This is one of my favorite chapters. Also, one of the longest! Over 2,500 words! It's like a word present! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and maybe...possibly...review?

FYI: I shalt be updating on Sunday.

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Adam's POV

I thought Jade would get into her car and blow up, effectively exacting my revenge, but my new plan was even better. After bludgeoning her over the head, I had taken her to my dad's storage locker. It had been practically empty for years, just some old, moldy furniture. I was planning on staying the night, waiting on her to wake up, but my fucking mom called me after finally noticing I was missing. Before leaving, I had searched her bag and found her phone. I left her laptop; there was no wifi here. She could listen to music or something. I took out the phone's battery and broke the sim card, then threw it in a garbage can outside the train station nearby.

When I got home, my mom lectured me on my curfew or some shit. She's a fucking hypocrite. The entire time she was talking, I could smell the alcohol on her breath. Besides, it had taken her five days to realize I wasn't at home. She was an even bigger idiot than Chad, had been ever since dad left. Finally, she finished.

"Can I go now?" I asked, turning to leave. I was halfway to the door to my room when she called out.

"Wait, Adam, sweetie, did you remember to take you meds?"

I rolled my eyes and grit my teeth. I only paused for a minute, long enough to say, "Of course I did, mom." But, of course, I was lying. And, of course, she couldn't tell. I kept walking, but, only a few second later, she spoke again.

"Chad's parents called." My fists clenched, slightly. She continued, "They want to know if you've seen him. They're worried. Said that he left his medication at home. Blamed you for 'corrupting' their son. I told them that you're a good boy; never forget your meds. That it was Chad getting you into trouble." She sighed. "I honestly wish you two never met at group therapy. But Adam, you haven't seen him, have you?" Stupid bitch was practically begging by the end. My face morphed into my carefully constructed mask. A cruel, condescending smile slipped onto my face. I turned around, the essence of innocence.

"No. I haven't seen him in weeks." She smiled, relieved.

"Good. I'll see you later then, Adam." I turned around again. I ambled cockily down the stairs to the basement and down the cream hallway to my room. My eyes narrowed as I found the brown, hand-drawn-sign that covered door slightly ajar. I always kept my door closed and locked. I whipped my head to the side, but my mom was probably in the kitchen, pouring herself another drink. Slowly, I reached out to touch the brass doorknob. I swung the door open.

Unlike most teenaged boys' rooms, clothes didn't cover my floor, but a few books fell close to my bed. One of the walls was stone, and exposed pipes and wires ran across the ceiling. The other three walls were painted white, but water had dripped down one of untouched walls, leaving rusty colored stains. Every piece of furniture in room was also white.

My bed was tucked into the corner, with white covers. It was next to a small dresser that doubled as my bedside table. A shade-less lamp rested on top of the dresser beside an alarm clock. My bookshelf and my desk were on the other side of the room. The shelves of the bookshelf sagged under the weight of my hundreds of books, but my favorite books, biographies of Ted Bundy, a few books on psychology experiments tested on people before they were made illegal, Devil in the White City, and several others, were stacked next to my desk. My desk was completely clear, every pencil in a cup in the top right corner of the desk and papers stacked just to the left of it. A mesh wastebasket lay empty underneath, completely empty of trash. My laptop was on top of the desk.

I liked my room. I liked its position; I got my own bathroom, well, the whole floor was practically mine. The only other rooms were the room that housed the furnace and boiler and the small landing by the stairs that I used as a living room. I had placed a chair and a crappy black and white TV there; that was all that there was room for. And because the floor was mine, I could do what I wanted when I wanted. And when the door at the top of the stairs was closed, you couldn't hear what was going on down here. I had moved down here three years ago, and my little brother stopped coming down when he realized mom couldn't hear him screaming when I beat him up.

The basement was a white, emotionless void. The only personal things on the floor were my books; there were no pictures or posters anywhere. Everything was replaceable. Everything was neat, looking like it was out of a magazine. The only thing that showed who I was, what I was, was my book collection. The books had been placed disorderly; there was no pattern, no reason for its organization. But though everyone else saw it as disorderly and chaotic, it was an orderly disorder. It made sense to me, and I knew where every book was supposed to go. And the order had been messed up.

I searched everything in the room and thanked the gods that I had password protected my computer. It ensured that my mom didn't see some rather interesting pictures of Jade and Tori. But whatever my mom had been looking for wasn't here. I let out a relaxed sigh and sat down on my bed. I napped for a few hours, but I awoke in a panic after my usual nightmare.

It wasn't so much a nightmare as a memory. A memory from my childhood that was quite unpleasant. A memory that included my father, screaming, and pain. But the pain and the screams weren't mine. They were his, as a seven-year-old me electrocuted him. That was the day before I was admitted to the "hospital." That was when the real nightmare had begun.

I woke up screaming. My eyes glazed over. I couldn't control myself -and didn't really want to- as I destroyed my room. I pulled the drawers from my dresser, emptying the clothes onto the floor and throwing the drawers into the walls. They splintered and broke. I hit the lamp and the alarm clock across the room, tore the books from there covers, many page from page, throwing everything on the floor. I overturned my desk but picked up a sharpie from the floor. In my delerium, I walked over to the bookshelf and threw it down too. Behind it was the one part of the wall that was different. That was the reason I had covered it. In this world, as I had painfully learned, it was a sin to be different.

For a moment, I stared at the wall admiring my work. In a rectangle that was perfectly covered by my bookshelf were the two most glorious words in the world written over and over again. I smirked and took the sharpie's cap off, frantically continuing my work.

When I was finished, I was breathing heavily. I sunk to my knees and ran a hand through my hair. I just sat like that for about fifteen minutes. Then, I picked up a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt from the floor. Calmly, I changed into them, then picked up a grey hoodie from the ground and slipped over my head. I walked into my bathroom and turned on the sink. I cupped my hands underneath the faucet and let the water run through my fingers for a few minutes. Then, I ran my fingers through my hair again, smoothing it back. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a few more moments and examined my appearance, the bags under my eyes, everything. I couldn't help but laugh; I was almost as pathetic as my mother.

I slipped up the stairs and out of the house, listening to her wailing and begging into the phone for dad to come home. Later I remembered and cursed that, in my haste, I forgot to lock my bedroom door, but it was too late to go back.

I walked to the nearest train station and flashed my pass at the turnstile. I got there just in time for my train and boarded it quickly. I was settling in for the short ride to the storage container to check on my Jade. I'd move her to the abandoned house Chad and I had rented, with cash of course, and had been staying in for the past five days. Then I'd go to the hospital and help Chad get Tori. It was perfect.

And then my phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket. "Hello?" I said in my most pleasant voice.

"Mr. Brunswick?" I smirked. The storage facility thought I was my dad. I really was an excellent liar.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, but a girl broke into your storage unit." My smirk fell from my face.

"What?" I roared.

"I-I'm sorry sir We don't believe she took anything but –"
I cut him off. "What did she look like?"

"Goth chick. We tried to chase after her, but she was, well, she's very crafty. She outwitted us."

I snarled into the phone, "Well, it probably wasn't that hard. I bet you don't even have a high school diploma. I bet-"

This time he interrupted me, "I'm very sorry sir. We are about to call the police and they'll start a full scale investigation."

"NO!" I bit, before realizing how suspicious it sounded. The train pulled into the station near the storage facility and I dismounted while responding, "I mean, there's no need. You said it was just a girl right? I don't want to ruin her life or anything. Besides, there wasn't anything valuable in there. You don't have to call the cops."

"I know sir, but-"

"No buts. There will be no police report, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," he meekly responded. I smirked again as I hung up. One problem was solved. But now, I had to find Jade. I walked out of the terminal. Outside, I heard a girl shouting rape and several construction workers running across the street. Curious, I walked closer. A crowd had gathered, but as I drew a few feet closer, I saw that the man was wearing uniform from the storage facility. The construction workers ripped him off the girl, and she moved to the far side of the crowd. She turned around, and I saw that the girl was Jade. She saw me, and her eyes widened in recognition. Then, the crowd engulfed her, and I lost her again.

But I had studied Jade over the past week, and I knew she was smart. I knew what her next move would be.

So, I returned to the terminal. It was the only logical move. I scanned the crowd for her, but I didn't see her. I sort of regretted not leaving her phone. If I had, I could have tracked it. I searched and searched, but I never found her. I cursed. She must not have seen the station and kept going outside.

I searched for a good half-hour when I got a call from Chad.

"Chad, what's up man?"
"Adam! What the fuck did you do? You said we wouldn't hurt them."

"Jesus Chad, call down. And remind me again, who hurt Tori? 'Cause it wasn't me."

"Shit, Adam. This is bad. She just walked into the ER and collapsed. If I weren't here, we wouldn't know she was here, and then she would turn us in. She still might! Just tell me what the fuck happened!"

"Chad. I have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about. We knew Tori was in the hospital."

"Not Tori. Jade."

I started. "Jade! Dammit, I lost her like a half hour ago. She escaped. I have no idea how, but she did. Chad, just… just wait for me to get there. We'll get them both."

"Fine, but Adam: hurry."

He hung up, and I hailed a cab.

"Chad, man, you ready?" I asked as I looked the scrubs we had acquired from the supply closet.

"Yeah, sure. Let's just get this over with. Who first?"

"Let's split up. It'll be easier. I'll get Jade. We'll meet in the back by the loading bay." I said as we each took a wheelchair from the closet.

"Fine, but, uh, we don't really know where they are."
"Leave that to me."

I walked out of the closet and to the nearest nurses' station. There was one other, not very young and not very attractive nurse there. I smiled. This was going to be easy. I slid in the seat next to her. I turned on the computer, waited and shot my best smile at her. She shot a small one back over her pudding cup.

The logon screen came on, and I attempted to logon. I tried five times, before turning to her for help.

"Um, excuse me Irene, but I'm new here, and I'm having a little trouble." She smiled at me and used her chair to bump me out of the way. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, typing in her password and username.

"Here you go, Zach." She said, believing that I was the real Nurse Zach. She winked at me. Inwardly, I cringed, but I sucked it up and smiled back at her.

"I don't know how I can thank you."

"There's no need." Her pager beeped. "I gotta go, but hopefully, I'll see you later." She winked and then left me alone at the station, and my grin grew even bigger. I take back everything I said about my mom and Chad; Irene is the biggest dumbass I have ever met. Quickly, I found a list of patients and searched for Victoria Vega and Jade West. Their room numbers came up, and I wrote them down. Just for kicks, I decided to search a few things on Irene's account. Like the best ways to put patients out of their misery and the best forms of poison.

I heard someone coming, so I left the computer open and casually walked to the storage closet. I gave Chad Tori's room number, and we left our separate ways.

It was easy to get Jade's mom out of the room. Even better was the fact that it took Jade a minute to recognize me. A minute that allowed me to get right next to her bed. She opened her mouth to scream, and I clamped my hand down over her mouth. She scratched me, but my hand remained firmly over her head as I moved my hand to my back pocket to get needle full of tranquilizers I had stolen earlier. Then, she bit me. My hand jerked away from her mouth, and it took everything I had not to scream. Quickly, I grabbed her by the hair and hit her head against the back of the bed. Over and over again I smashed her head, and, surprisingly, I felt nothing for the girl. Two whacks later, I felt her go limp in my hands, but I kept going in a similar to daze to the one earlier. After ten hits, I stopped. I realized what I had done, and my hand flew to my mouth. Her head and the once white pillow beneath it were covered in blood.

I bent down next to her, and my trembling hand reached out to stroke her hair. "I'm sorry Jade, I'm so, so sorry." I whispered in her ear. "Please forgive me."

I stayed like that for a few minutes; tears streaming down my cheeks. Then I sobered and straightened up. Gingerly, I wiped Jade's blood on her sheets. I picked her up and placed her in the wheelchair. Then, I just wheeled her out of the room and into the elevator.

No one even glanced at me twice.

Adam's creepy, isn't he? I'm pretty sure I used (almost) every single swearword in this chapter. That's cause I'm a potty mouth. But, on a tangent, what did Adam write? You'll never find out! Or maybe you'll find out soon. Who knows! Stay tuned!

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