Murder (A TC FF)

Chapter 16

Seto and Alyssa stood there, frozen, unmoving..... they had heard two gunshots before hand, and now, they don't know whether or not to go inside of the room.

"Sh-houl-ld we-e go-o i-in?" Seto asked shakily. Alyssa nodded and Seto tried opening the door again. It was UNLOCKED. They looked at one another and Seto slowly opened it, revealing a double sized room, with a body facing face first!

"Oh my god! Trish!" Seto yelled as he ran to the bodies aid. He felt for a pulse. Small. He checked her breathing. Stuttered. He checked her veins. Slow. She was alive. Barely. Alyssa investigated the room, seeing many things knocked over and, pieces of glass shattered everywhere. They probably had a struggle... whoever had tried to kill her. She also saw something sitting beside her bed, so, Alyssa grabbed a heinkerchief, and picked up the object. It.... was the gun.

"Seto......" Alyssa said, turning towards him still holding the gun. Seto looked up, and his face went pale as soon as he saw the gun.

"Y-You must be joking me right?" Seto asked her, Alyssa shaking her head 'no'. Seto continues to work on Trish, moving the scapel around the nerves area, and towards the inner part of the lungs. Her breathing regulated, and Seto picked her up bridal style.

"She should be okay....." Seto said, moving towards the door. Alyssa nodded and carried the gun with her, still in the heinkerchief.
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"Is she gonna be okay?" Jerome asked Seto as soon as he got out of the infermary.

"Yes... she should be okay... and she should be awaking within the next hour or so...." Seto answered, a big smile appearing on his face. Adam growled.

".....Should....." Adam whispered quietly, mocking Seto's words. Adam went over to the bar and poured himself another shot of Jin, and slammed the glass onto the bar top.

"Where did you find?" Adam asked them, making Alyssa cringe. She reached into a pocket, and pulled out the gun he had found. Adam and the rest of them gasped, and Adam pulled the gun out of her hands.

"But how....? It was in my dresser...." Adam whispered quietly to himself, almost making it a mumble. They all looked at him, and Adam sighed, putting the gun into his pocket.

"Whaaaaat are you doing?" Mitch asked him, making Adam growl.

"Putting the gun into my pocket." Adam answered.

"Buuuuut.... why would we trust you with the gun?" Mitch asked Adam once more.

"Because. It was my Fucking gun to begin with." Adam snarled, continuing to put the gun into his pocket.

"That means you can be the murderer!" Jerome stood by Mitch, crossing his arms.

"I'M NOT THE FUCKING MURDERER! If I had wanted to kill you all, just now, I could've gone-" Adam pulls out the gun. "-pop pop pop pop!" Adam motioned him shooting everyone in the head. Adam put back his gun, and Mitch laughed.

"Oh yes... but that's not the idea. What pleasure it would be to watch all of us suffer... one. At. A. Time." Mitch said, investigating Adam's pockets. Adam pushed Mitch back.

"Back. The FUCK! AWAY!" Adam shouted, picking up the gun that had simitaniously fell out of his pocket when he had pushed Mitch. Adam aimed it at Mitch, who put up his hands in surrender.

"So what? Your gonna kill me now like you did the others?" Mitch smiled, making Adam growl. Adam put away the gun and sat down in his seat, never saying another word.