Working With The Enemy

Chapter Five

Pine Tree crumbles to the floor, blood spilling out from where the bullet pierced him. I quickly rush to Dipper's side and take him into my arms. Please, please don't be dead.

Anyone but him...

He's body is as cold as ice and there's no pulse...

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces.

I...I have to rewind, even if it kills me...

I try to use my powers but it's not worker. All I'm doing is making myself feel weaker and weaker. My nose starts bleeding again. Fuck...

A shadow looms over us and I look up to see that teacher from earlier, gun in hand one hand and syringe in other.

...A gun!?

He...He killed him....

hE kIlLeD dIpPeR!!!!!!

I glare up at him and pull Dipper away from him. "Stay away!" I snap.

Jefferson grabs my wrist and lifts me up, dangling me by my wrist. "Put me down!" I snap, about the flick my wrist and set this asshole on fire.

However, before I can do that, an electric-like shock courses through my body, breaking my concentration and the syringe is inserted into my neck. I feel something go into my veins and my vision starts to blur. "S....Stop it..." I mumble.

"I....have...to save...................Dipper..........."

I wake up feeling groggy, weak and dazed. I...I think I'm tied to a table...? I hear someone approaching, who turns out to be Jefferson. "I'm glad you're awake Bill." Jefferson says, holding up a camera and snapping a photo of me.

Wait, how-

"I'm well aware of exactly who you are. I've been watching both you and Mason." Jefferson says.

Dipper...

"Y-You killed him...He trusted you and you killed him!" I say, trying to scream but voice too hoarse.

"Ah, yes, too bad about that. However, it was all necessary in order to exploit your innocence." Jefferson says.

"Exploit my...innocence?" I ask, frowning in confusion.

What is this nutjob going on about? "Yes, your innocence. Being a dream demon, Mason is - well, was - the first person you've ever cared for, loved, opened up to, right? So you were innocent when it came to losing the love of your life, right? By killing Mason, it allowed me to capture your look as that innocence was taken away from you with this." Jefferson explains, tapping the camera.

Jefferson picks up a bunch of photos on a table next to him and holds them up for me to see. They're pictures of me in different poses - most of them erotic - looking dazed and drugged out of my mind.

Wait a minute, that's like the video of Shooting Star that Gideon made... "You've been working with Gideon this whole time!" I say.

"I'm like a father-figure to him. He wanted a girl, I wanted to capture someone's innocence so we worked together so we could both get what we want. Isn't that like what you and Mason did?" Jefferson asks.

"Don't compare us to the likes of you." I snap, "Where is Gideon anyways?"

"Oh, about six feet under, I'd say. He was getting in the way, sending those obvious death threats to Mason and not even bothering to cover his tracks. It was too problematic trying to cover for him so I had to get rid of him." Jefferson replies.

HE KILLED HIM!? "Don't look so surprised. Only a couple of years ago, you would've done the same thing." Jefferson says.

"I've changed since then." I insist.