Chapter 3: Hour 3
Jack grabs Dixon by the collar and rips him off the ground. "Jack wait. Dixon do you mind telling us what is so funny." Sloane asks. "This. All of it is ridiculous. It's not real, it's a lie. This is just crazy. You are all crazy!" Dixon replies. Jack walks away, grabs a binder off of a desk and hits Dixon in the head with it rendering him unconcious. "That's not funny." he says to the body laying at his feet. "Jack, he was just cracking under all of this pressure and paranoia." Sloane says calming Jack down. "Don't make excuses for him, he could be the killer!" Jack yells. "Everyone just calm down!" Sydney shouts. "It looks like we all have to go everywhere together now, we can't trust antone and groups three failed." Nadia says backing her sister up. "Can I get some water over here?" Weiss says. Vaughn picks up his water bottle and heads over to where Weiss is.
"We should all go and find some food, I'm starving." Vaughn says. "Leave the suspects here." Jack says. "ou don't get, we all are suspects." Sydney says. Tom finally gets the stregnth to rise to his feet. His bones are still dislocated and he can barley move. Jack, Sloane, Sydney, Nadia, Vaughn all walk into the darkness. "No. Don't leave me here, please come back!" Weiss says. Even Tom trailed behind them, he couldn't keep up, but he was with them. Only two flashlights. Jack had one and Sloane had one. Sloane kept flashing his back to see if Tom was still there. Jack kept his lit aiming at what was ahead of them. They all walked in silence. Nobody wanted to say anything. Besides in this situaiton their isn't much you can say. After a quick scale of the building They all walk back to the central meeting area. Dixon is regaining conciousness as they arrive.
They shine the light at Weiss. His throat was cut. He was dead. Jack grabs Dixon and begins punching him. "It was you, we left you here, and you mysriously wake up as we arrive, sorry but I'm not buying." Jack says. Vaughn and Sloane have to pull Jack off of Dixon. "Let's see if Dixon has a response. Well Marcus, what happend." Sloane says. "I have no idea." he says getting up and feeling his lips, blood was gushing out of his mouth. "I just woke up and you guys arrived, I didn't even know you had left." Dixon says. "Liar!" Jack yells. Another death, everybody thinks it was Dixon, he was the only one here, but nobody really does know what to think anymore. "Anybody could have slipped away from the group, it was pitch black." Sydney says defending Dixon, she knew if nothing was said, he would be beaten to death.
"Oh and why would the killer leave you alive? Huh Dixon, they just killed Weiss, but not you?" Jack says. He makes a good point. Dixon could have heard or maybe seen who the killer was, unless it were him. It doesn't add up. "I don't know Jack, but if your going to kill me then do it. Because I sure as hell don't want to be picked off later by who the real killer is, and besides if you kill me it will prove I'm not killer, because after I'm dead, I gaurentee you that the murders won't stop. What then Jack?" he says. "This is tearing us all apart. The killer whoever it is wants us to break down. So everybody calm down, please." Vaughn says. Nadia is next to Weiss' body, sobbing.
"I can't handle this" she says, looking up at everybody. Everybody is silent. They haven't even processed all of the death that had hit. "This is insane. And I am not going to be a part of it, I can hold my own, trust me it will be better." Dixon says walking away. "You know if you leave now you will only be proving me right?" Jack says. Dixon comes to a hault. "Think about what I said Jack." he says begining to walk again. Everyone puts their heads down. What now? "Jack you need to control yourself." Sloane says. "Why Arvin? Isn't him leaving saying enough." Jack responds. "No, I actually I believed Marcus, he had as good an aliby as we did." Sloane says. "Your daughter was right anybody could have left and we would have had no clue. But now you let a good man walk away, I'm not saying he was innocent, but for all we know, none of us are." Sloane says.
Jack grunts and sits down. Hour three only and they had lost two people. The killer is still out there and everybody is still in danger, trust nobody not even yorself at dark times like these. They all sit together, a killer among them and not even halfway through the time has been spent there. They all rest, but no one sleeps, as they move into hour four.