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Elizabeth opened the door to her mother's home with her gun in hand. "I'll cover you." Will whispered behind her.
Elizabeth looked down the long hallway and saw a foot sticking out from the kitchen. Elizabeth broke into a long run and skidded in a mess of blood. "Mom!" Elizabeth picked up her mother's head and held it on her lap.
Elizabeth looked up at Will who was already dialing 911. "Will…he didn't cut her…where is all the blood coming from…" Elizabeth by looking at the scene saw the blood was a mess before she ran in. Blood was seeping from the kitchen pantry.
Will followed her gaze and opened the pantry door. Will put his hand on the door knob and pulled it open. Elizabeth turned her head as Mason, her mother's lover, tumbled out of the pantry. He was gutted from stem to sternum and was white, pale. The stench that came out of that was almost more than Elizabeth could bare.
"Jesus." Will muttered and turned his attention back to Elizabeth. "He didn't cut her at all?" Will asked as he gently lifted the limbs of Evelyn Swann.
"No…just a good wallop on the side of the head." Elizabeth showed Will the bruising. "He's gotten personal, he has crossed the line."
Elizabeth saw the flicker of lights, and the sounds of sirens. "Will, my mother knows a lot more about this than she would care to let on. I am going to ask her the questions we need answered." Elizabeth, numb with fear, was then pulled away by EMT's. The rest was a blur.
POTC
"Miss Swann?" Elizabeth stood up at the sound of her voice.
"I'm Doctor Baker, I was your mother's physician when she came in." Doctor Baker shook Elizabeth's hand. He was a tall man, with piercing blue eyes, pale skin, and dark brown hair.
"How is my mother?"
"You're mother is resting now, she has a very nasty concussion." Elizabeth sat down slowly. Will took her elbow to steady her.
"How bad?"
"Right now it is too early to tell. The CT scan showed no abnormalities, therefore, I can assume she'll be able to function." Doctor Baker sighed. "Your mother is now having several tests done. I suggest you go home, get some rest, and I will call you when you can visit her."
"Can I just see her? Even if it is through a pane of glass." Elizabeth asked.
"Sure." Doctor Baker helped her to her feet.
With Will and Doctor Baker flanking Elizabeth as she walked down the hallway of the busy emergency room, Elizabeth was scared. Her mother was all she had left in the world, if she didn't wake up…Elizabeth had no other reason to live.
Elizabeth stared at this woman. She had pasty skin, so pale, so fragile, this woman that had seemed fierce didn't look like she could do much of anything. Evelyn Swann was in a coma and Elizabeth couldn't help her.
Elizabeth walked into the room, even as Doctor Baker protested and kissed her mother's forehead and vowed to herself that she wouldn't rest until he was dead, whoever had tormented her life, and put her mother in a hospital was dead.
Elizabeth's head snapped up at the sound of slamming doors and shouts. "Sir, you can't go in there!"
Elizabeth stared into General Swann's eyes. "Get out." Elizabeth said in a menacing tone. "I swear to God if you take one more step towards her I will strangle you."
"She is my wife."
"Was your wife. You have no business here you bastard, so get out."
General Swann stared at Elizabeth. "You were there?"
The question caught Elizabeth off guard. "No, he called me." Elizabeth then stood up and faced her father. "You have ten seconds to leave."
"I will not go anywhere, and you won't talk to me that way."
Elizabeth reached for him. Will was there waiting in the shadows, grabbed Elizabeth's wrists and pulled her away from the general. "Now is not the time Elizabeth!"
Will pulled her out of the ER and outside. "Let me go!" Elizabeth screeched.
"Elizabeth, what the hell are you doing?" Elizabeth stared at Will.
"Drawing a conclusion." Elizabeth said slightly more under control.
"What is that?"
"I've got a lot of work to do. I am prepared to make a profile on our killer."
Will's eyebrow's shot up. "Really?"
"Our killer is one that has been trained. I do not believe our killer is acting on his own."
Will stared at Elizabeth. "No, there is no way it's him." Will said throwing his hands in the air. "You're just angry."
"No Will. No one called my father to tell him my mom was in the hospital."
"So? You're father is a powerful man."
"My father and mother divorced very bitterly. He wouldn't have seen her." Elizabeth paced. "He asked if I was at the house. Why would he ask that? I haven't lived at home in almost ten years."
"You could have visited."
"At eleven o'clock at night? Come on Will."
Will thought. "Fine, if your father is pulling the strings, who is his puppet?"
"When my mother wakes up I will ask her who my real father is. Then I will piece everything together." Elizabeth's gears were turning, and Will's were just being greased.