Death in room 14

Chapter 20

--Rico--

Damian laid in front of me on a bleach white hospital bed. His arms and legs were being held down by thick leather straps. His dark eyes were wide with terror but his screams fell deaf to my ears. "Damian!" i shouted, pounding my fists onto the glass window pane that was separating us.

Suddenly, Damian wasnt in the hospital bed but right in front of me, the tip of his nose barely touching the glass. His almond colored eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red. He had scratch marks littering his skin, as if wild animals had tried to feast upon him. The hospital gown was so loose on him that his shoulders and tops of his arms were showing. They were bony, pale, and covered in bruises.

"Its your fault that Erwins dead; you're murderer," he hissed out. His eyes then rolled back into his head and he crumbled to the ground. I began screaming for hi to stand back up, but he never did.

I slid down the wall, clutching my head in between my hands. How in heavens name i his death my fault?

*Flashback*

"Come on Erwin! Itll be fun!" I said slinging my arm over his shoulders. "Just think about it: Long summer says on the beach, arcades galore and no parents to tell you what to do!" Erwins hazel eyes closed for a second as Damian and Jen walked into the room. "What are you doing Rico?"

I gave a smile,"Just trying to convince Erwin here that he should come with us to California." Damian sighed. "Erwin, if you dont want to go, you dont have to. Really, it wont hurt my feelings."

Erwin opened his eyes again and searched their faces. "Alright fine, Ill go."

I smiled,"HA! YES! I told Rafael i could do it! Now he own me fifty bucks."

"wha-WAIT IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU INVITED ME!"

*present*

I began sobbing into my hands and screaming for Damian hat i was sorry. I should have known it was my fault. I didnt want to think about the fact that if i hadn't tried so hard to get Erwin to come along, he would actually still be alive righ-

"RICO!"

I shot up and groaned when my head collided with something behind me. Leaning back against awall, micheal made it seem as if he was relaxed but i could tell that it was quite the opposite. His grey eyes were wide with concern and his hands were clasped so tight it looked like he might break a finger or two off.

A relieved look flashed across his face as soon as we made eye contact but it only lasted for a split second because as soon as it appeared, it was gone. I wonder if i had just imagined it.

Looking around at our surrounding, i realized that we were in a moving van. Sifting slightly, i realized, to my disdain, that i was resting on a giant sack of potato's. Looking back up at Micheal, i noticed he was sitting on a sack full of peeled corn cobs.

"So what happened?" Micheal sighed. ""Well i was making some coffee when i herd you screaming. As i entered the living area, I saw two people in black morf suits had knocked you unconscious. The next thing i remember is waking up to you screaming for Damian."

I sighed and leaned my head against the wall behind me. Micheal reached under him and grabbed a corn. Holding a lighter under it, he slowly began to try and warm the cob up. I tried to hide my laughter the best i could at how focused he looked doing such a childish thing.

 As i observed him, i noticed just how young he actually was.

He threw the cob over at me and quickly pulled out another for himself.

Some point later on, the truck came to a holt. We both got extrely quite and strained our earslisting for any hints as to what was going on.

I could hear people talking outside but it only sounded like murmers to me. looking over at Micheal to see if he could hear what they were saying, i was shocked to see a horrified look written plainly across it. I wanted to ask what they were talking about but i knew that as soon as we made a sound they would know were had been listing in.

I slowly began to nibble on my corn. i was quickly learning that cold corn wasnt that good. I still tasted like corn but it was harder and

cold?

There was no way. Even though the lighter hadnt been that effective, it shouldnt be as cole as it was. This isnt right, nothing should be cold in a moving van in the middle of August.

Glancing over at Micheal, i started feeling as if he wasnt telling me something. the entire situation had left an uneasy feeling settle in the pit of my stomach. How did those guys get in his room anyway? I know he only has one set of keys and he took those into the kitchen with him.

then it all hit me.

Micheal was working with the murderer.