13. Stuck In Between

The walk to the under ground garage was a silent one. No one spoke, even though excitement was electrifying through them all.

None of them had any idea what just happened a while ago. Victor was scared to death, but my presence brought him to ease.

However I couldn't let that last long. I had to go to Minnesota police station. I needed to know who and why someone tried to kill me.

One by one, the member's got into their resignated cars. Before Victor got into his car, I stopped him in his track, trying to get his attention.

"Victor, I'm really really very sorry to say this, but I have to go somewhere. Something very important came up and it can't be delayed. I will be back right after it's done. I won't take that long. Okay?"

Victor's face turned tense as he read the paper. He shook his head desperately but I had no choice.

"Don't worry. I won't be a minute, I promise. I will be back as soon as I'm done. You won't even know I'm gone. And you have to be brave hyung. You have to be the way you always are. I know you are. Because I believe in you. And it's not like someone will try to interrupt at the dinner. It's going to be just fine. Okay?"

Victor didn't say anything but his face calmed a little, which meant he was trying to be brave. He nodded his head slowly and got into his car along with Noah.

Dusk had already fallen and stars were already peeping from the heavy curtains of clouds. I let out a soft sigh as I stared at the darkening sky. Building's were already lighting up as I sped my way to Minnesota.

Minnesota happened to be just as I had left it. Memories flooded into my head, starting with my days as a child and with days as a teen. Felt like a life time ago. I passed the street that led to my school.

Do my friends still remember me? Do they still talk of me?

I didn't know. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to be forgotten by the only people that loved me.

Unlike my family. I already knew my family didn't even give a damn about me. I bet if they even remembered moments with me, which we rarely had.

Passing from street to streets, I ended up in a street that was the last street I ever crossed. The street that took my life. The street that made me who I am now.

I stared at the spot were my body lay six months ago, all cleaned and brand new. No memories of an accident, as if nothing ever happened.

Right. Like nothing ever happened.

I try to figure out what had happened that day.

I was crossing the street in haste. I barely looked at my sides. There was a flash of light. A flash from the lights of a car.

A car.

That was it. It was a car.

The driver of the car tried to kill me and so succeeded.

But why? I could not look at the driver because everything happened so suddenly. So I had no idea who it could be. The only way to find out was to see it for myself.

Once I reached the police station, I was greeted by loud noices. Men talking at the same time. I walked as casually as I would to anywhere as I headed towards the Crime department.

There, a detective sat watching something in his computer. I peeped beside him to see it to be a video footage of a steet accident. He kept playing and replaying as if trying to study something. The more he played, the more I understood what he was watching. It was my own accident footage.

I watched as the video kept repeating. Me running recklessly towards the road. A car pushing me to my death and not caring enough to stop and see if I'm alive, as if he wanted me dead.

A shudder passed through my body. Did anyone ever imagine that their would ever be a day like this, were you get to see your own death filmed? I guess not.

"Got anything?" Another detective asked him.

He paused the video and turned to pick up a file beside the computer that read: Hit and Run Case, Cilia Carpenter.

He flipped through a few pages and then finally stopped in one. There was a biodata of a man with a picture on the side.

"This man. Oliver Wood, he is known as a very famous loan shark. He is the one with the lisence plate you said to search earlier. It seemes he was the one who hit the victim."

The senior detective nodded in understanding. I, however, just stared at the picture of the man.

He killed me. Deliberately.

But why? I Don't even know this man.

"How did the interview go?" The senior detective asked.

"He is under custody right now. But not much information. He just said it was a mistake. That's all."

That can't be all.

"That's all? It doesn't look like that to me. Did he say anything else?"

The junior detective thought for a while, then said, "Ah! He did say something weird. He said 'That wench asked me to do it. She said that's the way she would pay me.'. It seemed like he was talkning to himself."

The senior detective narrowed his eyes. "What wench?"

Even though it was a question that needed answering, no one actually gave an answer. They already had a feeling they knew the so called wench.

My mother. She needed to be investigated too. My blood ran cold all over.

"Call Mrs. Carpenter and tell her we will be saying her a visit shortly." Ordered the senior detective. He then ordered his other men to ready the car.

I was just about to follow them out, when a searing pain coursed through my skull. I winced in pain. The pain was too much, as if someone was calling for me.

Then suddenly, my head was filled with thoughts I never had before. Thoughts that didn't belong to me but were very familiar. They were Victor's thoughts.

Panic took me by surprise.

What's the matter? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Why is he calling me? Why do I feel so uneasy? VICTOR!

Right then, I started picturing the restaurant the boys where in. Actually, my thoughts where in the restaurent.

The timing was different. It was half an hour early than the current time.

The boys where sat around wth Tomorrow and Lee Roy. Everything was happy and merry. Victor was joyful too. It seemed like nothing was bothering him.

Then why call?

A few minutes later, when wine was served, the boys made a toast. Just when Victor was about to drink, a waiter bumped into him, knocking his glass all over his shirt. The waiter apologised continuously.

I wanted to look at the waiter's face, but it was completely hidden as if even the boys couldn't see him. Odd.

Victor excused himself and rushed to the gents room. My thoughts followed him there. Something didn't feel right.

Victor wiped his shirt but to no avail. Suddenly, the waiter who had pushed him entered but Victor hardly noticed. My heart beat slowed down.

Something was definitely not right. No it WASN'T.

Just then, the waiter stood behind Victor and pulled off the cap on his head. Pulling the cap off, the waiter's hairs fell down all through his shoulders. Or should I say HER.

Victor felt the differences and looked up. His face registered shock and terror but he couldn't bring himself to move. He was too stunned.

"Remember me?" Came Hanna's voice.

Before I knew it, I was speeding my way out of the police station, out of Minneosta and in to New York where Victor was in danger.

The thoughts still continued as I sped in light speed. They were either of the present time now or the coming future.

Victor tried to get away but Hanna pulled him back in a tight stuggle. Victor was stronger and could get away but not until she pulled out something from her pocket.

My heart beat quickened and I feared her next move.

Don't do it. Please don't do it.

She covered Victor's nose with the cloth in her hand and I let out a scream of rage. The struggle continued,  until slowly but surely, Victor's body went limp.

Once Victor was unconcious, she caressed his face with her hands as he lied on her, smoothing the loose strands from his face.

"I told you you would regret this. You should have just listen to me. Why did you have to make things so hard?" She murmured and my blood boiled in anger.

By the time I reached New York, the thoughts showed Hanna placing an unconcious Victor in a wheel chair, his face completely covered and leaving through the back door.

It's okay Victor. It hasn't happened yet. It's the coming future. I know her plans. I will stop it. I will save you Victor. Don't you worry.

But when I reached the restraurent, the place was paved with police cars and the boys were in a frenzy, tears streaming down their faces.

No. Please no.

I rushed to the gents room to see for myself.

There was nothing but Victor's phone.