Target.

Bryce dashed down the street as rain hit his coat and shattered into a million pieces. People on the street tried dodging him but no success was made. The sky crackled an roared as it flashed once as if to warn the damned their time was up.

The blonde reached where his friend was staying and nearly let out a scream when he seen all the police cars and ambulances surrounding the outside. Ignoring the policemens warning, Bryce tore through the caution tape and stormed past the guards. His feet carried him down the hall until he reached where detective Smitty and Ryan were.

Smitty immediately took notice of Bryce and before the blonde could storm inside he grabbed the male and stopped him. Bryce let out a loud cry at what he seen. "Who let him in?!" Smitty yelled over him as he held the blonde who was slowly sinking to the floor as his body fell limp. Bryce screamed out again in disbelief.

Brock's body laid against the wall while the tv showed nothing but static along with the noise. Blood covered the wall behind him along with the words, "I warned you Bryce." Which only made the blonde cry harder than ever. His best friend was laying against the wall dead because of him.

Brock's eyes were missing and his jaw was hanging from his mouth as if it had been tore. Dry blood covered his body.

Ryan rounded the corner with bandages covering his eyebrow and a look of suprise when he looked to the blonde in Smitty's arm. "Bryce?! What're you doing here? Who let him back Smitty?" Ryan looked to his partner who shook his head. Bryce reached into his pockets and held his shaky hand out for Ryan who took it and played the voicemail he had pulled up. His face went sour as he listens. "My god.."

Ryan looked to Smitty and moved his hand causing the Canadian to let Bryce go and fall to the floor in front of the scene. He looked down upon the blonde who was sobbing and let a sigh pass his lips. The smell of death lingered here and caused him to shiver. "Bryce do you know what this means?"

The blonde never stopped crying.

"This means you're a target. Bryce we found this note on Brock's dresser.." Ryan knelt down to the blondes level and held it out. Bryce sniffed as his shaky hands grasped it and his blue eyes looked it over.

Bryce McQuaid,

Hello Bryce. Remeber me? I told you once to stay out of it and then I find out you've got something that belongs to me..tell me Bryce, do you want to die? God hates men like you. Liar liar pants on fire. How'd it feel? Snooping your nose aroound town for your friend Brian? Look what you've done. Caused death among those you love and care for dearly..sadly, you're next.
-N

Bryce dropped the letter as he sunk in his coat. His stomach twisted with disgust, fear, and disbelief. He felt dizzy. "Ryan I may or may not have something that belongs to this woman."

•Bryce's Home...

Bryce slammed a drawer shut as he held the journal that belonged to one of the most dangerous women in town. His blue eyes looking at the male in front of him as Ryan stood tall. His heart pounding out of his chest he held it out, "Take it. Don't bring it back to me..if that's what she wants then she can have it. I want nothing to do with it." His words were stern and clear but Ryan could see the fear he held behind those blue eyes.

"Of course." Ryan turned to leave but stopped at the door. "Oh and Bryce," he looked over his shoulder and continued, "Don't ever hit me with a pan again."

Before the blonde could respond Ryan walked out the door. The cool air of the room making him give a slight shiver and his hands travel to his arms. The smell of mint surrounded him as he looked to the candle on his dresser then his cat which slept on the bed. Bryce climbed in bed with it and cuddled it close to his chest.

Bryce closed his eyes but didn't sleep. Instead he daydreamed of nightmares. The images of his dead friend haunting the back of his mind.

"Bryce why didn't you help me?"

"Bryce..wake up.."

"Bryce please! Help me!"

"Why didn't you save me Bryce?!"

"It's that damn detective!"

"Bryce!" Bryce snapped his blue eyes open and was met with glassy ones. A gasp escaped his lips as he realized who had him by his shoulders. Brock. "Brock?!" His voice trembled with fear as he stared into his dead friends eyes. "You..You're dead!" Brock frowned as he looked away, glass eyes holding no emotion. "Bryce you need to wake up now."

Bryce shot up out of his bed and immediately let out a choked cough as he inhaled the smoke from the flames. He pulled himself off the floor as his blue eyes narrowed and looked around in hopes of finding an exit.

•Downtown Siren Alley..

Ryan's eyes widen as he stared at the body laying in front of him. It was Brian. Bryce's friend. Above it were the words, "Bryce is mine tonight." In blood.

Stone cold truth hit Ryan as he looked to his partner who was checking out the body. His heart dropped into his stomach and he whispered out, "Fucking hell." Ryan's hazel eyes locked with his parents. "It's a trap.."

Ryan wasn't sure what snapped into him but before Smitty could even react he had jumped in his car and stormed out. His heartbeat echoing in his ear as fear crept up into his throat and gnawed at his feet which pressed the gas to the floor. "Goddamn it come on!" His hand slammed the wheel in anger.

A/N---

You all know what I'm about to ask..
Who do you think it is guys?!