Truth depends on ones point of view

Chapter 1: Old loves die hard

A young beautiful girl walked down the wooden stairs that lead to the back garden of a grey, short house in Norway. The sound of repeated hammering on wooden planks greeted her as she stod not 6 feet form the boy who she'd long wowed not to speak to again. She spend a while looking at the 15-year old boy and his father putting up a wooden fence at the gardens far end. As the wind gently played with her deeply brown hair, the hammering ceased, leaving only the sound of the wind blowing through the many leaves of the trees nearby. To her, it was almost as a movie she once saw, but without the feeling of nearing Autumn.

The boy finally looked up, his mouth thining to a tight line.

"Carol..." He said with a certain stiffness in his voice.

"Greif." She replied with a tone mixed with hope and fear.

"What do you want?"

"Your help."

This last sentence brought a pained expression to Greifs face, and his grip on the hammer tightened in such way that the iron handle broke.

"Go inside, we'll talk when I'm finished here."

She turned around, making her way up the stairs again, hearing how the planks creaked and groaned as she lithely acended, thinking that Greif had grown since last she saw him, then she remebered his tone when he adressed her. Two years ago, she had seen him kill her father before her eyes, with his secret "Two fingre puncture wound" After that, when he returned to her home, she had been waiting, Caught him before he could react, and then called for Kim and Ron. But as they waited for the police, he escaped after trying to tell them that he was innocent. They let him go because of all the people he had saved. Later, after one year, she found out that he really was innocent. As she reached for the door, the wind brought a smell of sweat to her nose, followed by a voice filled with pain and grief, making her turn.

"Why did you seek me out? Didn't I say clear enough that I never wanted to see you again?"

Her reply was as tormented as his.

"I know, but I need your aid in this matter.."

"What makes you think that I will help you after what you and my other so-called "friends" accused me for?"

"You always believed in giving people a second chance", she said while slowly walking towards him, staring letting his deep blue eyes be reflected in hers equally deep brown ones. "And I haven't found you before now. We need that second chance."

She saw anger in his eyes, and wondered about this, for she thoughed that he would be glad, or at least willing.

"As far as I am concerned, you can send that chance to hell. You never even gave me time to explane myself, not even listen to what I had to say. After all that time, you guys dropped me without question, not once believing in me."

"But we know the truth now. Please, can you forget the past and help me out?"

His relpy came in a dangerously soft tone, making Carol terrified.

"For two long years I've been on the run, from both the police and my past. All because of you. Can you redeem yourself in my eyes? I don't know. When Kim and Ron where supposed to have faith in a friend, they fail me, when the one that loved me where supposed to support and believe me, YOU FAILED ME"

His shout hang in the air as he made for the door to his house. He cried openly as he opened the door, dust and rubble from the work falling off him. He stood in the doorway, unable to move as tears ran down his cheek. When Carol saw this, she had her first doubts about herself. She wispered weakly, her voice as soft as the leaves in the wind.

"I...I..dont know how to apologize...but I need your help...please..."

"No" His answer seemed to wake him up, for he stardet to close the door. "Not until I am able to trust you again...and that may never be...I'm sorry...I still love you but I can't trust any of you."

Chapter 2: Flashbacks

As the door closed, Carol was left crying in the wind, after which she made her way up to the road, got on her bike and started to make her way to the hotel she'd booked for the week.. As she felt the wind carass her face, Carol were unsure, not knowing what to believe or think. She came to her hotel, and a flashback suddenly appeared in her inner eye, thinking of when she'd found out about Griefs innocence.

"Entering her room, throwing her standard Team Possible mission garb on her bed, Carol heard her Kimmunicator beep.

"Yeah, Wade, what's up?

"New data on your fathers death...Disturbing really..."

She rolled her eyes...

"Wade, I'm not in the mood...the search for Grief went sour, false information"

Wade looked up at her with a strange look to his eyes...

"Your not going to like this but..."

"But...?" she asked in a annoyed tone"

"He didn't do it...here's the file..."

A big text appeared on the screen of the Kimmunicator, saying LOADING, before some text lit up on the display. Wade's voice reemerged, tonelessly walking through the evidence.

"This video confirms that the murder looked like Grief, and had his DNA, but I found this at my camera in your room."

Carol raised an eye.
"You have a camera in MY room?" She asked silently.

"Uh, nevermind... but he was in your room, but left after a while."

"To go kill my father..."Sadness entered her voice as she spoke

"No, to arrange the celebration of your birthday. His DNA where found on your bed, but someone locked the files...someone obviously wanted to blame him.."

"WHAT?" She shouted into the kimmunicator...

"Say that again?"

"He never where anywhere near your father...We blamed him for something he never did."

Carol went limp in her bed. Her eyes lost focus as she thought back t all the harsh words that had fell between them that night. And a tear started to make its way down her cheek as she understood the pain they had caused on him, seeing why Grief never showed up again, seeing the cause of all that rage and sadness.

"But I love him..."she silently told herself.."oh, Grief, will you ever be able to forgive me?"

As she wishpered those last words, she started sobbing gently, then cried openly until she fell asleep

Chap. 3: Dreams back haunting

"Why did you do it? WHY? Answer me you..."

The wirtihing figure on the floor cried out in pain as Carol kicked him repeadetly.

A red-haired girl came over and took Carols hand, stopping her from hurting the bond person on the floor. The walls in the basement where bare, having the look of a prison cell or interrigation room. After a while a blonde boy entered the room, looking at Grief with disgust.

"The police have been called" the blonde said, joining the red-hair in holding Carol.

"At least give me a chance to explain myself!"Grief cried out, trying to break the handcuffs which held him down.

"You killed him, you killed my father." Carol shouted to him. "You murdering pig, you shall suffer for this"

"I didn't do it. Why does nobody listen to me?" Grief said with despair.

Carol broke the grip of the hands which held her, and rushed towards Grief, hand held high and flaring with a blinding light. Before she could strike, the hand was stalled. The red-hair spoke up.

"Don't kill him, your going to regret it. He will be taken care of."

Furius at the staller, Carol turned around, looking pissed.

"Don't tell me what to do, Kim."

The blonde walked inbetween the two girls.

"Stop the fighting. We'll just leave him here, and wait for the police to arrive."

As they walked out, Grief pleaded one last time for someone to hear him out.

Carol went into the livingroom with Kim and Ron, seeing Mr.P and Mrs.P sitting by the tv, looking shocked. She was about to say something, but then the lights went out. Soft sounds of a lock being picked drifted out from the basement. Carol, Kim and Ron rans straight down as soon as the lights went back on, but he was gone. All that was left was a little note saying:

"To my so-called "Friends". I won't be back and don't come searching for me. This has opened my eyes for how strong our friendship really where. I never want to see any of you again."

Carols eyes widened at the note.

"We need to go after him"

When she tried to run out of the door, Ron stopped her.

"Let him go, I think he will get all the punishment he deserves"

In his eyes, Carol saw a mixture of anger, pain and pity, and she fell down on the floor, sobbing."