vacation in North Carolina for a week and was to busy to update. Though I was having a great time I was anxious to wrap up the story. This could very well be the final chapter but I'm not quite sure. I usually keep on writing until I create a paragraph worthy of being the last paragraph in the chapter… I'll decide after this chapter whether it's the end or not, because as I have said before I'm not quite certain about what I want to do. Let's just see what happens shall we?

Saturday/October3rd/Year2004/12:45pm

Ingrid couldn't remember ever feeling dread as bad as she was feeling it now. As Seth hung up the phone, leaving that eerie dead tone that the phone makes, she felt her world imploding all around her. She was being smothered by her worry and terror as she rushed back to the office building to get into her car. No, she stopped; she didn't have time to get the car. Fillmore hadn't taken long to get to the house of the tortured girl, so that meant it wouldn't take her that long either, that is if her panic didn't give her a heart attack first. She rushed to the phone book she had spotted Fillmore use before he ran off and went to the phone book. Luckily for her the page was still left open to the C's and it wasn't long before she had found the Clarks address and was sprinting down the street, not bothering to apologies to anyone she bumped into.

The emotions flooding through her were mixing into one big blob of rage, it was impossible to explain in words what she felt right now, so all she managed to do was gasp for breath as she forced her legs to sprint onward to her desired destination. She was hardly looking where she was going either, just after sprinting a block she had already run into at least ten innocent bystanders and a guy on a bicycles, knocking him right off of his wheels. She glanced back to make sure he was unharmed before continuing her sprint faster than ever. She hoped she could save Fillmore, no, she was going to save Fillmore and that poor girl in time. She forced herself to keep thinking that even though her own thoughts, even to her, didn't sound at all convincing.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang again. She glanced down at it; she still had it clutched tightly in her hand from when she spoke to Seth. Rodgerson's Cell, read the caller ID as her monotone ring blared on. She shook her head and continued running, but soon found herself clasping from exhaustion. "DAMMIT!" She yelled, looking at her ripped leather pants. Just like an annoying fly that wont stop buzzing around your head, the phone kept ringing. She picked up the phone and breathlessly spoke into the phone. "Mr. Rodgerson... Fillmore….Death's Silence…."

"Wow, Wow, Third! Take a deep breath and calmly tell me what's going on." He said firmly, his voice worried. Ingrid never EVER called him by his real last name, so when she did he knew something serious had happened. He listened carefully as Ingrid, still in panic, told him what was happening. "Well, I'll call the police and they'll meet you down there!"

Ingrid nodded as if she were talking to him in person. "Ok, I have to go!" She said, still out of breath. She realized she was still on the pavement, and was creating quite a scene for many people had stopped to stare at her. Ignoring all of them she crammed her cell phone into her bag and stood up. She raced onward, knowing the longer she dawdled, the less chance she would have of catching Death's Silence and finding Fillmore alive.

Saturday/October3rd/Year2004/1:15pm

Ingrid was now standing in front of the small house in which she had been looking for. It was a one story house and was mostly brick with some white siding. She took out her small, beautiful, black pistol and slowly approached the house. The door was left ajar as she silently made her entrance, her ears ready and hoping to capture some noise that would signify that Fillmore was still alive, just out of Seth's reach. After a few seconds of waiting she heard something that she hoped was Fillmore fighting back, a gun shot fallowed by shattering glass. She moved faster, her heard pounding as she fallowed the direction of the continuing gun shots. She walked into a room and nearly walked right past the girl tied to the chair. In fact, she would have completely missed her if the girl hadn't let out a small moan from under her duct tape covered mouth.

Ingrid turned around and pointed her gun at the noise, but once she realized t was the girl she slid the gun into its coaster and approached her. The girl began to make more noise, she was obviously scared. "It's alright I'm here to help." Ingrid whispered in a low voice, not wanting to be discovered. "I'm going to take the gag off, but you must promise me you won't make even a whimper when it's off. We don't want to be found."

The girl nodded and Ingrid slowly plied the duct tape off the girls mouth, it was obviously freshly put on because it wasn't that hard to pull off, it wasn't completely clung to her flesh. The beautiful girl went by her word and stayed perfectly quiet though her hands were trembling like mad. Slowly, Ingrid untied her and quietly helped her to her feet. Ingrid took out her gun and looked at the girl. "Take this…" She said, holding out a spare pistol she always carried in her purse. "Were going to slowly walk to the door, you cover my back and I'll cover yours, and once your free and out in the open run. The police are on the way so you need to stay near by, but find someplace to hide. Understand?"

The girl nodded, taking the gun hesitantly in her hands. Ingrid smiled at the girl. "It will be ok." She said as she slowly and carefully began to walk in the direction of the door in which she came in. though the door was just in the other room it felt like the longest walk of her life. Then, the door was in view, just a few feet away from them. Ingrid glanced over her shoulder to give a quick smile to the girl, but she soon found out that even the quickest glance away was dangerous. A bullet whizzed right in front of her and through the open door.

The girl let out a tiny scream before shutting her mouth. She looked at Ingrid apologetically, but Ingrid wasn't looking at her, she was looking in front of her. Lurking in the corner of the room was Seth, his eyes looking strait into hers. Ingrid Instinctively pointed her gun at him even though he was not threatening her with anything. "Don't move!" She exclaimed, her gun quivering slightly in her hands. The figure did just that, he stood still, in fact, he was as still as death. Ingrid noticed he was leaning against the wall, his head lopped to the side slightly, his eyes rolled upward. He was dead? Ingrid looked at the door and then at the girl who was trembling even worse than before. Slowly, she took the girls hand and led her to the door, her gun still aimed perfectly at Seth. She glanced out the door and saw police cars approaching. She turned to the girl again. "Go, run to the police, I'll be right out…. Go now!"

The girl wasted no time in handing Ingrid back her gun and sprinting from the house, tears in her eyes. Ingrid watched her as she ran to the police cars that halted just in the driveway. Ingrid smiled and looked back at Seth… He wasn't there! Her eyes widened and she looked around the room. He wasn't there, not in front or behind her. She felt her pulse beet wildly. She had let her guard down, let Seth trick her into thinking he was dead, and now he was hidden somewhere in the house, waiting for her, knowing now that she was there. And what of Fillmore? She had not once seen him while rescuing the girl. She walked into a room she had not yet entered, her gun in the air and ready.

Ingrid looked around the room, but something moving in the corner caught her eye. She quickly pointed her gun in the direction of the movement but stopped suddenly. "Fillmore!" She exclaimed, moving at a run to where he was standing. He was conscious, but didn't seem to hurt.

Fillmore's eyes widened as she approached him. He tried to stand but he had a broken leg. "Ingrid, no!" He exclaimed, raising a quivering hand into the air which made Ingrid stop dead in her tracks. "Go, Ingrid, It's a trap!"

Her eyes widened, but she already had moved to soon and was too close to Fillmore. A pistol fired off from behind her, and when she quickly turned around to see the source of the attack it was too late. She let out a yell of agony as she felt the bullet enter her right shoulder, blow through her collar bone, and come to a painful stop as it jammed into her shoulder blade. She collapsed to her knees and gripped her shoulder with her left hand, letting out painful gasps of pain. The feeling was so painful, so painful that she couldn't even find it in herself to yell or curse. The only thing she fond herself doing was looking up at her attacker.

"In my hunt for the mouse I didn't expect myself to find a canary. This must be my lucky day." Said Seth as he slowly walked forward, his tall leather boots clomping over the blood soaked carpet. His long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and his entrancing crystal blue eyes leered at her with pure sinister delight. He was, actually, rather good looking, not at all what you would expect from a psycho with a lust to kill. His arms were crossed in a cocky manor, his arms hidden under his black leather jacket. "It has been…Such a long time, Ingrid. Yes, very long indeed, yet, your still just as beautiful as ever. How your beauty taunts me."

Ingrid just stared up at him, her hand trembling as it put pressure on her wound to help prevent blood flow. "What, not happy to see me?" He asked with a smirk, kneeling down to her level. "No, I suppose you wouldn't be, you always loved Fillmore way more than you could ever love me… how that upsets me, but want to know what upsets me even more than that? The fact that even after your looser boyfriend, over there, believed me instead of you and dumped you, you still loved him. Even after my great scheme to break you two up worked you refused me and went on blindly loving Fillmore as if he still loved you back, just waiting for him to return to you. God, your loyalty really pisses me off… And even now I can tell you love him…How sad….How irritating."

"What!" Demanded Fillmore, his eyes narrowing. He pulled himself to his feet, holding his weight up on his good leg while his hands gripped a desk. "You tricked me! So it was your fault, and all this time I thought….I thought… Oh my God…"

"Oh my God is right, Fillmore." Said Seth with a horrid grimace on his face. "You actually believed that Ingrid, the woman who loves you more than any other human being, actually cheated on you. You jumped to conclusions and believed my little scam over the word of your girlfriend…. How horrible it must have felt, Ingrid, to have the person you love most turn away from you."

"Stop it…." Muttered Ingrid, who had tears coming to her eyes. Her hand gripped even tighter around her wound as if to check if it was still there for the pain of her emotions was overpowering the pain of her wound. She felt like she could just explode and not give a damn about it.

Seth smirked softly, his eyes sinisterly cruel as he leered at Ingrid. He then looked to Fillmore, who was standing and trying to move towards where Seth was to attempt to hurt him. Seth merely kicked him away until he hit a wall and clasped to the floor in even more pain. "Hmmm… Pathetic… Ingrid, how can you possibly love this man, he's so weak, and so blind." Seth asked, shaking his head as if ashamed by Fillmore even though Ingrid knew it was all an act. "But, you do love him, don't you? Tell me the truth Ingrid; tell me out loud so that foolish boy can feel the errors of his ways…"

Ingrid squinted her eyes shut as hurt tears began to fall, slowly she felt herself going back in time, back to the moment when Fillmore pushed her away from him…

Sunday/October23rd/Year2003/10:57pm ((Flashback))

It was a fall night at the University of San Francisco, the stars were gleaming as almost every single light went out around the building, but in one of the dorm rooms a light was on. An early Halloween party had been hosted by Andréa Millers, one of the most popular girls at the university. It was a costume party, and most the girls were dressed up in scanty outfits, while the guys found themselves dressing in the goriest things possible; one guy made it look like a spoon had been shoved through his throat. One of the few who actually took Halloween seriously was Ingrid third, who did not dress up for she thought it was an insult to the holiday. Halloween was meant to be a celebration of the dead, and Ingrid treaded it that way. She refused to disgrace the holiday by dressing up in fake masks, so she simply wore a black shirt, and a black knee length skirt.

Though Ingrid was invited to this party she almost didn't go, the thought of seeing so many people she couldn't stand making fools of themselves did not appeal to her. The only think that made her want to attend was seeing her boyfriend, Fillmore. They had been dating for a while and had become quite fond of each other. Ingrid was leaning against a wall by the punch bowl waiting for Fillmore to appear, he had just took a break from dancing to the bizarre selection of music to use the restroom. She let out a sigh as her eyes moved from the crowds to the floor.

"Hey, babe." Said Fillmore as he rounded the corner, swiftly pulling her into his arms. He had a very laid back sense to him, and often did things very smoothly. That smoothness about him made Ingrid only love him more. He gave her a smirk before kissing her lightly on her pale cheek. "Miss me?"

Ingrid smirked, rolling her eyes playfully. "Not really, you were hardly gone for several minuets. It's not like I had to wait a year or something." She said in a falsely serious voice. She then managed a small smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Of course I missed you. God forbid we part for more than a few seconds."

"Hey, I sense that sarcasm, Third." He said playfully, pulling her toward the dance floor. "Come on, teach me some of that creepy dance moves you do so well."

Ingrid resisted and slid her hand out of his. "Fillmore, you know I don't dance in public." She said with a small smile. "You go ahead, just move like you're a walking corpse and you're doing it right." She managed a laugh as he rolled his eyes and made it into the dance floor. She sighed, watching him disappear into the crowd before being joined by a member of her class, Seth Land Sice.

"Hey Ingrid." He said in a very calm and emotionless voice. He smirked a bit, his thin lips managing a sweet smile. "How are you doing on this fine, yet spooky, evening?"

Ingrid acknowledged his presence, but was far to distracted by Fillmore's version of dancing to pay much attention as she spoke. "I'm fine… How about you?" She asked, glancing at him quickly trying not to be rude.

He stood a bit closer to her. "I'm ok, I guess…" He said with a shrug, his eyes never once leaving hers. "How about a dance, I think a slow song is coming up."

Ingrid shook her head as if to hear if what he said was correct. She made eye contact with him for the first time, her left eye brow quirked in irritated curiosity. "Seth, as nice as your offer was I assume you know I have a boyfriend and will, most likely, dance with him." She said a-matter-of-factly. She looked away from him, her eyes back on Fillmore who had just fallen onto his back. She chuckled softly before talking again. "Besides, I'm not much of a dancer."

Seth shrugged again and placed a hand on her shoulder, making her flinch a bit. "That's alright, neither am I, but I would feel honored to dance with you, Ingrid." He said, his voice rising to more of a firm tone as his long fingers gripped her left arm. He started to drag her onto the dance floor. "Come on."

At first, Ingrid took this playfully and tugged back. "Seth no, stop." She said her voice casual. But when he didn't stop she tugged harder, but his gripped remained, sending a wince of pain up her arm. "Seth, your hurting me, come on, quit it!" She finally pulled her arm away from him and took several wary steps back. She was upset that he would attempt to force a dance out of her, but what concerned her more was the fact that he was now walking back to her, his eyes not very friendly.

Seth pushed her up against the wall where she was once leaning casually, held her hands pinned to the wall with his own, and kissed her passionately on the lips. Rage and fear soared through Ingrid, she instantly put up a struggle, but Seth had her pinned against the wall, making her struggle, not only completely pointless, but wrong looking from Fillmore's angle who had just stopped dancing to find Seth and Ingrid lip locked against the wall.

Seth seemed to know it was the perfect time to break away from the kiss for when he did so, a clear view to the shocked still Fillmore was visible for Ingrid. Seth turned back to Ingrid and kissed her on her pale cheek and said. "Catch you later darling." Just loud enough for Fillmore to hear. And with that, he swiftly walked away, leaving Fillmore and Ingrid to stare at each other.

Ingrid could only imagine what the scene had looked like from Fillmore's angle and was the first one to break the silence. "Fillmore, it's not what it seems." She said, her voice quivering from the unpleasantness of what she just had to endure. Her face went from distressed to despair when she saw Fillmore silently turn from her and walk out the door and away from Ingrid and the party. She ran after him, but he had already started at a brisk run down the hallway. "Fillmore….STOP!"

Fillmore did so, but did not talk until Ingrid was inches from him. "Why should I, Ingrid!" He demanded, his eyes dangerously furious. His nostrils were flaring as his distraught tone grew only louder and louder. "I had suspicions about that guy for a long time; he would always stare at you in class! And now what I just saw has confirmed what I had feared!"

He went to turn away but Ingrid reached out a quivering hand and grabbed his shoulder. "No, Fillmore, it wasn't what it looked like!" She said, her voice both scared and sad. She didn't want to loose the man she loved for something that wasn't even her fault. "Seth forced himse-"

"Seth, so that's his name!" Fillmore said, a furious smirk on his face. He pulled his shoulder away from her and turned his back to her. "Well, I hope you and Seth will be happy from now on, because our relationship is over, Ingrid." And with that he walked away, leaving Ingrid motionless and crying in the hallway.

Saturday/October3rd/Year2004/1:30pm ((Present day))

Ingrid was sobbing now as her memories kept circling through out her mind. "Yes…I love Fillmore…" She said, her voice quivering, but not from sadness, but from anger. Slowly, she stood up, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Seth with her tearstained eyes. She pulled her pistol from her holster and aimed it at him with her good hand. "But that's not going to stop me from taking you down!"

Seth merely smirked and held the pistol he had stole from Fillmore earlier and aimed it at Fillmore. "Think fast, Ingrid." He said, pulling the trigger on the pistol he had aimed at Fillmore chest.

Ingrid instantly sprung into action. She dropped her gun, darted at Fillmore, and pushed him out of the way only to take the bullet herself. It went so fast that she didn't even feel the sting of the metal in her chest, the darkness came too soon. A voice yelling "INGRID!" and another gun shot were the only sounds welcoming her into the never ending darkness…

I have decided not to end the story here. There will be another chapter that will be the final chapter. I hope for good reviews and constructive criticism. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long to write.