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Daniel's POV:

I thought I had hallucinated someone knocking at the door, but the sound continued to get louder and I got out of bed. Just as I was about to open the door a peep sounded from my phone.

I unlocked the phone to see a text message from an unknown number.

Open the door damn it!

It was from an unknown number, and there was only one person who would text me that. My lips set into a thin line and I debated whether I should open it or not. My thoughts brought back the images of our fight and it brought a new set of guilt seep into my blood.

I knew I shouldn't have spoken to her in that way but I couldn't stop the words from flowing out of my mouth as I felt the frustration of going nowhere. Then I remembered the person I had seen in front of the club.

I was too shocked to move, and then when I had regained my senses there was no one there.  I almost thought that I had imagined it but I didn't. There was no way I could have imagined that, but it didn't make any sense either.

A loud noise brought me back to reality. For a second I forgot what the hell I was doing, and then figured out that Sam had been knocking. It became silent all of a sudden. Did she go back already? I wanted her to, but I wanted to see her face at the same time.

Now that the knocking had stopped, the itch to see her increased. I took tentative steps towards. What would I even tell her if she was there? Before I could even think of something, I had already opened the door, but she wasn't there. Where the hell did she go? I peeked out of the room, and got the answer to it immediately.

It had to be him every single time!

Sam jumped up in what seemed like excitement and I had half a mind to drag her inside my room and lock it for eternity, but then something about the moment made me wait and watch them.

"Oh, I know someone who could help you with this!" She exclaimed. Help with what? I probably shouldn't eavesdrop on them, but I had to know what could probably have Sam get so excited to help him in the middle of the night.

So I decided to keep the door almost closed and listen in as much as I could; that is if the conversation didn't need any intervention from me. There was silence for a while and I thought they had already left, but then I heard his voice again. "Who?"

"Harry."

I frowned. Did I hear that right? What could Harry possibly help him with? I opened the door a little bit wider and watched them. I couldn't see Sam's face since she had her back towards me, but I could make out the traces of Brian's face.

"I thought we agreed to keep this our little secret."

"But what if he could.."

"That's not the kind of help I need."

"But.."

"I know you care about me Sam. I really do and I know you're just trying to help, but I have already figured out a way to solve this. And if I couldn't I really would come back to you, okay?"

I peeked out to see her nod her head and the two of them whispered something to each other before they walk off to their respective rooms. What could they have probably needed Harry for?

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The sun began making its way up in the sky and as soon as I saw the first glimpse of sunlight I rushed towards the bed and shook awake the figure sleeping on it.

He groaned and tossed around. He was a persistent sleeper, but I was a much more persistent waker as I continued to shake him awake. He groaned and sat up finally. "What the hell do you want Blake?"

I picked up his spectacles and handed it over to him. He wore it and frowned at me. "Daniel? What happened? Is something wrong?"

I felt guilty for waking him up so early but I had to do it. "Uh no, but it's something important."

He nodded his head with a serious expression and jumped off the bed. I needed someone like that.

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"Uh, ignore me if I shouldn't ask this, but why are we stalking Brian early in the morning?"

I should have known he would figure things out quickly. I shook my head and continued to jog beside him. "We are not stalking. We are merely jogging in the same path that he does, or at least you are when he asks."

"What are you going on about?"

"Okay, so here's the plan. You casual race upto and pretend like you were jogging and didn't see him. He would then notice you and ask you what you are doing here."

"What if he doesn't noticed, or noticed and figured out that I too was jogging and decides not to ask anything?"

I glared at him. "Why do you have to be almost right all the time?"

Harry grinned. "Because I am simply stating facts. There is no way a 100 percent guarantee that things would go in the way that you want it to be."

"That's why I chose you and not Blake. So help me out here."

"Fine." He sighed and managed not to trip on the rock in the path. "Just tell me what to do."

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I hid myself behind a bush in the park. I hadn't known Brian would go for a run in the morning before or else I would have followed him earlier. Okay maybe I wouldn't have. I didn't even have a reason before and I don't know if the conversation I heard would be reason enough now for what I am doing.

At least I could see if I find something out of this, but the more I watched him fumble his way in the path, trying to catch his breath, not trip over the pebble, or clash into other joggers while trying to catch upto Brian, I realised it wasn't my most brilliant idea.

Though he was super lean, he was nowhere near being athletic, and Brian seemed to be the opposite of everything that he was as he swiftly jogged his way into the crowd.

Begrudgingly we had to walk our way home, and by the time we reached the hall, he was already in the dining hall, having his breakfast. Were we that slow, or was he too fast?

I nudged Harry and he blinked at me. I alluded to Brian and he looked like he wanted to protest but sighed and walked towards the table. Well, here goes round two.

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Michael's POV:

My mind kept going back to the phone conversation that I had yesterday with rather someone.. unexpected. Remembering that only made me angry and I wanted to fire Francis for sharing my number; but then he did ask my permission and I did agree.

No wonder he was nervous yesterday.

Is this how I always get ourselves in a mess? First I had him fulfil to Sam's every wish and that brought us here, and now I just let him share my number, and I don't know where this was going to end up in.

Maybe I should stop giving Francis so much power over my life.

I sighed and got up from the bed. There was no use ruminating over things that can't be changed. All through the shower and dressing up process, I couldn't help but be plagued by Cath's thoughts and the phone call. Maybe checking up on her could help me ease my mind.

I rapped on their room door and waited for a few minutes. I didn't want to disturb them early in the morning but I couldn't stop myself from seeing her either. The only reason I agreed to not seeing her yesterday was that she could rest; that and I had other things to worry about. But now I am not waiting anymore.

When there seemed to be no moment from the other side of the door I pushed it open. It was eerily quiet but I knew it wasn't empty. Sam laid sprawled on the bed in a spiral of bedsheets and pillows. There was no figure lying beside her.

I slowly made my way inside and shut the door behind me as quiet as I could. She wasn't there and I had half a mind to check under the bed, but I didn't think she would be. So I walked back to the door.

I heard the sound of a door opening but it wasn't this door. My head whipped around in the direction of the sound and saw Cath coming out of the bathroom. Why doesn't my brain work sometimes?

Her eyes widened at the sight of me, and her lips parted. I strode forward in big steps and wrapped her in my arms. "God, I missed you!"

For a few moments she stood still and I wondered if I had scared her, but then slowly her arms wrapped around my torso and the grip became tighter until it became almost painful.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, running my hand over her silky hair.

"Y-Yeah." Her voice was thick with emotion and I knew she wasn't.

I pulled away to look at her face. Her pale skin glistened with wetness but I couldn't identify if it was because of her washing her face, or bawling her eyes out. The white of her eye was tinged with slight redness.

"What happened?"

She simply stared at me for a few second and I could feel the thumping of her heart. "N-Noth-"

"I know it's not nothing."

She gulped and nodded her head. She stared at me for a few more seconds and a single tear slid down her left cheek. "I-I a-am scared."

My heart crumbled and I hugged her tighter than before and rubbed her back even though it was useless. I didn't want her to feel like she was alone in this. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay to be scared but trust me. You're not alone in this. You have all five of us with you to help you get out of this."

Her grip tightened and I felt her nod her head. We stood like that for a few more minutes with no words exchanged, but the silence that engulfed us told me exactly what to do. I pulled away and cupped her cheeks in my hands.

"I am not going to tell you not to worry because I know it sounds almost impossible. But I promise you that I will make this okay. I have something to do now, but I will back soon. Promise to take some rest in the meanwhile, and I will have someone bring you food here. Make sure to eat it, okay?"

She nodded and I planted a kiss on her forehead. With much restrain, I pulled myself away from her and out of her room. Soon I found myself back at my room with my phone in my hands.

I knew I should do everything in my power to help protect Cath, but what if I was dragging her into more trouble than actually solving anything. My mind took me back to the conversation yesterday.

"Hello?"

It was silent. I had to look at the screen to make sure the line was still connected. I let out a sigh in frustration. Daniel had managed to mess my mind up and now someone else has decided to play with it too.

"If you're not going to talk right now, I am going to end the call."

"Hey, please don't!"

One thing was obvious from this. "You're not a girl."

"Uh.. I am not."

"Francis told me that he a girl wanted my number, and I believe nobody else knows this number."

"I-I.. uh.. why is so hard!" He muttered and took a deep breath. "I had Angela get the number since I was 150 % sure he wouldn't give it to me."

As soon as I realised who it was, my blood ran cold and my grip on the phone tightened. "YOU!"

"Uh, yeah."

"HOW DARE YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL ME AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU THE MOMENT YOU LAID YOUR HANDS ON BLAKE!"

"Woah! Woah! I had nothing to do with it. I did not hurt him."

I laughed at his act. "Are you trying to say you were innocent in the case?"

"Uh, let's just say I wasn't directly involved."

"Hiring someone else to hit my best friend is just as shitty!"

"Jesus! I am not that fucking low, and you should know that! Yes, I did cheat on your sister and I have wronged some girls in the past, but I have changed. Even if I didn't change, playing with girls is the only kind of wrong I have done and I am ashamed of it. I would never do something like that to Blake of all people."

He did have a point. We were best friends once and no matter what, he would directly fight with me rather than give someone else the pleasure of hurting me.

"I don't care. Why the hell did you call me now? If it's to plead guilty, let me just you I am not Mother Teresa, and you're not getting my forgiveness."

He sighed. "I know and I don't expect to. And I really didn't call you for that."

"Then I think it's clear we have nothing to talk about."

I was about to end the call when he shouted again. "WAIT!"

"WHAT?"

He remained silent and I wanted to end the call, but another part of me was curious as well. If he had taken the struggles of finding my number now to talk to me it must be for something important. Plus, he was nervous. I could have a little fun digging into it. After all he deserved it.

"Did you see the note that I left for you?"

I frowned. "What note?"

"The one that I had placed in your locker in college."

That's when I remembered it.

'She's in trouble. Get to her before something happens.'

"That was you?!"

"Uh, yes.. I."

"You think it's funny? Sending me a note like that when I didn't know where she was just so you could have a laugh behind my back."

"Uh, no... I was actually.."

"You were what?!"

"I was just trying to warn you."

"Oh, so now you're trying to threaten me again? I could have you behind the bars with the snap of my fingers." I can't. My father would rather prefer me in there to Kevin but he didn't need to know that.

"I AM NOT THREATENING YOU!"

"THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH?"

"I WOULD JUST TELL YOU IF YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME EVERY OTHER SECOND!"

"I don't need to listen to any of the shi-"

"SHUT UP!" He shouted and I didn't know why but I did just as he told me to.

"I know that you hate me, and I hate you as well. But I didn't call you to talk about you and I. I called you only because I care about Cath and I know something about who is after her but you're clearly not in the state of mind to listen and I am done putting up with your shit. So call me when you are actually in the state to listen."

"I won't."

"Oh trust me, you will." And then he hung up.

My finger lingered over the top of the number displayed on the screen. Could I even trust him? Cath's scared face flashed in my mind and I immediately knew what I had to do.

I hated that he was right, but I would hate myself even more if I was right. With that determination in mind, I pressed the call button.

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Unknown POV:

The clock struck 12 in the afternoon. A smile crept on my lips as I leant back on the rather comfortable sofa. It felt much more cozy now that the show was beginning to start. The golden telescope glistened in the sunlight as if calling me to look into it.

Baby, I can't say no when you look at me like that.

I would probably be imprisoned coffee for invasion of privacy for what I am about to do, but worrying about it would mean that I would also have to worry about being caught for stalking, threatening, blah blah. I couldn't waste time in the boring stuff when the fun was about to begin.

A peek into the little glass made me feel as if I had been transported right into the middle of the scene, or in this case, her room. I couldn't see much of it, but only the back of her head through the window and little of the space beside her just enough to witness what was about to happen.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Just then her head whipped in the direction where the door was supposed to be. A few seconds passed before a small food trolley came into view with a few things on top of it followed by the tender, ever smiling face of Mary.

I kind of missed her, and part of me felt bad for bringing her into this but I can't be responsible for collateral damage. To take down one evil, it might be almost impossible to not have a few lives scarred in the process.

Time seemed to slow down as Mary began to pick up the plate of food and placed it on her bedside table. And finally, she picked up the familiar brown paper package and handed it over to our dear protagonist. She peered at it before she began tearing the paper away.

Five...

She tore the last bit of the paper stuck over the book.

Four..

She flipped it to the back.

Three..

She opened the book.

Two...

She stood still.

One..

She fell down to the floor.

Mission accomplished.

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So.... what do you think of the turn of events?

Do you think Daniel's master plan to use Harry and reveal Brian's secret work?

Why do you think Kevin has called Michael? Do you trust him to help him?

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