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As they entered the kitchen, Justin pulled a knife from the knife holder. To be on the safe side. Agatha went and sat at the table, burying her face in both hands. He sat down across from her, setting the knife on the table. At the clang, Agatha looked up in alarm. "What's that for?" she asked. "Whoever killed June and Aaron," he said grimly. "Please no," she whispered, then shook herself and continued. "I was- I was sleeping in my room and I heard a weird clattering noise. It woke me up. I looked to the side and- and- Oh plumbob! Sarah was there, and she-she had a gun, and- it was pointed at me!" She shook violently. "I didn't really realize what was going on, it was a lot to take in when I just woke up. I- I asked her what she was doing with that gun, and where she got it, and she just sat down on the bed and said everything. When she was a little girl, her mother committed suicide, and her father made Sam move out before he was ready. Sam was always unstable, and something snapped. He home schooled Sarah, and all she says is that she won't talk about those years. She seems to think that all she's supposed to do is obey Sam without question. She knew that earlier on, Sam's relationship with Mary wasn't safe. She cheated on him- with- with Aaron." Agatha took a deep breath. "He was furious when Mary got pregnant. He- he thought it wasn't his." Justin remembered the words on the page. 'kill the father.' "He decided to kill Aaron and put the blame on Mary so she would go to jail. And- he- he was sick enough to try to kill us all to mask it! He wanted Aaron dead first, but Sarah made a mistake and poisoned the wrong coffee. She got it right the second time. Th-then we started to be friends, but-" she paused, beginning to cry, "I was going to be next!" She stopped and just sobbed for a long time. "Do you know why?" Justin gently said. "No!" she cried, her makeup forming dark tears over her face. "How could I know? I- I thought we were friends! But- but..." her sobs choked her words. Justin did his best to try and comfort her as he lead her back to her cabin. He gave her the knife from the kitchen and went to find Katie, to help him keep watch. The two of them sat by the bed all night, trying not to doze off. "Justin, is it really worth it? The whole strain of life and death? We're the only targets. If we just die, Sam will be done and no one else will get hurt. Maybe that would be better. Look at what's happening to us," Katie said grimly, nodding at Agatha, tossing and turning as she tried to sleep. "This is just so twisted. I don't know how I've stood it so long. We could just pull the plug on the whole Sim thing. We could stop." "Why would you want to, of all people? You never give up. You keep pulling. You're the strongest woman I know." Katie just shook her head sadly. "You don't know. You don't know how much I cry when I'm alone, even before this. I was never okay with my life. When I was four, my mom put me on the orphanage steps and said, 'Wait here, Katie'. I did wait. Until I found out she was never coming back. I poured my soul into my music. I had to be strong, then. It was better than crumbling so people feel like they have to carry you. That's the real reason I couldn't marry you." Justin was taken aback. "You married me now." She sighed. "I shouldn't have. Neither of us were ready. It was just the shock of a friend's death, I guess." "So, this marriage is a ''mistake?" "''I'm sorry, Justin. I should have told you everything when you frist asked me to marry you. I didn't know how you'd react. I really loved Mom, but she chose to leave me there. It broke me. Like the murders are breaking me." Justin didn't know what to say. The brave, fiery girl he loved was never there. Just a facade. When anyone on the same lot as you could slit your throat in the middle of the night, he had trusted her. And he didn't know anything about her. And then she goes out and says they never should have married. "You're right," he responded, breaking the silence. "This ''is'' a mistake." She bit her lip. "Why didn't you tell me?" he continued in a whisper. "I could have tried to help. How am I supposed to love, comfort and protect you if I don't know what's wrong?" "You can't," she whispered back. "Then how could you let me try?" he never thought to say it then, to tell her how much it hurt him to see her cry. "I shouldn't have. It was wrong. I was wrong to think you could help me at all." She quietly got up and left. |
As they entered the kitchen, Justin pulled a knife from the knife holder. To be on the safe side. Agatha went and sat at the table, burying her face in both hands. He sat down across from her, setting the knife on the table. At the clang, Agatha looked up in alarm. "What's that for?" she asked. "Whoever killed June and Aaron," he said grimly. "Please no," she whispered, then shook herself and continued. "I was- I was sleeping in my room and I heard a weird clattering noise. It woke me up. I looked to the side and- and- Oh plumbob! Sarah was there, and she-she had a gun, and- it was pointed at me!" She shook violently. "I didn't really realize what was going on, it was a lot to take in when I just woke up. I- I asked her what she was doing with that gun, and where she got it, and she just sat down on the bed and said everything. When she was a little girl, her mother committed suicide, and her father made Sam move out before he was ready. Sam was always unstable, and something snapped. He home schooled Sarah, and all she says is that she won't talk about those years. She seems to think that all she's supposed to do is obey Sam without question. She knew that earlier on, Sam's relationship with Mary wasn't safe. She cheated on him- with- with Aaron." Agatha took a deep breath. "He was furious when Mary got pregnant. He- he thought it wasn't his." Justin remembered the words on the page. 'kill the father.' "He decided to kill Aaron and put the blame on Mary so she would go to jail. And- he- he was sick enough to try to kill us all to mask it! He wanted Aaron dead first, but Sarah made a mistake and poisoned the wrong coffee. She got it right the second time. Th-then we started to be friends, but-" she paused, beginning to cry, "I was going to be next!" She stopped and just sobbed for a long time. "Do you know why?" Justin gently said. "No!" she cried, her makeup forming dark tears over her face. "How could I know? I- I thought we were friends! But- but..." her sobs choked her words. Justin did his best to try and comfort her as he lead her back to her cabin. He gave her the knife from the kitchen and went to find Katie, to help him keep watch. The two of them sat by the bed all night, trying not to doze off. "Justin, is it really worth it? The whole strain of life and death? We're the only targets. If we just die, Sam will be done and no one else will get hurt. Maybe that would be better. Look at what's happening to us," Katie said grimly, nodding at Agatha, tossing and turning as she tried to sleep. "This is just so twisted. I don't know how I've stood it so long. We could just pull the plug on the whole Sim thing. We could stop." "Why would you want to, of all people? You never give up. You keep pulling. You're the strongest woman I know." Katie just shook her head sadly. "You don't know. You don't know how much I cry when I'm alone, even before this. I was never okay with my life. When I was four, my mom put me on the orphanage steps and said, 'Wait here, Katie'. I did wait. Until I found out she was never coming back. I poured my soul into my music. I had to be strong, then. It was better than crumbling so people feel like they have to carry you. That's the real reason I couldn't marry you." Justin was taken aback. "You married me now." She sighed. "I shouldn't have. Neither of us were ready. It was just the shock of a friend's death, I guess." "So, this marriage is a ''mistake?" "''I'm sorry, Justin. I should have told you everything when you frist asked me to marry you. I didn't know how you'd react. I really loved Mom, but she chose to leave me there. It broke me. Like the murders are breaking me." Justin didn't know what to say. The brave, fiery girl he loved was never there. Just a facade. When anyone on the same lot as you could slit your throat in the middle of the night, he had trusted her. And he didn't know anything about her. And then she goes out and says they never should have married. "You're right," he responded, breaking the silence. "This ''is'' a mistake." She bit her lip. "Why didn't you tell me?" he continued in a whisper. "I could have tried to help. How am I supposed to love, comfort and protect you if I don't know what's wrong?" "You can't," she whispered back. "Then how could you let me try?" he never thought to say it then, to tell her how much it hurt him to see her cry. "I shouldn't have. It was wrong. I was wrong to think you could help me at all." She quietly got up and left. |
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=='''''Chapter Five: Flatline'''''== |
=='''''Chapter Five: Flatline'''''== |
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Justin was jolted out of a light sleep by a scream. He ran outside and saw Katie racing towards him. "Hide!" she whispered hoarsely. He heard a gunshot and the window not two feet to his left shattered. Sam was running at them both, his eyes wild, a 54 NK Silverballer in his hand. Justin and Katie ran along the side of the cabin, avoiding being trapped inside. Agatha charged out, holding on for their lives to the knife Justin had given her. Sam fired twice before she fell to the ground. Without a break in stride he turned back to where Justin and Katie had been a moment before. Pressed flat against one wall of the kitchen, they where trying to quiet their heavy breathing. Katie quietly pressed something into his hand. By the light of the moon he saw that it was a small digital camera. He barely had time to put it in his pocket before he heard Sam's yell of triumph as he found them. They shot off towards the beach and Justin was no longer aware of anything but the contact of his feet on the sand, the blood pounding in his ears and the fact that he was still being pursued by the one who wanted him dead. Then he heard a piercing scream and the world came rushing back as he turned and saw Katie crumple to the ground. He froze, and Sam grinned as he leveled the pistol at Justin's head. |
Justin was jolted out of a light sleep by a scream. He ran outside and saw Katie racing towards him. "Hide!" she whispered hoarsely. He heard a gunshot and the window not two feet to his left shattered. Sam was running at them both, his eyes wild, a 54 NK Silverballer in his hand. Justin and Katie ran along the side of the cabin, avoiding being trapped inside. Agatha charged out, holding on for their lives to the knife Justin had given her. Sam fired twice before she fell to the ground. Without a break in stride he turned back to where Justin and Katie had been a moment before. Pressed flat against one wall of the kitchen, they where trying to quiet their heavy breathing. Katie quietly pressed something into his hand. By the light of the moon he saw that it was a small digital camera. He barely had time to put it in his pocket before he heard Sam's yell of triumph as he found them. They shot off towards the beach and Justin was no longer aware of anything but the contact of his feet on the sand, the blood pounding in his ears and the fact that he was still being pursued by the one who wanted him dead. Then he heard a piercing scream and the world came rushing back as he turned and saw Katie crumple to the ground. He froze, and Sam grinned as he leveled the pistol at Justin's head. he began to wave, but stopped as a knife blade went through his chest. When it was quickly pulled back out, he collapsed, revealing Sarah standing behind him, holding Agatha's knife, staring down as Sam's blood darkened the sand. |
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