Whare Are You?

Docters masks, and CDs

 All eyes turned too sheila. She was curled up in a ball, holding her head and coughing horribly. Star hadn't liked the girl, but it was still a shock. The guy who was wearing the mask, and doctor coat, rushed over to her. Star still didn't know his name.

For at least a minute, everyone was unlawfully silent. The only sound was the one of sheila coughing, wheezing and gasping. When the star thought that it would never stop, it did. Sheila was completely still, motionless. Perhaps she had asthma. No one spoke, or moved, except for the man with the doctors coat, who moves swiftly around her, checking vitals. Why would a doctor wear a mask?

The air was impossibly heavy as the Man stood up, sheilas crumpled body remained motionless. "She is dead." he proclaimed simply, as if he was used to having to give this kind of news.

Heads turned, and everyone seemed to look too each other for help, guidance, yet no one had any. Micco and snow were sitting very close together, staring at the doctor in shock. "Locke, how did she ...die?" Snow asked eventually.

Locke looked down at the snow. His stance was threatening, and the star was glad she couldn't see his face. "She died from some kind of poison, or something in her body choking her. Not something she ingested; it's inside her skin."

The room gave a collective shudder, and the show moved closer to Micco, who was being hugged by his gothic counterpart. Jerry looked extremely grave, his hands were interlaced together in front of him. Sof was shuddering, and seemed to be looking for her bag. Finally, looking too scout, the star saw that the boy was shaking and crying slightly. Poor thing.

Star moved slowly toward him, and gently patted her shoulder. "Breath, okay? Breath. Lets get you home, alright? "She said quietly to him. She would have liked, more than anything, too pull everyone in the room into a hug, and tell them it would be alright, but she knew she couldn't.

Locke interrupted her quiet murmurs too Scout, having apparently overheard her. "I'm afraid i can't let any of you leave. No matter who brought us here, we can't go until we found out whos done this. And,besides, i'd like to see any of you even try to get out." He sounded threatening, as if he were the reason no one was going to leave. Why did he have to wear that mask?

"Why can't we just leave the job too the cops, Isn't that what their for?" Henry asked, holding onto micco tightly.

Locke growled in response. "Because one of us obviously did it. And," He motioned to the window by the table, "Are any of you seriously considering going out against that?"

Whatever was outside the window, Star did not know. The entire place around the mansion was drowned in darkness, the lights from the house only went around an inch. the windows rattled, and the star pulled away from them out of instinct.

Locke sat down, growling again. "I know none of you are gonna admit to this murdur, so we'll have to figure it out another way. I'm gonna test each one of you for chemicals on your hands."

"Why are you assuming it's a murdur?" Jerry asked, looking toward Locke. "How do you know what she didn't have some kind of tumor, or that something' could have happened to her before this?"

"Because, this thing in her throat," Locke said, kneeling down again, "Is fresh. I can tell. The stitching is new. Look."

Slowly, Jerry made his way to look at the place on sheilas neck where locke was indicating. He looked up briefly at the star, and nodded for her to come look as well. Star didn't want to do this, but she felt her legs moving without permission toward the corpse.

What Star saw repulsed her. When she had first seen sheila, she was sure that this wasn't on her neck. How could locke look at it so calmly? Her neck was sewn together with sewing thread, the way you would do with clothes, and an unhamanly circular object was imbedded into her neck. A pang of guilt hit the star. No one deserved this, not even someone who had been as immature in the minutes she could.