Disclaimer: A blah, blah, blah...please don't sue. I am very, very poor. And when i say poor, i mean stinkin rich! Naw, just kidding...anyhoo--original chars mine? O yea! Miinnee!

A/N: sigh..i miss comedy..i really do. This is not my thing. I am not a dramatic, tragedy, genius-girl person. Whatever, ya. Anyway, this chapter is, er, based on Pita's point of view. The whole thing might go like that. i dont know.

Chapter 4: Remaining Question

You know how they say that your life flashes before your eyes right before you die? Well, it happened to me…and I didn't like it.

I was too shocked and afraid to move, I snapped myself out of it but it as too late…the bullet hit and I was knocked off my feet. Breathing seemed harder now, my eyes were half shut when I saw what looked like hands. There were more gunshots fired and the last thing I could remember was…seeing two people watching me.

"Is she dead"

"Looks like it"

"How about we just get rid of her? We don't really need her, really. Since her father's dead anyway."

"No...we stick to the plan"

My eyelids hurt. In fact, every single bone in my body hurt.

"Hold on. She's moving"

All I could remember from last night werevoices and figures...no faces, no names.

"I say we get rid of her before she---"

I opened my eyes and stared up at the light coming from the ceiling. Everything was a blur at first but then, the room shifted into focus and I saw two people staring at me. A man with a maniacal look on his face and a woman…who has these, disturbing…eyes.

Istared at the woman for a second, her eyes werehollow and cold.I shivered, although the room was baking in the heat. Maniac, over there, snapped his fingers at me to get my attention, "Yo. You awake kid?"

"I'm definitely not dead if that's what you're asking"
Okay. Bad idea…that really, really hurt. My throat was all dry and raw that even talking was hard. Maniac grinned, impressed or irritated, I couldn't tell. He leaned over to me, and flashed a small flashlight at my eyes. I blinked a couple of times, using my hand to shield my poor, defenseless eyes from that…idiot. What is he? Like a doctor or something?
...Lunatic.

"Doc, speed it up will you." Crazy eyes told him.
Okaay, then I guess he really was a doctor. A lousy one, I'd say.
"Safety first. If I speed this up, who knows? I might cause some damage or something. That'll be real lousy"
…Oh gees, when I think of something, why does the opposite happen?

"Looks okay." He directed to the woman, "Hey. Mind opening your mouth for me"
I shook my head. Not without a cookie I won't. "I'll give you a cookie afterwards?" asked Maniac.
Crazy eyes snorted, "Like that'll ever work"
She stopped and stared at Maniac when I opened my mouth almost immediately after he said the word 'cookie.
"See there?" He checked my throat, "Such a mystery why you don't have a boyfriend." Two more people entered the room. A pretty lady with brunette hair and hazel eyes…there was this other guy, too.

His hair was all spiked up as he ran his hand down it. He held a coffee mug in the other. Figures, he just woke up. "How's the kid?" Spiky asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Fine. You?" Spiky peeled off the temporary bandage from his chest and grimaced at the wound that was there. "I've been worse." I sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room. It was dirty, damp and small…smelly, too. Everywhere I looked, there were shelves of equipment. Doctorish stuff, I guess. This didn't look like a hospital…

"It ain't a hospital." Crazy eyes told me calmly, it was as if she'd read my mind. I shook my head slightly to get the idea of. Psychic? There's no such thing. Brunette took a seat on the stool beside my bed--the bed, not my bed--and sighed, she looked at me with sympathy but that's not the only thing…she looked at me with pity. "Where's my dad"
"Patricia…" she let her head hang low as she fiddled with the silver ring on her fourth finger. How did she know my name?

"Your father…." she looked up, "…he's dead"
I sat there, frozen…the words still processing in my brain. My dad…he was…dead. Just like mom. But how? I shut my eyes, Brunette tried to comfort me by hugging me but I pushed her away, screaming like mad. Denying the truth. "Why does these things keep happening to me? Why? I-i didn't do anything wrong…I didn't"
"Of course you didn't." This time, it was Spiky who said it. "I know how you feel, alright? Everything…everything will work out"

"Have you ever lost someone…more than one someone. Who means a lot to you? If you haven't then…you don't know how I feel" I questioned and I was surprised to hear his answer…

"Yes"
All of the anger started to build up inside of me. I sniffled and wiped a tear from my eye. And then, I remembered. I started to remember exactly what happened…I was there. There when it happened.
All that remained was one question.

"Who…killed him?"