Nearly There

AN: Hello, Okay so we\'re back to the regular plot line. Not much to say about it. Just that there are a few interesting confontations and that the plot becomes clearer or thickens. Depends on how quick you are to catch on. Anyway hope you like it. And thanks to those who are sending feedback. Like I\'ve said before I like criticism in all forms. So tell me what you think.
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“Now let me get this straight.” The pampas old fart Roy sat comfortably behind the heap of wood he called a desk. Surprisingly it was neat and orderly unlike himself. “You said that Jeffrey Bolton, Father Jeffrey Bolton and Sister Clair Franklin tied you in chains and then attempted to rape you?”

“Not attempted they did you idiot!” If Bolton and Clair thought I wouldn’t go to the cops then they were dead wrong. But a lot of good it did me. I’d been in the office for the better part of half an hour telling the same damn story over and over again. “Okay, Miss Wright I know you’re tired but really the name calling isn’t necessary,” Roy said calmly. Who was this man sitting before me? He was entirely too polite, as though I was the one being ridiculous.

“What’s wrong with me?! I’m telling you I’ve been sexually molested and all you can do is look smug and talk to me like I’m crazy. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you? Get me someone from the other department I bet they’ll hear what I’ve got to say.”

“Miss Wright!” Started Roy, but I didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. I turned to Jones, who the entire time had said nothing. I watched him for several seconds while Roy went on ranting to deaf ears. Sitting in his little corner Jones was a mess. His skin was devoid of all color and he had broken out into a cold sweat. My predatory instincts kicked in. Jones knew something and unlike his pig of a partner he didn’t know how to play the game. The stress of knowing a really big secret seemed to much for our rookie cop.

“Officer Jones are you okay.” I tried to sound as friendly as possible. My battle with Roy would just have to wait a minute. As far as I was concerned I would get much more information out of Jones. He squirmed in his chair and shifted his eyes down as though he didn’t hear me. The more I watched Jones the more I wondered how he ever got to be a cop. “Officer Jones?”

“Huh… oh…excuse me… I’ve been feeling a bit.. ill today.” Though Jones had been talking to me his eyes had been focused on the person behind me, Roy.

I turned back to face Roy. He must of seen all the suspicious contempt I felt towards him, because he gave me the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster. “Miss Wright as you can see my partner is not in the best of health at the moment so if you would could we please get back to business. You have yet to tell me what happened after they released you.” I would leave Jones alone for now. He knew something and I meant to find out. The only obstacle between me and the information was Roy.

“Really is that so important? I left the office, cleaned up in my room, and came straight to here. And have spent the last 45 minutes telling you this story over and over again. When are you going to get off your ignorant behind and do something?!” I was loosing my cool. “Officer Roy I apologize for calling you ignorant but this is serious.” If I learned anything about Roy, the more calm you were with him the angrier he got and vice versa.

A little thrown off by the apology he continued on. “Apology accepted,” he grumbled a bit reluctantly. “Are you sure nothing happened after they let you go?” At that moment I had a flash back of the priest and nun’s tryst, along with the image of Clair winking at me. With a shudder I denied adamantly against witnessing anything else. I don’t think he believed me entirely, but let it go.

“Roy, why is it that you two seem to be the cops assigned to me?” The question came from nowhere. I wasn’t looking at Roy now. I stared out the window wondering how much longer it would be till it got dark. I didn’t see him, but I could sense that the question hit too close to home. I heard him shift in his seat before he answered me. “Miss Wright, what makes you think that we are assigned to you. And the names Officer Roy.”

“Cut me some slack Officer. How naïve to you think I am. At our last meeting I was this close to causing you to have a stroke,” I showed a space of about an inch before I continued, “I’m sure if it was up to you, you would have nothing further to do with me.” I guess Roy was learning, because he didn’t let anything show. He had his police face on. A bored been there done that mask that hides what they were truly thinking.

“Miss Wright does it really matter whose in charge of your case. You walk up into our police department accusing the most up-standing and powerful guy in the city of rape. Not only that you throw in the head nun of the most prestigious school in the city without a shred of evidence. Now if you can bring me a witness or anything that can link these two to the crime then I will happily consider your claims more carefully.” Right then I could have just screamed. Everything Roy said sounded rehearsed as though he knew there was no way I could prove anything. If you asked me I wasn’t the first person who Roy had given this speech to.

“Did you know that they are siblings?” I was just fishing now. Fishing for What? I didn’t know.

“Not according to our files there not,” he said.

“Well, your files are wrong.” I had nothing left. Even Roy could see this.

“Since it seems that you have nothing further to say I think it time that you go back to the school before they realize that you’ve snuck out. Jones, please show her to the door.” The whole situation was bullshit, but there wasn’t much I could do at the moment. Jones escorted me to the office door. However, before I could leave the room something hit me. It was so obvious.

“By the way Roy, whatever Bolton’s paying you two to keep shut, it ain’t enough.” I spared a glace back to see the corner of Roy’s eye twitch. Jones quickly pushed me through the door before I could say anything else. I guess what had passed was to much for Jones. He had to lean to the door for support. The hall was a bit to crowded for my taste. Officers from the next town had to make makeshift workspaces due to the lack of space in the building. To get closer to Jones’s without being too obvious I learned against the door along with him.

“I know you know. I’ll talk to you later,” was all I said to him before I moved off the wall and left the building. I really didn’t know what he knew, but I knew that he knew something and I was going to find out. Rule number 2 in keeping a secret don’t let the person you’re keeping the secret from no that you’re keeping a secret in the first place. With that rule broken I would make sure he broke the first one too. No telling of the secret.

Bolton and Clair where off the hook for right now. They may have escaped this round, but I wasn’t done yet. As soon as I could get some hard evidence I would bust those two’s asses, along with any cop that covered for them. I know that’s kind of a lot. I knew what needed to be done, but what I need to know was how to get it done.


Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Bolton figured I would go to the police and so he gave Roy a heads up. Roy didn’t have a problem with keeping his mouth shut as long as the price was right, but for Jones this corrupt cop business was tearing him apart. Either way if Roy wanted evidence I’d get enough evidence to take all of them down, even poor confused Jones.

I wasn’t sure if it could be used as proof, but I still had Clair’s clothing. I managed to sneak back into my room with little trouble and was happy to find that Miranda wasn’t there. I didn’t want her to know what I was up to. I flicked on the lights and glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to 7. Everyone who wanted dinner would be at the cafeteria by now. Since Miranda was a s-l-o-w eater I would have a good forty maybe fifty minutes.

Before going to the police I had shoved Clair’s habit into my closet. The plan was to destroy it when I returned. Unfortunately it was the only thing I had as evidence. No, not true I had I had the bite mark still on my left breast. I’m sure the imprints could have been used but I didn’t quite relish the idea of Roy getting a free peek of my body.

Going towards the closet the most random thoughts popped into my head like how cheap this school was. They didn’t even give us real wood doors. I know it’s not because they don’t have money. The problem is the stinginess. Whatever, how St. Allerius chooses to spend it’s money wasn’t my main concern. Looking into the closet for the umpteenth time scream. My only useable evidence gone. Where the clothes once were was a note.


“Oops! To obvious”
~Mistress


I snatched the note and ripped it to shreds. My pent up anger and frustration from the day escaped with a vengeance. Nothing in the room was safe. Clothes, sheets and pillows went flying in every direction. Of course the clock found it’s way into the wall behind Miranda bed. If not for racket that clock made when it smashed into the wall I might have even spared my roommate’s side. Like I’d said before nothing was safe. Tearing, pulling, ripping and shredding, I swear until this moment I didn’t believe there could be so much satisfaction in destruction. I knew even then that I would later regret, but that could wait for later. The sweet rage sent me on a high, above anything and everything. Above all petty matters, but like a drunk waking to a hangover I came crashing down from the high. Staring me in the face with two glazed robin egg blue eyes was the head of Alonzo. Miranda’s favorite stuffed bunny.

Oh lord, the girl was going to kill me. No one, I mean no one touched Alonzo. And here I was with his head in my hands. Now that I was back to my senses I turned to survey the damage. The room was a wreck. I should have been a shamed of myself. The whole day I had been playing right into peoples hands. Reacting how they wanted me to react. If I wanted to get anywhere I would have to do better. A helluva lot better.

First things first, I would have to figure a way to convict Bolton and Clair (normally I would worry about Miranda’s reaction, but since there was nothing I could do about Alonzo I’d just have to stay on my toes). Not that it was a good idea, but confronting Clair seemed to be my best option. If push comes to shove I probably could man handle her. Probably. I clutched the decapitated bunny head to my chest shivering at he thought of having to deal with her alone.

I existed the room looking both ways just to make sure Miranda wasn’t coming yet. Then I headed for the library. If I hurried I would be able to make it there before Clair left. If not for the fact that I usually spent my dinners in the library I wouldn’t have known where to find her. It was either the library or sneaking to her room in the instructors quarters. Hmm…library or bedroom. No telling what type of toys she had in her room, but you better believe there was no way I would willing go to her room. Especially not after her little threat.

Really St. Allerius should be considered a fire hazard in itself. The halls are like mazes. If you didn’t know your way you would definitely get lost. If there was an emergency, I bet half the students wouldn’t make it out alive.

Lost in thought, trying to formulate a plan for my upcoming meeting I ran right into another student. Looking up, my heart skipped five beats.

“Daniel?” My last 24 hours didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered but the guy who was standing in front of me.

“Guess again hot pants.” Just like that the flames went out. Of course it wasn’t Daniel. Daniel was dead. Would be dead always and forever. All that the world had left was this imposter.

“Oh…Wallace… Humph. For a second I thought you were Daniel.” I really didn’t need to add the last bit. But I said it anyway just to get a rise out of Wallace, who was always like the moon to his bother’s sun.

“Well, you don’t have to be bitchy about it. I thought you might want to know why I ran out on us the other day.” Always one for more information I focused on what Wallace had to say instead of the fact that it was Wallace and not Daniel who was talking to me.

“I’d almost forgotten. What was the emergency?” I readied myself for what I was sure was to come next. Wallace never made it easy for me to get information from him. Showing off his speed and strength Wallace had me trapped between his body and the wall. It seems that lately I’ve been in the position a lot.

“And if I tell you, what will I get?” Wallace looked me in the eyes. I guess trying to intimidate me. There was space between us so I felt that he was behaving himself somewhat.

“I’ll pay you.” I said calmly. Returning his stare steeling myself for what I was about to say next.

“Pay me what?” He said leaning in a bit closer. Obviously he was going to try for a kiss.

“I’ll pay you…,” I held it out. Waiting for that crucial moment just before his lips were to touch mine before I said it, “…no mind.”

“What!?” He pulled back with an incredulous look.

“Like I said I’ll pay you no mind.” It was so corny at had to laugh. I don’t know what possessed me to say it. But it did earn some distance between me and Wallace.

“Gah!” His fist pounded against the wall. “What’s your problem? Since the news about Daniel you act like you were so in love with him. Like you just miss him sooo much.” his every word was riddled with scorn.

“You just found out yesterday aren’t you upset?” I tried to make my words just as contemptuous, but I wasn’t capable. Wallace had hurt me. The tears started welling up.

“Of course I do.” To see any emotion other then lust in Wallace I found almost comical. More then ever did he resemble his brother. Going with the moment I reach out and caressed his face. Bringing my face up to his I gently kissed him. It was sweet. Very sweet and like all sweet things there was no chance of it lasting. Wallace kissed back, though he was anything but chaste. Being the freak that he was he had to ruin the sensitivity of the moment with some heavy tongue action.

“God, couldn’t you just not be yourself for once?” Like I said before the sweetness can never last.

“If not myself then who? Who?.. Daniel? Reality check sweet heart, I think you have serious issues. Now that Daniel’s dead you’re saying that you were in love with him all along. I don’t buy that shit. Never, never had I seen you two get along. You never dated. He never spoke affectionately of you. So what’s the deal?” In his way Wallace was right. To the casual observer Daniel and I looked like we could barely tolerate each other much less love.

“You don’t understand.” I said nearly whispering.

“Well, make me understand.” He genuinely wanted to understand. Why Daniel and not him.

“What was is you wanted to tell me?” I wasn’t in the mood to explain what Daniel and I had, so I went back to the original business.

“Fine, if that’s the way it is,” he said unable to hide that my brushing him off pissed him off.

“That’s the way it is for now.” I really didn’t mean to be so short with Wallace. It’s just that too much drama had happened and I didn’t need his hurt feelings to add to my own problems.

He told me what happened after he left the room last night. The “bitch” he had went to see was Clair (as if there was any doubt) she had told him that Daniel had been invited to spend a week at this out of state college that had offered him a full scholarship. There was something familiar about what he said.

“You said that he had a full scholarship?” I asked.

“That’s what Clair said-”

I didn’t hear what else he might have added. I had a flashback of sorts. Daniel and I were in the library. In the far back where no one usually went. I was leaning against the shelf arms crossed in front of me and Daniel was up pacing like he had something important on his mind. The pacing was definitely not like his usually laid back self. It actually made me a bit nervous to see him so agitated.

“So why’d you want to speak to me in private?” I asked curiosity plain on my face. He stopped pacing and turned to me. I was bracing myself for the worst. I couldn’t fathom what could make him so serious. Maybe he killed someone?

“I got a full scholarship to college.” The news came as a surprise. An excellent surprise.

“What! That’s great!” I was truly excited for him. I knew that he was smart and athletic, but to get a full scholarship that was wonderful. I pushed off the shelf and caught him around the neck for a hug. This was the first time in the 12 years since I’ve known him that I was touching him affectionately. We had a relationship that didn’t need expressing with physical contacts or outward shows of affection. Now it seemed only natural that I should touch him in this way. By the look on his face there was more he needed to say.

“They want me to live on campus for a week to see how I like it. And I’m leaving tomorrow.” Okay so the idea of Daniel being away for a week wasn’t quite as exciting as him getting the scholarship.

“Oh.., is that so. Well it’s only for a week. And since it’s instate I’ll be able to call you.” It seemed that I would take his being away for a week harder then I thought. Never had we not seen each other for more than two days.

“Also, the school’s out of state and they want me to officially attend their school by winter, so I can start getting ready for track season. Before you cut me off, I know that I haven’t officially graduated, but Bolton said that I had all my credits and that I could graduate early.” Hearing that he was going to an out of state college, just made my heart sink. And the fact that he was leaving for good before winter was even worse.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. I haven’t told my parents yet about the scholarship and the school or even Wallace. The only people who know now are Father Bolton, Sister Clair and you. Don’t be so upset. I haven’t left yet. Since this is my last day before I leave for a week I have something else I want to tell you…later. Okay Lil’?”


“Lil?…Lil?…Hey Lilith?” There was a pair of strong hand shaking me. Bringing me back from the memory. I nearly cursed Wallace for his
concern. I was finally remembering some of what happened on Daniel’s final day.

“I remember…” I said to Wallace.

“Remember what?”

“I remember Daniel telling me about the scholarship. And that he had something else to tell me later.”

“Why in the hell would he tell you and not my mom or dad or me. Anyway do you remember anything else.” Already Wallace was back to pissing me off. And he wondered why it was Daniel and not him.

“I’ve told you already we had a connection. And no I don‘t remember anything else because you interrupted the memory.” I said through tight lips. Through the entire conversation Wallace nor I had moved from our close proximity. So I could only imagine how it looked to a passerby. Apparently it was rather risqué.

“Blaspheme! Plain blaspheme! The lord should strike you where you stand. To hell, that where you’re goin’ straight to hell! Sinful, nasty, dirty, sinful bastards!” Sister Margaret came fly at Wallace like a bat out of hell. I would have found the situation funny if not for the scratches I was getting too from her errant attack. Fending of the smaller woman we made a break for it. Normally I would have stopped and tried to explain the situation to the sister, but she was in no condition to accept reason. Blind zealot hysteria is what she reacted with. I couldn’t remember if she ever reacted like this before. I’m sure she’s caught plenty of students in more compromising positions.

When we got to a fork in the hall I signaled to Wallace to split up. I was pretty sure that Sister Margaret couldn’t keep up with us, but I still had to go see Clair and I didn’t want Wallace to be there.

Five minutes later I was to the library. Looking around I noticed that the library was fairly empty. Only about ten students and two or three teachers. Primarily they were the students that didn’t eat or couldn’t tolerate the crowd or just all around bookworms (I was part of the latter group). The person I didn’t see however was Clair. Not surprising. You’d never find her in the front of the library. Whoever designed the halls of St. Allerius also must have designed the library. It was just as confusing as the rest of the school.

It was in the lone secluded area from my memory that I found Clair. Sitting at a desk back to the entrance/exist of the area I first assumed that she was in some middle of some deep study. Hoping to sneak up on her I crept as quietly as I could to no avail.

“Little vixen, there’s no need to creep. You’re not interrupting anything, in fact do you care to join me?” Creepy real creepy, that’s all I can say about her. I barely had moved, barely was breathing and she knew that I was there. I guess she just sensed my presence. The white she-devil swiveled her chair around. Her clothes were hiked up and she was in the process of fondling herself. I refused to let her daunt me. Ignoring the vulgarity of the situation I confronted her like I’d planned.

“You knew I was coming here.” Okay it wasn’t the best thing I could of said, but the sight of her had me flustered. Before yesterday, I thought I was 100% heterosexual. Maybe, it was because it was still to soon after my previous encounter with her. I watched as she fondled her shapely breast, remembering how they felt rubbed against my own. I remembered how her long delicate fingers had stroked my nether region like she was doing her own. My own lust quickly rose. Damn my body. Damn those thin blouses. I seemed like forever before Clair decided to speak.

“Like I said too…obvious.” Her voice was a bit breathy from her efforts. She continued to fring herself. I was mesmerized now. I don’t know why. Maybe it was the look in her eyes. A look that I’d only seen in guys till today. She wanted me and I wasn’t so sure that I didn’t want her. If Clair was trying to distract me from my original mission then sadly she was succeeding. But I wasn’t going to go down with out a fight.

“Where’s my evidence?’ Not one of my better questions, but at the moment I was having to fight the urge to go toward her. Her body began to tense up.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” On the verge of climaxing she still manage to put together five words that spoke volumes. At least to me anyway. Breathing heavily she came in a quiet fury. It was a strong one her back arched almost toppling the chair. She was squeezing the life out of her right breast. When she removed her hand there was a large red print that very slowly began to fade. Some how I felt that I should have been repulsed by the show. Should have, but wasn’t. Repulsed no, turned on yes. God I just got worst every hour. Not waiting till she recovered I continued.

“Yes I would like to know. Where’s my evidence, but more importantly why you and Bolton attacked me anyway?” I actually had many more question. Must remember baby steps. Just one step at a time. Couldn’t get ahead of myself in the questioning department. Clair was quick to recover. An amused expression washed across her face, but the look in her eyes never changed. She straightened her habit as though nothing had happened. However still on her finger was her cum juice. Without hesitation she used her tongue to clean off her fingers. Her gaze never wavered from me.

She got up from the chair. I could see there was a slight wet spot. I made mental note to never sit in that chair again. Now that she had gathered herself she stalked toward me much like she had earlier as though she still had on the thigh high boots. I wanted to back away, but when it came to predators you should never show weakness. Well, I couldn’t help it. The woman terrified me. I back into the bookshelf much were I had stood before in the memory. Clair moved closer and I moved further. Each step she took toward me I took away from her until the table was between me and her and she was toward the exit.

“ Hahahah, oh, Lily, you are just too much. I really do enjoy playing this game with you, but unfortunately I have other business to attend to. But if it’s answers you seek I might divulge a few to you if you come by my room tonight.” Before I could answer she put up her hand to silence me. “No don’t answer me out loud. I’ll just see you at 11.” Without saying further she left the area. Would I go to her room tonight? Probably. Did I want to? Yesterday I would have said “hell no!” but now I was confused to say the least.

Gathering what little senses I still possessed I left the area. I had a lot of thinking and planning to do. Going through the labyrinth of books I felt a bit calmer. Books have always had that affect on me. Later I would pinch myself for being so naïve. As I blithely went around another corner two pale shapely arms grabbed me from out of the shadows. Pressed tightly to her frame I realized belated that this type of stunt was right up Clair’s alley. It was foolish of me to think that she would so simple leave me alone.

“One more thing. Don’t wear anything you might value…remember 11 o’clock.” She a laid a last gentle kiss on my terrified ear and squeezed my tender breast with the bite. My previous experience with her came back in a rush. Causing the area between my legs to moisten with desire. As frightened as I was, the prospect of being at her mercy excited me. Definitely not a good sign. She let me go with one more fair well squeeze and chuckle, and continued out of the maze of bookshelves to the main part of the library. I waited and made sure that she was gone before I made my exit this time. From now on I would be on high alert.


The trip back to my room was uneventful at best. Which suited me just fine. For entering the room I erred on the side of caution. With the door barely cracked I peeked through to take a quick survey of the room. All the lights were off. A good or bad sign I didn’t know. It could possible mean that Miranda wasn’t back yet. Being a child of the light she rarely sat in the dark. Hope quickly replaced the dread. Maybe I could straighten the room and do something for Alonzo’s neck before Miranda made it to the room.

I left the door open (just in case) and walked into the room. I would have no chance of hiding the mess. Standing in the middle of room was Miranda with her back to facing the door. Her tall pale frame gave a ghost like aurora about her. I turned on the lights and very cautiously, very slowly to a half step towards the figure.

“Miranda?” My voice was quaking. A thousand dreadful things came rushing into mind. Where Miranda was concerned, her capabilities were a mystery. Only once had I seen her angry and even then it wasn’t true anger. After a minute with no response I tried again.

“Miranda…uh…trust me when I say it was an accident. So much has happened today that things are a bit crazy.” I slowly made my way across the room and placed a hand on her shoulder. At the contact I promise on my grandmother’s grave that Miranda pulled an exorcist. Her head spinned back on her shoulders like she was possessed. Much like the girl in the movie. Scariest of all was the grin. A wide grin that showed off her flawless (with the help of braces) teeth and blank eyes that hid the rage that she must have been feeling.

The temperature in the room dropped a good 10 degrees. Using the technique they say works for rabid animals I backed away with pains taking slowness. Never taking my eyes off of the grinning Miranda. If I did there would be no future for me. Never had ten feet seemed so far. When my hand brushed the door knob I knew I was safe. Or so I thought. Miranda made her move. The girl moved like lightening. If I hadn’t already been at the door, she would have had me. I held the door as if my life depended on it.

“LILLIAN OPEN THE DOOR!” Possessed. She had to be. That was not the voice of a human girl.

“Miranda, please, calm down. I’m sorry. I’m telling you it was an accident.” It was times like these that I wish I had better people skills. My grip on the door was failing. Sweating hands and raggedy door knobs were a terrible combination. Giving the door a few more powerful yanks the door knob on her side gave. Causing in turn for mine to fall out. There was no time. I scrabbled on all fours to get away from the door. Not quick enough.

Lying flat on the floor I struggled to breath. Miranda had did a flying tackle that sent me sprawling. She now was on my back putting me in a choke hold.

“Please Miranda…stop…I…can’t breath.” For the third time today I was almost completely incapacitated.

“You didn’t give Alonzo any mercy. Did you? DID YOU?” Every word that came out of her was a growl. I couldn’t just let her strangle me like that so I bucked and kicked. Not easy when your flat on your stomach in a choke hole. In desperate times you get creative. I reached up and grabbed her hair with my right hand and with my left dug my nails into her leg. Instantly she gave a piercing scream. There should have been a crowd, but no one came. Maybe we weren’t as loud as it seemed to me. As I pulled on her hair she let go of my neck. I took in deep gulping breaths, but I didn’t let go of her.

Miranda was a fighter. Who knew? She managed to free her leg and to gain some slack in her hair. She pulled my arm as far back as it would go and bit down. My upper arm was fiery with pain. The girl had to have drawn blood. She didn’t just bite, she chewed. Chewed the area raw. The extra adrenaline in me kicked in and I was able to roll. I was on my side which wasn’t any better. With one well placed kick I hit her in the knee. It wasn’t hard enough to dislocate it. However it did serve the purpose. Instead of getting up to run I tried to roll away. Miranda had other ideas. She grabbed my right leg which was still within reach and clamped down there too. I looked down at her face and could see my blood on her mouth. Those two thousand dollar teeth she was using were deadly weapons.

The pain in that leg halted my rolling escape. Miranda dragged herself on top of me to resume the choke hold. I could feel the blood pounding in my head. Screaming, yelling at me to breath. I was beginning to get dizzy. The aches and pains in my body from today flared up. Clearing my head; allowing me to think. There was something that might work. I had read in a book that if you hit some one in the carotid artery that they would pass out. There was also a butch of associated risks. In this situation any risk was worth it. I extended my right arm ignoring all it’s protesting as far as it would go and in a hard sweeping motion I struck her in the neck where I thought the artery was. The effects were instantaneous. Either I just knocked her out or she was dead. Whatever the case I could breath again.

I did nothing but lay there on the floor. Everything hurt to move. I tried not to think about what just happened. When I realized that my eyes were closed I opened them and looked around with out moving my head. The halls were completely empty. As much ruckus we had made there should have been a whole swat team in here. Instead there was no one. I guess I could look at it as a blessing. If anyone were to come now they would probably think that I had killed Miranda.

Miranda. Oh God, that was a mess. If I could have for seen the consequences I would never have touched the damn rabbit. I had to check on her. I just prayed that I hadn’t killed her. I struggled to my knees and kneeled over my once best-friend. I could see that she was still breathing. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. There was going to be an ugly bruise on her neck in the morning. Maybe my technique wasn’t exactly right. She recovered much too quickly. Miranda’s eyes twitched and then opened. The rage filled look was gone. All that was left was confusion. Confusion at the fact that my fist was poised to strike again if she tried to attack.

“Cough…uh…why does my throat hurt so much? Oh my God, Lillian, your arm looks terrible what ha-” before she finished recollection of what happened flashed across her face. “You killed Alonzo.” No I’m sorry, no are you okay, only that stupid rabbit. At least she was more sane about it.

“Why Miranda, I’m doing fine other than the fact that you nearly killed me. What I’d been trying to tell you is that I was sorry. It was an a -c -c- i- d- e- n- t.” My own anger wanted to rise, but we didn’t have any more time for this.

“You mind telling me how ripping his head off was an accident?”

“Please, Miranda, not now. Let’s get back in the room and I promise I’ll tell you everything.” Having no other choice but to accept an uneasy truce we made our way back to the room. It was a sad sight, the rooms and us.

In the process of cleaning the room and ourselves I told her everything that had happened. Her reactions throughout the telling had been varied. Beginning with disbelief, to shock, then outrage. By the time I was finished she was speechless. Alonzo didn’t seem so important.

“If what your told me wasn’t so crazy I’d thought you had made it up. But that does explain your behavior today,” she said. Miranda was thinking this through rationally.

“Yes, so will you help me?” In the process of telling her everything I had told her of my plans to go see Clair tonight.

“You, know this would be like a suicide mission for you. I would say that there’s got to be another way. But it wouldn’t matter you would still go. Anyway I think I’ve actually heard something about it. A few others, girls and boys have said that they’ve been attack. Not many mind you. Like one or two a year. Anyway if you must go…I guess I’ll have to come with you.” After the way I’d seen her fight today I wouldn’t mind taking her along.


When 10:50 hit we made our move. It took exactly ten minutes to sneak to the teachers area. The plan was for me just to stay in for 10 minutes no more. Actually it took us a while to come to this agreement (I opted for 25). If I didn’t come out in exactly ten minutes then she would come to the rescue. I also had a tape recorder strapped to me. If Clair thought that I woulsd show up half necked to her room then she was sadly mistaken. I wasn’t that crazy…yet. If worse came to worst and Miranda couldn’t rescue me she would go straight to the police with the pictures she was suppose to take. It was now or never. Stepping up to the door to knock it opened on its own. Opened to the den of the lion.