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by ommgitsb

Hey guys! I am so sorry that I literally haven't written anything in two months, I am just going to say "family issues"... Anyways, enjoy this long over-due chapter.

"Bang!" A loud crash from what seemed to be at the ungodly hours of the morning interrupted Christine's rough night. She slowly got up, and grapped whatever was closest to her for protection. (Which happened to be just a stray throw pillow that was on the floor.)

Christine slowly shuffled herself down the hall, trying not to make a noise, and not let whoever had made that crash know that she was awake. The noise she had heard sounded like it had came from by the front door of the apartment.

she glided through the remainder of the hallway, holding on to the throw pillow like it was a life or death situation. (Granted, it was that big of a deal to her.) A peculiar figure loomed into Christine's vision, looking down at what seemed to be a broken vase. She slowly stepped closer to the unknown person, holding the pillow in front of her for protection. Grabbing a trophy from the nearest shelf, steadily raising the trophy with one arm with one hand.

"Christine?" The 'mysterious' man turned around, and reaveled himself to be the most un-threatening person you could think of. Christine quickly dropped the throw pillow, and put the trophy down.

"Seriously? Jeremy, what the hell are you doing at 4 in the morning? With the guy killing people and everything ?" Christine whisper-shouted, still uneasy from the previous events that had occured. Jeremy put his head in his hands, obviously embarrased from whatever explanation he had.

"I was at my girlfriends house-" He was cut off by Christine's abrupt laughing. She continued on laughing, until she looked at Jeremy, who had an irritated glare painted on his face.

"What, Im serious! No lady could ever resist a man like this!" Jeremy did a little spin, while Christine face-palmed.

"God, you are 19 and you still act like youre 10.. Clean up this vase by the way." Christine chuckled, and started to head back to bed.

• • • •

"Reporting live at the latest crime scene on the newest murder in our city! Lorinne and I are the first reporters here to see our victim, Kyah Johns."

And with hearing that name, Christine shot up from her deep sleep that was much needed after what had happened last night. She had absolutely despised Kyah, and groaned just when she heard her name.

Looking around, she realised that the TV was on and blaring throughout the room. The bed was now empty on one side, and was frigid. She put her head in her hands and sighed, knowing that the murders were probably not going to stop.

What if Jeremy had gotten hurt? She couldn't stop her train of thought from going off tracks back to Jeremy and his girlfriends early-morning rendezvous. Sure, he was obnoxious, but she could not bear to think about what would have happened to him at the wrong time and the wrong place.

"Scary, huh?" Christine snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to see Michael leaning up against the door-frame. Christine calls a "mom-lean". She chuckled at his childish manner.

"Stop, you look like my mom! And yes, it is scary.."

" Thank you, I try! And- uh, who broke the vase by the front door?"

Christine sighed, and grinned at Michael. "Jeremy woke me up by coming in and accidentally breaking the vase at 4 in the morning.I told him to clean it up, but I guess he didn't." Michael's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, laughing it off.

"What was he doing so early in the morning? Secret girlfriend?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Wait really?"

"Do you have any work today?" Christine asked,changing the topic, hoping to be pleasantly surprised with whatever answer she was going to get. After all, she wanted to at least feel safe with the new body that was found.

"Nope, its a Saturday and all of the shifts are already covered. So, I'm planning on spending the whole day here."

Christine was right, and she definitely was pleasantly surprised. She had decided earlier that she was going to stay at the apartment for the tine being, or when there wasn't a killer on the loose.