[i]Riley was in the same alleyway, why was she back here? Oliver's body lay sprawled out in front of her, the bullets in his head, blood everywhere. So. Much. Blood. Frantically, Riley tried to search for help, who could help her? All she could think to do was run- she didn't know where but she took off, not looking back. She ran until she couldn't no more. She stopped where she was standing and winced. Pain shot through her right side. She lifted her shirt up and gasped when she saw a wound, bleeding, causing her the side pains. Her head felt like it was going to explode. She frantically searched for help as blackness enveloped her again....[/i]

Riley sat up, gasping and sweat. She winced and let a small cry of pain out as fiery pain shot up and down her side. She grasped it and noticed that her camisole was tore up to the wound and she was bandaged all the way around. She was laying in an unfamiliar bed, where was she? Did that guy take her? What did he do with Alex? When his name popped in her head, she glowered. Alex. He had Oliver's gun- why? Why did he have his gun, the one that he bought for him herself. Did he kill Oliver and if he did, why? She laid back in whatever bed it was she was in, hand resting on her side. She closed her eyes as the pain very slowly began to subside, just leaving a dull aching now.