"Okay, I'm confused," Andy said after a few minutes. "How am I involved in all of this? I'm just a horror fanatic high school kid whose life happens to be pretty good right now and you're trying to tell me I'm possessed or something? This would only happen to me."
"Look kid, I don't want to have to hurt you, but right now you're not giving me a choice," the guy with the war paint said. His hand was itching toward one of the tranquilizer darts. "Now why don't you just come quietly?"
"I'm not putting up a fight though," Andy yelled. "I just want to know what the hell is going on."
"I told you," the man said. "But you had to have already known. You're Rich Ridley's grandson. There's no way you couldn't have known."
"I told you, I never knew about what you were talking about," Andy told him, sitting down on the couch and taking deep breaths. His irritation was starting to peak again. "You can go ahead and knock me out with that tranquilizer, try and torture answers out of me, and kill me in the electric chair. But it'd all be a waste because I don't even know what's going on."
The war paint guy started out the door and motioned for everyone else to stay where we were. Christine was still looking at Andy like he was going to stab someone while Matt and Cooper were trying to watch what the other guy was doing outside.
After a minute or so, Mr. combat boots came back with Andy's grandfather in handcuffs.
"What the hell is going on here?" Andy said out loud again. Andy was so busy taking in what all was going on, he didn't even notice when the guy with the war paint took out a tranquilizer dart and hit him square in the neck with it. Before he knew what was going on, he blacked out.
