"Yeah, I'm sure she did!" Elaine told him sarcastically.

"I knew you wouldn't beleive me. But you can atleast hear me out," he told her.

"I owe you nothing! You're ruining my life!" she screamed. She got up from the table and ran out of the room. She could hear Jon behind her. He caught up to her in the living room area. He grabbed her by the arm and whirled her around.

"I could kill you. I could do it right now and no one would miss you. But I chose to save you! And you know why? Because you've done nothing! i have a motive. It's not like I just kill everyone to do it!" he yelled in her face.

"Yeah? What about the guy on the elevator?" she screamed.

"He got in the way!" he growled. "Besides, I have to have some fun with this!"

"Fun? You call killing people fun? You're crazy!" Elaine told him.

"I was like you before. Sure I was. And you know what? I liked it. I had a great home life and a wonderful family. I fought with my sister all the time. I exchanged views with my parents. But that was taken away from me! From me!" Jon yelled.

"You want to talk about stuff being taken away? Do you? I leave home a few days ago to go to a concert. I luck out and get to meet Hanson. Hanson! Then, if that wans't enough, they invited me and my best friend to hang out with them. Perfect for a girl like me! And instead of going home and telling all my friends, I'm stuck in some hotel with a pscho while my best friend is being hunted!" she snarled back. "And so help me if you don't let go of my arm....." she said, glaring at him. He squeezed her arm tighter.

"Have you ever watched your sister die in front of you? Do you know what its like to be joking her one minute then speaking at her funeral? Do you? Of course you don't! You're lucky! You haven't watched anyone die before. You haven't watched while they lay on a hospital bed, gasping for breath. Have you ever sat by a dying person? Have you sat by them and listened to them plea to God to not take them away. Hear them say how they're too young today. Too know that this person you're looking at will never grow up to become a wife, a mother, and grandmother? Have you seen someone close thier eyes for all eternity? Have you seen a love one suffer in pain? Have you seen your parents fall to their knees and cuss out God for taking thier baby away. Have you? I 'm asking you, Elaine. Have you?" he yelled in her face.

"No!" she screamed back! "But I watched my best friend face in and out. I had to try to save her. I had to try to save someone's life! If she died, I would live with the guilt all my life!"

"You haven't felt real pain yet. But now I hope you do. I hope you go a week without sleeping just thinking about your best friend dying. I hope you never forget it! I hope you're haunted by it for the rest of your life!" he screamed.

Elaine spit in his face.

"I hate you!" she shrieked.

He squeezed her arm tighter then loosened his grip completely. He turned his face away from hers.

"Go! I was just trying to save a life. I was unable to save my sister's. I was hoping I could save yours," he told her. His voice was shakey and no longer sounded strong and mighty like it had once before.

Elaine sighed. What he had screamed in her face was starting to sink in. She was unsure if she could beleive him or not. He wasn't exaclty the most truthworthy person she could think of.

"Jon?" she asked.

"Leave me alone. I'm going to my room. Yours is across from mine. It's all the way down the hall. Last door on the left. Mine's on the right," he told her. He ran out of the room and out of her sight. She heard a door slam in the distance. She walked back into the dining room. She sat down and popped in a few grapes. She was feeling sick again. She opened another tray and saw a pile of cold shrimp. She scrunched up her nose. She hated shrimp. After staring sat them for a while she sighed and popped a few in. By this point, anything was looking good.

She got up and wandered into the living room. She looked around for a little while then wandered back into the dining room then out the other door. The next room was relatively small but beautifully decorated. There was a fireplace on one wall. On the smaller, side wall, was a bookcase filled with books. In the center of the room, in fornt of the fireplace was a huge oriental rug with a beautiful couch sitting on top of it.

Elaine went over to the couch and sat down on it. She began to think about everything. Her mind started ache with all the memories and thoughts. Fear, happiness, joy, surprise, anger, and depression all came to her at once. She thought about growing up with her parents and sisters. She thought about her first boyfriend and her first kiss. She thought about her grandfather's death. She thought about the first time her and Brooke met. She thought about the situation at hand. She sat there for quite some time thinking about the others and what was going on with them. She knew Taylor must be worried to death about her. She started trembling. She finally stood up and walked out of the room.

The next door led to a hallway. It was long but had only a few doors. When she opened them, they would turn out to be a bedroom or a bathroom. Nothing exciting. Elaine walked down to the end of the hallway.

"Last door on the left," she whispered to herself, remembering what Jon told her. She turned the knob and pushed the door in. It was dark by now. It was hard to beleive that a whole day had gone by already. She felt the wall for a light switch. She finally found one and flicked it on. She gasped.

The room was beatifuly decorated. The whole room was done in different pinks. There was a king size bed on the opposite wall wiht a canopy. A victorian style couch sat on the left wall with a cherry coffee table sitting in front of it. There were several wing-back chairs as well. On the other side was a table with two chairs. On the far left was another door.

Elaine walked in the room. She couldn't believe the beauty of it.

"No wonder only millionaire's can afford the penthouse," she thought to herself. She went over to the bed and sat on the end of it. She sunk into the matress comfortably. She laid her back down and stared at the top of the canopy for some time.

A while later she woke up.

"I must have dozed off," she whispered to herself. She sat up and explored her room a bit. The door on the far left led to a huge bathroom with double sinks and a hot tub. She went over and sat on the couch. She started thinking some more bout what Jon had said about Brooke and his sister.

"Is it true?" she thought. Elaine wasn't sure and knew she never would be unless she heard his story. Then she could decide if it was all a sick act. She got up and walked out of the room. She crossed the hall and knocked on Jon's door.

"What?" a voice yelled.

"Can I come in?" Elaine asked.

"In a minute," he replied. She heard some movement. After about a minute or two the door opened. This room was even bigger than hers and more elaborate. The bed was unmade, unlike hers. She stepped into the middle of the room. Jon came out from behind the door and closed it. He only wore a pair of jeans. His eyes were red and his face was streaked.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked him.

"No," he replied. "Have a seat," he told her. She immediately walked over to the sofa and sat down remembering that he had the power. He walked over to her slowly and sat down beside her. "Did you want something?" he asked.

"Yeah," she whispered. She looked down at her lap. She was twisting her fingers together nervously.

"Well, what is it?" he asked.

"Umm.... I need to know the time!" she said, still looking down and in her whispery voice.

"It's 1:37 am and I know that's not why you're here," he said harshly.

"Is it really that late?" she asked.

"Yeah, look at a clock in your room and maybe you would know," he told her.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I just....., never mind," she told him, her voice was shaking by this point. She was scared to death of asking him but more than anything, she was scared of him. She stood up and started to walk away.

Jon grabbed the back of her shorts and pulled her back down.

"I'm not going to be waken up 1:30 in the morning for nothing. Now say whatever it is," he yelled in her face.

"I'm sorry!" she told him. She started to cry. "I was going to ask you what happened with Brooke and your sister. I just wanted to see if I could beleive you. But now I know I can't," she sobbed. She tired to get up again. This time he pushed her down on the couch and got on top of her.

"No one runs out on me," he growled in her face. He had her wrists pinned down down over her head. He was sitting on her legs. The only movement she could make was moving her head side to side.

"Please, let me up," she cried. "Please." Her face was getting streaked with tears.

"Ask it!" he yelled.

"No!" she screamed back.

"Yes!" he shouted.

"No!" she shrieked. "You already know what I wanted to know! Now let me up!"

"I want to hear you ask me to know!"

"Never!"

He leaned over more on her.

"Get off of me!" she screamed.

Not until you ask me!" he shouted.

"Fine! What is this thing with Brooke killing your sister?" she screamed.

Jon loosened her grip. He let go of her wrists and pulled her arms so she was sitting up. He still sat on her legs.

"Would you get off of me?" she asked in a harsh tone.

"Only if you promise to hear me out," he told her.

"I promise," she told him. He got off of her and the sofa. He walked over to his unmade bed a crawled under the covers. He was sitting up with his back propped up against the headboard.

"Come on over," he told her. She looked at him for a moment then went over to the bed. She sat down beside him, over the covers.

"You can get under the covers if you get cold," he said to her in a surprisingly gentle tone. Elaine looked at him wearily.

"I won't do anything to you," he told her. She was obviously nervous.

"I'm fine," she told him. He nodded.

"You ready for me to tell you?" he asked. Elaine nodded nervously.