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Chapter 4: The Longest Night

SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2012: 11:54 PM

I feel my mouth go dry, a feeling of complete dread. I am frozen, and I find myself unable to get up, to move, to go open the door and join everybody else. I don't know what to do. I already know what happened, just from what I can hear. But I don't want it to be true. So I just bury my face in my hands, and I sit there, on my bed, until I finally get up to go join everybody else.
Just as I exit into the hallway, I catch a glimpse of Lucah running down the stairwell. I quickly follow after her, and sure enough, I can hear the noise of other footsteps echoing as well, meaning the other LPers are also hurrying down the stairs. I hurry, catching up quickly with Lucah, and I can see the look of absolute fear on her face. It probably is exactly how my face looks right now. Neither of us says anything to each other; we only hurry further down the staircase. Eventually I pass her, and then I manage to catch up with the middle of the pack of LPers. I turn to Jake, who is running down beside me.

"Jake?"

Jake says nothing, just squeezes his eyes shut and then he speeds up.

On a normal day, I may have considered that rude.

But not today. In fact, I feel the same way. I feel that same dread, that same fear..
That same knowing that all is not well.

And we're right.

Because lying in the lobby, in pools of red, are two people.

One is the receptionist lady I remember gave me my keys on the first day.

The second is Tim.       

SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2012: 11:57 PM

My heart stops, everything seems to stop. The world seems to be standing completely still, as if it has actually managed to stop spinning for once.

For a complete moment, everyone beside me is silent.
A moment later, all hell breaks loose. Everybody either yells, screams, or just cries silently. Beside me, I feel Jon quickly run to Tim's side.

"TIM! TIM!!" Jon yells Tim's name over and over, tears streaming down his face. We all watch as he examines a bullet shaped wound on Tim's head, and then as Jon quickly begins to snap orders at us, his face contorted with pain, anguish, and everything else.

"GUYS!" His voice made everyone shut up at once, and he continued, "GUYS!  SOME-" His voice cracked, and for a moment, everyone was silent, except for the sound of teardrops plopping on the ground. "GUYS! SOMEONE… SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE! NOW!" Jon quickly looked back at Tim, desperation in his eyes. When no one moved, he yelled again, "COME ON! I SAID… I SAID AMBULANCE! I SAID…"

"But, Jon!" Josh cut in quickly, and then simply just said what we all already knew. "Tim... Tim is…" Josh looked at the ground, unable to continue. I watched in silence as Emile finished the sentence for him.

"Gone."

"No! No he isn't!" Jon seemed to be trying to convince himself as much as he was us; finally, he just gave up and simply just burst into tears. Everybody that hadn't began to cry yet broke loose here. We all just stood, and cried. Nobody moved, nobody made a sound beside the painful noise of a human being mourning.

This isn't right at all.

SEPTEMBER 2ND, 2012: 12:30 AM

At some point, one of us- not sure exactly who it was, managed to use the phone behind the front desk to call 911, and then an ambulance came by to pick up Tim and the receptionist lady, even though both of them were goners. Although all of us would've probably gone with Tim on the ambulance, there simply wasn't enough room, so only Emile and Jon went since they were the closest of all of us to Tim with all TRG recording and what not. We all simply watched from the lobby as the ambulance took Tim from us forever, and then we were all shooed away from the police, who had begun investigation on the crime scene.

Now, all of us with the exception of Emile and Jon, are sitting in the general LPer hang out hotel room, technically hanging out, but hardly, unless you count staring at the ground and weeping as so. Nobody spoke, there were just no words, no words to use. No words to describe what had just happened.

Eventually, the policemen came up to interview us individually, asking us what we saw, if we saw anything, the like. Finally, it was my turn to be interviewed, and I went over to the officer who was to interview me. He was some Asian guy who looked to be in his mid 40s.

"Hello, I am Lee Ikeda, with the Seattle Police." He showed me his badge, and put it away. "So, I understand you were one of the friends of Mr. Timothy Bishop."

I nodded, already knowing what was coming. Sure enough, he asked me all the questions I figured he would ask, but I found myself telling him about how Tim had gone back to look for something that he had dropped, that had been for me. Officer Ikeda frowned at this, and I wondered if he was going to say something scornful, but his face softened into one of pity.

"Ah, so that would explain this."

I watched numbly as he revealed from his pocket an undeniably awesome badge, which was of 8-bit Link, the way he looked in the olden games like Zelda II: The Adventure of Link . I picked it up, and then Officer Ikeda let me loose, thanking me for cooperating. I nodded to him, not really listening to him, feeling as if I was hearing a voice coming from outside a doorway, and then walked out of the room, feeling numb.

It wasn't until I got out of the room that I broke down again, clutching the badge to my chest as if it was the most precious thing in the world to me.

In a way, it was. It was going to be one of the only reminders I had of Tim with me, for the rest of my life.

I was never going to see Tim again, never going to be able to hear that goofy chuckle of his. Ever.

"Why?" I said aloud to no one in particular, suddenly realizing just how dry my throat was. But it didn't matter.

"Why? Why did it happ…" I stopped, and just sobbed. Tyler, who must have been up next for interviews, came up to me, and then helped lead me back to the Hang Out room before he left again. I made it to one of the armchairs before I went back to sobbing, joining the others who were in there. Emile and Jon must've returned, because I caught a glimpse of them sitting on the couch next to Josh, eyes red from crying. I didn't need to hear what had happened, I already knew from the very moment I first laid eyes on my dear friend.

This was the longest night of my life. It was undeniably the same for everyone else.
I originally uploaded this like a month ago and took it down quickly after, thinking it was too dark. But now I'm all like "Fuck it", people should be able to deal with some death. It happens all the time in real life. Besides, spoiler alert, this isn't the last you'll see of Tim. And no I don't mean ghosts since ghosts are overrated. Same goes with zombies and spirits.
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Anime-Gamer-Girl Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Shit son, you need to upload more often on this story. SHIT GETTING INTERESTING.
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PuellaMagiKazumi Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Chapter 5 is in the works atm, so yeah :DD
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Anime-Gamer-Girl Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Sweeeet.
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RichalvarezRox Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012
Oh man shit just got real!!!
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PuellaMagiKazumi Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
^That exactly.
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RichalvarezRox Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012
That wuz fast...
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PuellaMagiKazumi Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
It was, eh.
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RichalvarezRox Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012
Yup..
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PuellaMagiKazumi Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
:iconawkwardsilenceplz:
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RichalvarezRox Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!
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