Changed Time

Chapter Thirty-Two

I told Wyatt to take the rest of the group in the hotel without me, and though he didn't like the idea of leaving me alone, he folded and let me be alone with my thoughts.

Nothing was going as planned, though we didn't have much of a plan in the first place. So many things were popping up that we weren't prepared for.

Sophie being Jamie's sister.

Paige.

The murderers being "Visioners" as Low Voice had called us.

Walter dying.

Mia.

All the things that we couldn't have, but somehow should have thought would happen have happened and I had no idea how I was ever going to stop it all.

So I sat in the Charger with the doors locked, my eyes closed and my mind spinning and open.

Sophie believed in me. Paige believed in me. Everyone believe in me but me, and I needed to fix that.

I was going to find the murderers. I was going to make sure that they didn't hurt any more innocent people. I was going to make sure that they never laid a hand on Mia, or Paige, or Sophie or Jessie. I was going to take them down.

Without warning, pain erupted through my skull. I didn't even try to press my fingers into my temples, because I knew it wouldn't help. Instead, I gripped the steering wheel as hard as I could and gritted my teeth together.

My brain was on fire. It was lasting longer than my usual pre-vision experiences, this was going to be different. I could already tell.

I couldn't hold my jaw any longer without it breaking, and I let loose a long, painful, agonizing scream before blacking out.

I was alone.

I took in my surroundings and didn't like what I saw.

I was in the warehouse where Jamie was killed. Actually, I was in the exact spot where she was murdered.

The blood splatter was still on the wall, and the dried black stain on the ground was inches from where I was standing.

"Hello, Andrew," a low voice said my name, but when I turned to see who it was, there was no one there.

"Who's there?" I kept twisting in circles, but there was no figure to connect with the voice. "Why am I here?"

"I believe you're here to solve a case, Andrew," the low voice answered.

"Who are you?"

"You won't like the answer."

"Show me who you are!" I yelled, still twisting. "Show me!"

Just as I finished saying me, a dark figure came around the corner. He stepped into the slight light a high window gave him and standing not five feet away from me was a tall man wearing a gray suit without a tie. His longer blonde hair sat just around his shoulders, while his shaggy beard ended just after his adam's apple.

"Hello, Andrew," Shaggy said with a shark-like grin planted on his face. "I told you that you wouldn't like the answer."

"How do you know my name?" I barely got it out. I was face to face with my worst nightmare. The person who I was hunting, the person who killed Sophie's sister, the person who kidnapped Paige and was probably going to kill her was standing not five feet away from me. "How are you doing this?"

Shaggy stepped around me, and the dried blood stain between us and started walking down the hallway, toward the offices. "I know exactly who you are, Andrew. And as for how I am doing this, I'm merely giving you a vision, though instead of it being a murder vision, it's more of a warning vision. Just as the one you saw with Paige on the road."