The Prophecy

Chapter Four

I went straight to the kitchen. I mean where else would you go to get away from an angry mob of friends?

"Rose why did he call you an agent?"

"Why did you say we're not killers? Was he suggesting we kill somebody?"

"Did you guys fuck or what?" Casey blurts out. We all stare at her silently as she sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. "What? Everyone was asking questions!" She unfolds her hands and holds them up in surrender. "Sorry if I was just skipping to the juicy parts but I'm pretty sure that's what we all would like to know right now because he is one sexy mo-"

"Casey!" Grace scolds her like a child.

"Yeah because I'm pretty sure after all we've been through, the one thing on everyone's mind is if we banged or not." I look at her pointedly. "Actually I would like to know." I stare at Tyler with a pointed look on my face before staring back at the others.

"Look, I've had quite a long day today and I will gladly answer all the questions you may have in a second... I just need beer to get through them." I open the fridge, taking out a pack of bud-light.

I place it on the kitchen table and remove one beer from the pack, opening it by using the counter top and happily take a sip of it as I sit down. I rest my arms casually on the table when pain starts shooting up and down my arm. I almost forgot about my injuries.

Yeah because after all how could I just forget the fact that blood is running down my arms and dripping down to the floor.

I get up and walk to the bottom cabinets of the kitchen and pull out the first aid kit since I was too lazy to go to the emergency room we had here.

I take it back to the table and sit down, opening up the kit. Before getting started on my wounds I take huge gulps from my beer since I knew I definitely need it. "Don't mind if I do." Tyler walks up to the table and reaches out for a beer. I slap his hand away.

"You're a minor, no."

"You are too!" He says defensively. "Your 18! I'm 18! We're the same age!"

"Age limit is 21, not my rules." I grab a disinfectant, gauges, and bandages. Good thing the wound wasn't bad enough for stitches.

"Then you shouldn't be drinking either." I laugh.

"Please I started drinking since I was 9. I know my limit. You're not drinking." He mutters to himself quietly as he walks away.

I bite down on my lip hard as I spray the disinfectant on my right arm and both of my forearms. I take another sip of my beer finishing it off hoping it would help subside the pain. I quickly take care of everything and am about to put everything away when I remember about Fred.

"Sit down Fredward I have to check if you have wounds on you too." He sits down on the chair next to me. "Take off your shirt."

"Wow Rose I didn't know you liked me like that but then again it is me so I guess I do understand-" I smack his head. "Ow! Fine!" He takes off his shirt and turns his back to me.

"Alright go ahead and ask me whatever you want."

"Who was that guy?" Tyler asks. I roll my eyes as I look for any wounds on Fred.

He had a bruise on his left arm and a couple of puncture marks from when the thing had latched its claws on his shoulder but it wasn't anything too bad.

"Stay still, I'm going to have to disinfect it." I quickly spray it down, he groans. "Don't be a baby about it. And to answer your question he's the director and no I did not date him. Next question." I cover Fred's wound and pat him in the back.