Sup everybody! This is Dicen here, working in her private layer to make sure you all are happy with the next chapter of The Three Musketeers. It took me awhile, even with Tigger77's instructions. I just couldn't seem to put what she wanted into words. But the damn that held all the words has seemed to be penetrated and I now know exactly what I must do! :D Hopefully you all like it! I really, really want Tigger77 and everyone else viewing this to be happy she picked me to finish her story up. This is why it is so very important you all review to tell me if there anything I need to do better, or anything I need to fix. I also accept praise, so anyhow…..

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It takes every bit of my will and control not to run as fast as I can out of the room when I see the little metal contraption.

My arm, though not broken or even sprained needed medicine that went directly into my blood flow, and since they had no pills that would do the job accurately a syringe was brought out. It held some kind of clear liquid that smelt like lemon hand sanitizer. Hell I would have thought it was hand sanitizer had the doctor not pushed down on the plunger causing it to squirt out just as fluidly as water. Some of the liquid landed on my face and wiping it away I could feel that it had no jelly feel to it like hand sanitizer.

I looked back up from the wetness on my finger to the doctor's cold calculating eyes. I could tell he was amused by my horror. I would have been too, judging by the reflection off his glasses anyway.

"Are you sure it's not broken?" Brett asks again from the side of the room. "I swear I heard a snap when Vi-she um, fell."

Doctor Hemmington looked at him annoyance. Obviously he was upset that something pulled him away from his work; an eighteen year old girl afraid of a little needle. "I'm positive. There is no break what so ever. I don't know what you heard, but fortunately it wasn't Liberty's arm."

Brett nods his consent, though I don't think he looks all that convinced. He has no choice but to listen to the doctor. Though I'm sure he'll be checking up on my arm constantly until he's satisfied that it truly is fine.

Doctor Hemmington brings the syringe closer. Exerting the needle out as far as possible…. I clench my eyes shut in anticipation. Think of something nice Bella. I tell myself. Think about donuts, or that add on TV for the new McRibs at McDonalds that Zeke was drooling over on the way in. Think happy thoughts.

I feel the needle poking at my skin, at one of the veins in my wrist. Soon it will be over, and my arm will be okay again.

"Hey doc! What're these thingy-ma-bobs?" Zeke practically screams. I'm quickly finding it is hard for him to keep his voice down, and my eyes snap open.

I watch in pain and dismay as if in slow motion as Doctor Hemmington loses concentration on the vein, and the needle, and basically everything he was doing. His eyes look up at Zeke, who's got a bunch of weird, little wooden pieces in his mouth and hands, right as he jabs the syringe into a layer of muscle.

"Zeke!" I sort of howl and screech at the same time. Doctor Hemmington looks down at me in alarm, but he isn't laughing at me anymore. He's lucky he isn't. It seems that if anyone tries to mess with me now I will rip their heads off.

Zeke stares at us in confusion. "What?" His voice is muffled by the wood in his mouth, and he just stands there. Not realizing that he's the reason I'm lying on the ground howling.

T***T***M

Finally after Zeke was thrown out of the room, and Doctor Hemmington paying more attention, I was allowed to leave. Zeke and Brett are both waiting out by the now beat up car we drove in with. Neither Brett nor I had truly understood why Zeke could have gotten into so many accidents and received so many tickets like he said he did until he finally 'let go' of what little there was left to let go off and shown us.

Apparently while Alice, I flinch at the memories her name brings back, loves to experiment and design clothes, Zeke likes to experiment with new ways a car can move and design new way to give someone a heart attack. The shiny black truck that had taken us as far as we had made it now had steam coming out of the engine and scraps and dents running all along its sides. The passenger's window was broken. Even Zeke and Brett weren't completely sure it wouldn't blow up at any second. Hence why they sat so far away from it.

"Do you think it's safe enough to drive?" Brett asks no one in particular.

"Oh come on Brett. Why wouldn't it be. It looks fine. " Zeke chuckles walking over to it. He pats its shoulder before getting in the driver's seat.

Neither him driving or the car he's driving can be safe. And with the glance I catch Brett giving me I know he agrees. But looking around the parking lot I see no cars that would be easy to steal. There's too many witness anyway. I sigh, then get in. Bracing myself for what could be the ultimate finality of my life.

We're back on the highway when it happens. The truck, though still steaming, is doing pretty good, and after having to out run the cops once, Zeke has decided it would be for the best to at least try to stay at the speed limit. "At least until dark comes." He says, brown eyes gleaming.

I can tell he's not joking, and that's what I'm fretting about when I see it. A glimmer in the sunlight. Just out of the corner of my eye. But I'm certain. This isn't your normal sparkle. So bright and beautiful. No it could only be one thing. Vampire's skin in the powerful ways.

Only, when I turn my head to look I see nothing. "Did you see that?" I ask.

But it seems no one is even listening. Brett has dozed off in the back, his lit cigarette still alight in his hand. I grab it from him. Smashing it out before throwing it out the window. We don't need anything to ignite fire in the car. And Zeke is straining, veins bulging to not totally hit the gas pedal and take off down the street. I know he wants to.

It's clear no one else saw it. I play it off in my head. Nothing happened out of the ordinary. It was just my imagination running wild. That's what Zeke and Brett would've said if I told them anyway. I let it go.

T***T**M

The black truck, steaming flying from its engine, rushes by. The little twerps are in it I can tell. I smile deviously. It seems that god awful truck might end up killing them before I have to do any work. I love the human technology sometimes so much.

A cigarette butt lands ten feet from where I'm standing. It's got the kids scents on it, I conclude by picking it up. Looks like one of them is a smoker. My smile grows even more. With what they seem to be doing everyday by themselves I might not even have to kill them. Lung cancer might do it itself. Though that would hardly be tortures and slow enough.

The remaining butt in my fingers crushes into ash, floating to the ground silently.

The clock is ticking, and it's only a matter of time.

OMG! Who is it? I don't know? Do you?

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