Chapter 6: Hour 6
Jack looks around the room. He was trying to clear his head. He could tell that everyone was in terror.
"I'm going to investigate around where Sloane was found." he says.
According to the new rules, they knew he would go alone.
"Wait a minute, you could destroy evidence it was you who killed him!" Tom says.
"Or finding evidnece it was you!" Jack says. His eyes narrow.
Jack was determined to find out who it was and kill them, exploring the bodies and places they were killed, he could be sure. Jack stood and walked to the door.
"I won't be long." he says looking at Sydney.
He went to Sloane's body and flipped it over. To his suprise he found a hairclip, lodged in his head.
Jack conitnued looking. He went to Marshall's body. He looked into his coat pockets and to his suprise he found that the killer was even more sick than we realized. A peice of paper that said. My name is Marshall, who killed me? Jack crumbled the paper in his hand.
He didn't find anything else by Marshall. He went to the mail room. He began to examine Rachel's body. Nothing, but some dust on her shoulders. It was odd. It looked like plaster.
Then Jack heard a dragging sound behind him, like a body being dragged. He turns and sees Dixon using his arms to pull his body into the room. Jack runs to his aid, they assumed he was dead.
"Jack." he mumbles.
"Dixon, your...your alive." he says.
"Jack." Dixon gasps again.
He was injured badly. He couldn't even move his legs. Jack debated if he should get the others. He then realized he couldn't tell them when Dixon said five of the most important words to him.
"I know who it is." Dixon said.
Jack was in shock and went close to Dixon letting him whisper it in his ear. Jack was supporting Dixon by holding his shoulder, cradling him. Dixon leaned in and whispered into Jack's ear. Jack eyes darted upward into the darkness at the sound of the name. He wouldn't have thought nobody would've.
Jack let Dixon's head lean back. He was gone now, dead. His only proof. He now defiantley couldn't tell anyone now. He walked back into Sloane's office as if he found nothing. His pupils bounce from everybody's eyes.
"Find anything worth while." Vaughn said.
"Nothing, but the horrific murdered bodies. I asked myself who could do something so sick. Then I left." he said.
His eyes gazed into the shadows of where everybody was sitting, his eyes starred at somebody in paticular, who he intently mystified with his glare noticed, but no one else did. The person knew, that Jack knew something was going and Jack was withholding information.
"In fact, I have formed a pretty good opinion, on who the killer is." Jack says his mouth turning into a smile.
Everybody looks around at each other. Syd and Vaughn whisper to one another. A signifigant amount of time elapses, enough that every person has left each at a different time. Sydney was the last and finally returns.
"It has been a while and I would like to head out to the bathroom." Jack says, "I also may investigate some more, check around Wiess' body. And the general meeting area." Jack conitues.
He was being straight with them, showing he had nothing to hide. He walked out. He walks over to the area and looks at all of the blood.
A new message was formed. Weiss' foot was pointed toward Marshall's body, the sprawled key from the keybpard splled out Lok up. The keys were limited and Jack new it meant look up, he did so. So ignorant.
He saw a computer printer above him with cafeteria knives strapped all around it. Jack gently begins to back away. The killer was smarter than let on, a trip wire was set and the printer fell straight down. Jack had no time to dodge it.
It hit him on his upper back and side shoulder. Jack fell to the gorund and desperatley pushed the printer off of him. It was painful, some of the knives were still stuck in his back. Blood began spewing out of his jacket.
Jack barley could get to his feet. Blood began to spill from his mouth, the wounds were that deep. He stumbled foward and hit desk. His head formed a red mark form that fall, yet he continued on. He made it to just outside the office and fell, it was pitch black and nobody could see him. He had no energy to yell.
He then passed out, and later died. The hour passed on and everybody started to get worried. Sydney finally got worried enough to storm out and she say her father's body right outside, his had barley clutched to the doorknob. He shrieked when she saw him.
Hour 6 was over and the group moved into hour 7. As everyone came to Sydney and found her father. It was a scary thought only to hours left. All panicked as the only leader like figure was gone and even with the new rules the killer still struck. All hope was lost and hour 6 has ended.