H3XAGON KILL3R

Don leaned heavily against the wall, fighting the sleep he should be taking. It had been over a week since Charlie had come home, but he wasn't better. Don angrily thought about how the hospital officials telling them there was nothing else that they could do, that they were to crowded. Never mind the fact that his little brother was obviously sick. They would just have to hope for the best. It was the same answer they had given for their mom. Except for her they had a diagnosis, and no amount of hoping could change it.

Stop thinking about that, Don screamed to himself, it won't help anyone. It made him feel better though.

At least they could all count their blessings. Charlie could eat, walk, perform basic task, but it was as if he didn't want to. It seemed his entire mind was focusing him on one task. Numbers, Don thought again, it all comes down to Charlie's numbers.

Don's mind swirled back to the facts of the crime scene. Terry had led the team in collecting evidence, and what they had found was shocking. Tracks showed that Charlie had been riding in the direction of the prison, and that the gunman had fired behind him. Charlie had fallen, and due to the lack of wounds Don believed he had ducked, and had remained motionless on the ground. The gunman then shot another bullet at Charlie. This one, by the angle, appeared to have been purposefully shot to miss, but to miss within inches.

Don shivered at the thought. He knew what it felt like to have a gun pointed at you. It was not an experience he would wish to duplicate. Still it had happened more then once and he had grown to live with it. Charlie on the other hand had not. Don remembered him flipping out during the bank bust a few months ago. Don wasn't suprised Charlie was acting the way he was acting. That didn't mean he had to like it though.

Darkness started to close around Don's eyes. He felt himself losing agains sleep and finally surrendered. His mind begin to form images as he drifted into dream-world.

The warehouse was pitch-black as he entered. There were hundreds of obstacles around, but Agent Eppes didn't care. He had to find him. He felt the balance of cold steel in his hand. Rounding the corner he checked for any source of life. A small noise caught his attention. A shadow flickered behind the killer. He had him.

Silently Agent Eppes creeped towards the corner. Holding his gun up he prepared for any confrontation. Slowly he rounded the corner. Suddenly a hand shot out of nowhere.

" DON!" a haggard voice called out.

" Wha...!" Don yelled leaping up. He was back in the house. A chair laid discarded on the floor. Why was there a chair on the floor, what was going on, the world wasn't making sense. Don took a second as his thoughts brought him back to the present.

The scream. It had come from Charlie's room. Instantly Don barged into the room, nearly knocking down the figure standing in the doorway.

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