Jake was now arguing with Sammy. Amy looked over at Jonah to see his horrified expression.

Jake's face was contorted into an ugly scowl, and his eyes were flashing. It was obvious, despite the fact that screen was fuzzy.

Sammy was also speaking angry words, his hands gesturing wildly, his face like that of a snarling dog.

The two men faced each other and then Jake screamed something to Sammy. Sammy yelled something back.

Amy gasped in horror, and turned away. She didn't want to see Sammy murdered.

She looked back up just in time to see Jake's fist strike Sammy's jaw. She cringed, and turned away.

Within a few seconds however, she turned back. Where was the sword?

Sammy was holding his chin, and doubled over. Jake had evidently kicked him in the time she was turned away. Sammy was taking blow after blow, Jake's balled fists pummeling him over and over, again and again.

Blood poured from Sammy's nose, but still Jake continued. He was yelling something.

"How did nobody notice?" Amy cried, the horror of the situation grasping her in all its cruelty.

"Because." Jonah said grimly. He paused it and turned to camera over to where he and Hamilton where frozen, their hands stopped in some rather interesting gesture.

Nellie and all the others were staring at them in horror, and Ian was doubled over laughing. Natalie, from the looks of it, was trying not to laugh, and Dan was lying on the floor, screaming with laughter.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I know." Jonah replied. "We just need to finish this . . ."

Amy put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't think we need to see this. The police do."

Jonah nodded. "I know . . . but what about . . ."

"The sword." Amy finished. "I don't know. That's what I was wondering too, and I'm a little confused about it."

Jonah frowned. "Let's just finish this." He hit play, and Amy turned away, unable to watch.

Jonah gasped. "Amy! You need to see this!"

Amy turned back around. The screen was frozen.

Sammy was lying on the floor, alone. No one was near him.

"What happened?" She asked.

Jonah frowned. "Jake just left. He looked startled, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing."

He hit play again, and they stared at Sammy, lying cold on the floor. Within five minutes, a very drunk Sinead came stumbling in, giggling, from the looks of it.

"What did he tell her?" Amy gasped.

"He told her something!" Jonah cried. He turned his face away, and shut it off, but not before Amy's eyes, glued to the screen, saw her plunge the sword into Sammy's chest.

Sinead laughed, stumbled, and turned away.

Amy felt bile rising in her throat. There was a disgusting taste in her mouth that had not been there just a moment ago.

"Rewind it, and go to another scene!" She commanded. "I think Jake told her something!"

Jonah nodded. "She must have. He swung the cameras around until he was at the hall camera. Jake was approaching Sinead, who was swinging around Amy's sword.

Her face lips were lifted up in a goofy smile, and her eyes lit up when she saw Jake approaching her.

Amy groaned. "Oh, no. So . . . he told her to do it?"

Jonah nodded. Then he smacked the computer. "I wish this thing had sound on it. I didn't install sound because I would hate to have to listen to people's conversations . . . I should have."

Amy frowned. "If you install it now, would it still work?"

Jonah shook his head grimly. "It wouldn't. Only current captures, or videos, whatever you want to call it, would work."

"Oh. Dang."

"I know." Jonah frowned. "I wish we could hear what they were saying."

Amy pursed her lips. "Maybe Sinead would tell us."

Jonah laughed. "Right. I doubt she'd remember. By ten o'clock she was staggering. I had to tell her not to drink anymore. Thankfully it had worn off by the time the police showed up."

"So she knew what she did?" Amy asked.

Jonah shrugged. "Not nessecarily. She was . . . pretty drunk. I had to grab her at one time to keep her from walking into the wall."

Amy cringed. "Jonah, promise me next time we have a get together, if we ever do this again after what happened, there'll be no alcohol involved.

Jonah held out his hand. "I promise, gurl."

Amy smiled, and took Jonah's hand. It was rough in her soft one, and she squeezed it gently. "Deal." She replied. "Never again will I drink, and I hope you'll do the same."

Jonah nodded. "I won't touch the stuff again."

"Good. But right now, we need to go find Sinead. Maybe she can help us clear some of this up."

They found Sinead sitting in her room, staring out the window. She looked up, startled, when Amy and Jonah walked in.

Hopping off the plush vibrant red chair she was sitting on, she gasped. "Amy! Jonah!" She bit her lip, looking at the ground. "You found out, didn't you?"

Amy nodded. "Why, Sinead? Why? What did Jake tell you?"

Sinead opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly she was crying. Tears poured out of her already-red eyes, and she grabbed onto Amy. "I don't remember." Her voice was choked. "I mean, I remember some of what he told me, but, I was so drunk." She bit her lip, and inhaled sharply. Swallowing she began again. "I think he told me it was all some joke. That there was a gunny sack or something set up to look like Sammy. Jake said to stick the sword in it, and not to worry if there was something that looked like blood. He said that it was a joke, and that Sammy was going to laugh about it when he saw it." Sinead let go of Amy and buried her face in her hands. "If I had known," Her eyes were squinted but the tears still poured out of them like water. "I would never have done it."

Amy grabbed Sinead's shoulders and looked at her in the eye. "Sinead. You were drunk. I think you need to tell this to the police. And Jake is going to have some explaining to do."

Sinead broke down again. "But I'll go to jail. They'll lock me up and throw away the key!"

Amy shook her head. "They might. But I think we have a good chance, if you cooperate and tell them, make sure you emphasize that you were drunk, and that Jake tricked you."

Sinead sighed. "Ok. Let's go find the police."

Jonah smiled. Grabbing Sinead, he pulled her in for a quick hug. "I'm proud of you, Sinead. Just to let you know, if you do go to jail, I'll visit you every day."

Sinead slapped him playfully, her eyes still red. "Thanks, a lot. I'm sure it will brighten my day to see gangsta' face. In fact, it'll brighten my day so much I think I'd just puke."

Turning around, she went into the bathroom and blew her nose. Grabbing a sweater, she put it on, and then inhaled deeply. "Alright. I think I'm ready."

I had no clue I could write this much in a day. Like, seriously, right now I don't think I can think anymore. *sighs*

Sorry, this is probably really crappy.

As you can probably tell.

So...thanks for reading this. I love you guys so much.

I hope you all know that.

"See" you guys later.

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