"You here with anyone?"

     Do I lie? Technically I am here with someone, but I can’t stand her so does it count. "Well, no…not exactly." She grimaced at what she knew could possibly come next.

     "Wanna dance?"

     A scream from the bathroom saved her from having to answer, she smiled apologetically as she ran towards the door, trying to shove it open and finding it barred from the other side. Is it locked? Another scream echoed from within the closed room. Can nobody else hear that? She scanned the club, finding that everyone was still engaged, not noticing anything was amiss. Sighing she pushed her way through the throng of people, shoving her way towards the bar, flagging down its tender. "Key." The bartender stared at her as though she were speaking a foreign language. "Key, I need the key to the bathroom!"

     "Oh, honey," he waved her away. "You don’t need a key to get inside; it doesn’t lock."

     Alarm bells began clanging inside her head, and she could feel her heart start a panicky rhythm within her chest. It’s probably nothing…where the hell is Davies? "Ashley!" She screamed the name, ignoring the annoyed looks being thrown her way by the bar’s patrons. "Davies, Ashley Davies!" She saw the brunette spin around on the bar stool, and she raced towards her. "Something’s wrong, I can’t get into the bathroom."

     "How’s that my problem?" She motioned to a red-headed woman to her left. "Can’t you see I’m busy talking?"

     "You’re not listening to me! The bathroom isn’t supposed to be locked, and I can’t get the door open, something’s wrong!"

     "Look around, you’re in a club, or a bar, whatever the hell this place is…my point is that people make connections. Someone’s probably just in there having a good time. Now leave me alone, you’re messing me up here." She turned her attention back to the red-head, effectively dismissing Spencer.

     Spencer’s jaw tightened and she made her way back to the bathroom, banging on the door, waiting and receiving no answer. She backed up a step, slamming her shoulder against the steel door, wincing at the pain that rang through her arm. Shit…she took a deep breath, shaking the throbbing pain from her body, and charged the door once again, nearly falling to her face when it flew open easily. The floor was slick, making it hard to keep her footing. A gasping noise brought her attention downward, and she felt the blood in her body pool to her feet. Oh my God…she ran to the woman, dropping down beside her, forcing the bile that tried to work its way up her throat back down. "I’m gonna get you help okay?" The woman reached out grabbing onto Spencer’s arm in a grip that should have been impossible. She tried and failed to hold back tears. She’s not gonna make it…"I’ve gotta call the police, okay?" I’m the fucking police! I should be able to do something! She knew though, she knew there was nothing she could do to save her, her throat was cut so savagely Spencer was suprised the woman was still alive. What do I do? She locked eyes with the woman, feeling a heaviness settle into the pit of her stomach as she stared into the lifeless green orbs. Spencer pried the woman’s hand from her arm, standing on shaky feet, walking trance-like from the bathroom. "Someone call 911." Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper, causing her to grow angry when no one paid her any heed. "Someone call the fucking police!" She raised her voice this time, screaming over the music.

     Ashley came racing through the crowd, "What the hell are you–" she trailed off, her face paling as she took in her bloodsoaked partner. "W-what happened?"

     "We might have been able to save her, if you had come! If you just came when I told you something was wrong!"

     "I didn’t know…"

     "It’s not that you didn’t know." Her voice grew cold as ice. "You just didn’t care." She didn’t want to hear anymore, turning her back to Ashley, re-entering the bathroom something caught her attention.

SHE SCREAMED SHE BEGGED                                                                                                                        

YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD HER PLEAD

DOWN, DOWN ON BENDED KNEE

CUT HER THROAT LOOK AT HER RED SMILE

HURRY CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

I’LL NEVER STOP

TIL ALL THE FAGS ARE DEAD

~RS

     Spencer felt her eyes tear up as she finished reading the sadistic scrawl, ran to a stall, and retched.