blown up - 1

"You were right. I shouldn't have bothered with the graffiti. It ate up the entire night. It was just me in the library, and I even forgot about dinner. It's horrible, realising it's already morning, having missed sleep, so hungry almost dying from it. It's even made me delirious. Look how I'm rambling. Anyways, where are you? You weren't in the room. And the room was quite messed up, almost like it was tossed about. What were you looking for? Did you find whatever it was? Did you rush off to class? Don't tell me there was some special class that I forgot about. It's already a horrible morning as it is. And, did you learn anything from the notes? I'm going to stop now, or I'd just go on forever. Call me back, whenever you get this message. It sucks leaving you a voicemail, maybe coz I've never done it before. You were always so close by, weren't you. It's just insane. Anyways, I'll stop now. Bye. Call me."


"Hello?"

"Hey, hi. Hello. Wow, look at that, it's been but ten minutes since I called you, or left you that message."

"Where are you?"

"In our room. I thought I'd clean up, but I was just too tired. So, I just tried to get some sleep, until you called back so quickly. Where are you?"

"Shut up, and listen. Carefully. Get out."

"What?"

"Just listen to me, will you. Get up off the bed, put on your shoes, and get out. Don't bother with anything. Just get out as quickly as you can. Now."

"Okay."

"Alright, now while running, listen to me. Don't question me, and just keep up."

"Okay."

"University security will be coming for us. Pretty soon it will all be a prison. Don't use any of the gates. Get out through the west wall, the one we use for getting out at nights. That's the only hope."

"Alright. It seems empty, so I'm jumping over. Where then?"

"The warehouse. That's the only safe location. You haven't ever mentioned it with anyone, have you?"

"No, I haven't. Like we agreed."

"Good. Don't take a taxi. Don't try to attract any attention to yourself. And get there as soon as you can. I should be there in an hour."

"Ok. I'll be waiting for you. But what happened? Where are you?"

"It's all messed up. We were traced, we got caught."

"What do you mean?"

"We were right. You were right. They were all murders. And they were all connected. I know this because, we are next."

"What? How?"

"Don't lose it. You'll be fine. It'll be just fine."

"Just what is happening?"

"I couldn't reach Colleen, because she was out on some work for her project. But she did give me the address of the maker of the skirt we got yesterday. She knew who it was because only last week she was in touch with that person for some material. I couldn't wait, so I went to check up on the maker. That was how I found out."

"That we were being traced?"

"Yes. We were being traced. Every step of the way. And he was waiting for me."

"The killer? Himself?"

"The killer. But not by himself. He had the cops waiting for us. He set us up, to make us seem like the killers."

"What are you talking about?"

"There was a detective waiting for me, with a record of everything. Almost as good as we had it. He had us on the crime scenes, and he caught me with the piece of the skirt. Before I could question, or say anything, he started asking the questions. I was suspicious, but too surprised to do anything about it. There was no way I could escape. I couldn't think of anything to say, or make up. They had so much on us. To make us seem the killers."

"We were set up. But how would they know? How would the killer know?"

"I'm not sure. But that's not all. Just when it seemed like I was caught, there was a shot fired. The detective was shot, right through the heart. He died right there, in front of me. I couldn't do a thing. I thought it was over, when another shot was fired. But it wasn't for me. It was for the designer, the one i had gone to meet. He was dead too. I waited for the shot, the bullet to kill me but it never came. And then I realised what was happening. And I called you."

"This is not good. This is all a mess."

"Do you understand what is happening?"

"We are being set up. And I think it's the police who are setting us up."

"You are right there. I think the cops, or at least one of them, is involved. I don't know how they found out about us. And I don't know how they're setting us up, but it is coming. And I get a feeling it's going to be worse. You be careful."

"I just reached the warehouse."

"I should be there in a while."

"Are those sirens behind you? You have the cops chasing you? Just what is happening there?"

"Listen to me. I'm not sure if the warehouse is compromised or not. But that is the safest place for now. Just stay there, and do nothing. I will get there, no matter what."

"Alright. I'm waiting for you."


"That was the hardest and the longest half hour of my life. Are you okay? How did you escape them?"

"Lucky break. A truck crashed into them, blocking them just enough for me to escape. That is not important. What is important is that they will be searching for us. And from the look of how much they know about us, they must know about this too. We need to figure out what to do next."

"No. We need to figure out what to do now. I didn't tell you over the phone, because I didn't want to scare you any further. But something is amiss in here."

"What do you mean?"

"Just look around. Don't you get the feeling something is wrong?"

"You're right. Someone was here, other than us. Something is amiss. Rather, something is wrong."

"What is happening?"

"I don't know, but this is too big of a mess. Something huge is definitely wrong."

"What do you think will happen now? To us?"

"We will be just fine."

***explosion***