Chapter 7
"I had visions. I was in them. I was looking into the mirror to see a little bit clearer the rottenness and evil in me. Fingertips have memories, mine can't forget the curves of your body...I'd like to turn off time and kill my mind. You kill me mind. Paranoia, paranioa, everybody's coming to get me. Just say you never met me...Hear the voices in my head...The agony and the irony, they're killing me..."~Harvey Danger, "Flagpole Sitta"
"Oh my God," said Lance.
"Lance, what does this mean?" Natalie said from her position on the floor. Lance could tell by the look in her eyes that she was thinking the same thing that he was.
"It's not that, Natalie," he said trying to convince himself of that as well as Natalie. "It's just a coincidence."
"Some coincidence," Natalie mumbled. "Some sick coincidence if you ask me."
"Yeah," said Lance distantly as he stared into space. They both sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking about what this could mean.
"You're right, it's a coincidence," said Natalie getting up from the floor. By her tone of voice, Lance couldn't tell if she really believed that or not.
"I mean," Natalie started again, "there's no way it could be what we're thinking. That's just silly, right?"
"Right," said Lance in the same unconfident tone that Natalie had just used.
"Well, I guess we better call an ambulance, or something like that," said Natalie.
"Yeah. We never actually had to do this the last time," said Lance.
"I know, it's weird," said Natalie. "I guess I better have his body shipped to Britain for a funeral when I get back."
"Yeah, that's probably the right thing to do," said Lance.
"So, yeah," said Natalie walking out of the room.
~*~*~
No one knew what to think of Scott's death. The people from Hawthorn were shaken by the coincidence of the matter, how it so tragically related to what had happened 6 years ago. But they had to remember that this was just one murder, nothing like the "murder spree" of their days past. But that had been fake, and this was a little too real for any of them to handle.
Police were in and out of the house for the next few days. They dusted the knife for finger prints, searched the room for evidence, and did everything else humanly possible. But there was nothing that could be found. Whoever had killed Scott had gone to all measures as to not be caught.
~*~*~
"Lance, this is creeping me out," said Natalie.
"Nat, it's probably nothing," Lance lied.
"I really don't know. I just have a bad feeling about this."
"Natalie, it's all in your head," said Lance. "You still write those stories of yours, right? Your imagination is just over active. Try not to think about it."
"How can I not think about it?" Natalie nearly screamed. "Lance, someone was murdered. And six years ago, the only other time we were ever together, we solved the mystery of a serial killer. This is just a little bit too weird for me."
"Nat, why don't you just take a nice bath or something, you're stressed out," said Lance.
"Take a nice bath? That's what you do when you've had a bad day at work, not when your husband is murdered and you know that probably right now someone else you know, someone else in the same house as you is being murdered, and it's not gonna stop until the killer is caught."
"And you think it's your job to catch him, right?" said Lance.
"Maybe! And what makes you so sure it's a him?"
"Well, I really don't know," said Lance. "Natalie, is something wrong? You're acting really weird."
"I'm not acing weird!" said Natalie. "I'm just under a lot of stress."
"You know, you never even really seemed that sad that it was Scott that died. I mean, I really thought you'd be grieveing over your husband."
Natalie was silent. "I just have a lot on my mind right now, Lance. I mean, I really think the killer is going to strike again. I KNOW they're going to, I just know it!"
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