2 | Game of Survival [JUGHEAD JONES]

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO:

WHILE IN THE WAITING ROOM, Sheriff Keller approached the group waiting for Fred Andrews. Archie and Ginny both knew what was going to happen.

"Sheriff." Archie greeted the male and Ginny waved shyly at the man in front of them. She glanced down at her hands, noticing the blood that stained her petite fingers.

"How's your dad doing?" The older man asked the red headed boy who held a solemn look on his face.

"He's still in surgery." Archie sighed, tired of waiting for news.

"Archie, I know this is a hell of a time for you, but perhaps we could go somewhere and talk about what happened. You too, Ginny."

"Is it cool if I tag along?" Jughead intervened, his hand wrapped around Virginia's waist in comfort. He wanted to be with Ginny and also find out what the hell had happened.

"Actually, if you don't mind–" Sheriff Keller didn't want the intervention but Archie had a different plan.

"Yeah, that'd be great, Jug." Archie interrupted the Sheriff and Ginny smiled at Jug softly, standing up to follow the Sheriff to another room.

"He was maybe 5'10, 160 pounds or so. And he was wearing dark pants and a dark jacket?" Archie thought long and hard at who he saw, hoping he could find something distinctive about the man.

The four sat in a private room, Archie near to Sheriff Keller as he explained what happened. Ginny was there for minor commentary since she had been knocked out for the majority of the trauma.

"Anything on that jacket? Any symbol or insignia?" He questioned Archie and Ginny shook her head.

"You mean like a snake?" Jughead interrupted, and Ginny squeezed his hand tightly as he grew defensive over the Southside Serpents. She knew that Jughead was protective of his father... but this was something different. Last night changed him when the Serpents came to the door last night.

"No, it was just a jacket. No snake." Archie told the Sheriff, his eyes glancing at his friends.

"And the ski mask that he had on—"

"No, it's not a ski mask.It's a hood, a black hood. Homemade, like he'd cut the eyes out himself. And the guy's eyes were green."

"Now, Pop Tate had a fairly good idea of what happened up until when your father was shot. And then, well—There are some gaps. And I need you to help me fill those. What did he do, our masked man?"

"After he shot my dad? He— Nothing. He shot my dad, ran out of the diner. Who did this, Sheriff?" Archie's voice was broke as he looked down at his blood stained hands.

"Archie, it's just—It's too early to speculate. But this guy, he was probably out of his head on meth or the jingle jangle, some Southside lowlife that was just looking for a cash grab."

"How much did he get? How much cash?" The red headed boy asked.

"We're waiting to hear about that from Pop Tate." The Sheriff sighed, "Since this is Riverdale, I have to ask. What if robbery wasn't the motive? What else could it be? Well, I mean, I suppose it could be someone who has a grudge against your dad. Wanted to make it look like a robbery. But I mean, it's just too early to tell."