"Now, Miss Walsh," Haver was saying. "You can't really mean you won't be taking anymore of my classes. You're my best student. I'd hate to lose you."
Marcie glared at him, knowing it was better not to say anything.
"I know you like me..." Haver said, running his finger across her cheek. Marcie closed her eyes, feeling her breath catch in her throat. "You invited me to be on your radio show. You even called me 'Dr. Favorite'. Has a catchy ring to it, don't you think?"
Marcie cringed, remembering how Dr. Haver sat next to her in the studio. How could she not have known that he was the Music Box Killer?
She sighed. God, where was Michael? Hot tears stung her eyes, making their way down her cheeks. She stole a glance at a clock on the wall... It was almost 8 am. Michael was probably sleeping. She would give anything to be in his arms at this very moment. She felt safe there. She wondered how long it would take before he noticed that she was gone...
"Miss Walsh!" Haver said loudly. Startled, Marcie looked up. Haver saw the tears on her face, and reached out to brush one away.
"There, there, Miss Walsh. Don't cry." Marcie tried to control her emotions but they got the best of her. She turned away and began to sob.
She felt his hand on her back, and she managed to move to another part of the room. "Please... don't hurt me." She said, brushing the tears from her face.
Haver smiled and looked at his watch. "I think it's about time we start discussing your project, Miss Walsh."
Marcie stood frozen, staring at Haver. She could feel her hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Let's go, Miss Walsh!" Haver said, in the same loud voice. He walked toward her, and she screamed as he grabbed her. Panicked, he pulled a cloth from a faded green backpack. He tied the cloth around her mouth, to stop her from making anymore noise. He used a dark-colored cloth as a blindfold.
She felt him take her arm and lead her out of the cabin. They walked down some steps and then she felt herself being pushed into a car. The car door closed, and she heard footsteps on gravel. Haver must have gotten in the driver's seat, because she heard a key turn on the ignition and the door slammed shut. The car began to move, but she had no idea where she was or where they were going.
She prayed this would be over soon. She didn't want to die, but she knew that he was planning on killing her. Her need for Michael was so great that it was literally making her sick. She had no idea how powerful simply needing someone could be. She tried to think of something; anything to calm her down even for a minute. Thinking of Michael only made her more upset.
She thought about how these next few moments could be her last. She had no idea what Haver was going to do with her, or how he was going to do it. Soon, she'd probably be dead. Like Al. Just thinking of Al brought back the feeling of nervousness she'd experienced while waiting for Michael at Ultra Violet. Then she had a thought.
If she died, she'd be with Al, her mother and Gabrielle. She was amazed at how the thought comforted her.
The car came to a stop and Marcie froze. This was it. Her throat went dry and she desperately tried to hold back a scream as Haver grabbed her, pulling her out of the car. They walked for a long time, until finally she heard a door open and close. She was forced into a chair and the blindfold was lifted off of her eyes...
No... He couldn't have brought me here...