Into the Unknown

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

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“Unh” Damn, my head was killing me. Why was my head killing me? Suddenly it all came back to me. Waiting for my skip, the two people and then that thing. Panic suddenly washed over me temporarily replacing the pain in my head as I jerked to a sitting position. The sudden movement brought back the pain along with some nausea to keep it company. My eyes snapped open and it only took a second to recognize my apartment. I relaxed slightly as I jumped up, ignoring the pain and rushed to my bathroom.

Now that I had emptied my stomach, I could take a second to think about things like how I had gotten back here. It wasn’t Ranger; I would have been at the hospital instead of my apartment if it had been him. At the very least he would still be here, and I knew without a doubt that he was not here. I would feel it if he were. I walked out of the bathroom realizing that my head was feeling a little better. I grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s out of my freezer, a spoon out of the drawer and turned to walk back to my couch. I froze as I starred at the two strangers sitting in my living room.

I dropped Ben & Jerry and my spoon as I turned to rush to my cookie jar and grab my gun. I hadn’t made it two steps before I heard the distinctive cocking sound of at least one gun and maybe two. “Walk over to your counter slowly.” Came the man's voice from right behind me. Damn, this man is as fast as Ranger. I thought as I did what the man asked. “Now place your hands on the cabinets and spread your feet.” Again I did as he asked. “I am going to pat you down. Don’t try anything, my friend will have a gun pointed at you the whole time.” He did a very thorough job of frisking me. He didn’t even try to grope me, Too Bad. Damn these Mazur hormones.