It All Started With The Butterflies

Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Strength

"Guys, wake up." Lewis stripped the covers off the bed. I moaned and buried my head further into Caspian's bare chest.

"What the hell, man?" Caspian wrapped a hand around my shoulders. "It's 2 o' clock in the morning."

"3 actually," Lewis corrected him.

"Oh, forgive me for getting it wrong." I could hear the annoyance in Caspian's voice.

"You guys would want to see this." Lewis held his laptop screen towards us. I noticed that despite the early hour, he was fully dressed. His chestnut skin was as vibrant as usual, and his eyes were buzzing with excitement. I was beginning to wonder if he was an insomniac.

"Ouch," I exclaimed as the light from the computer hurt my eyes.

I closed my eyes and cowered into Caspian's side, letting him look at whatever Lewis wanted to show us; and depending on him to tell me everything later.

"We have to go to New York," Caspian stated, jerking me awake.

"But you were against it," I replied, trying to figure out if he was bipolar.

"But look at this." Caspian sat with Lewis's computer in his lap.

"Homeless Murdered Outside of NYU," I read out loud. "So, you think Janet killed them?" I covered my mouth to stifle a yawn.

"Probably," Caspian replied. "Like you said, we need to catch her in the act and News 24 is akin to the tracker."

"But it'll only tell us about the murders after they've been committed." I surprised myself by thinking on my toes so early in the morning.

"But we can narrow it down," Lewis suggested. "We can plant cameras at all the places with homeless people, and wait for Janet to show up. We know she's targeting Manhattan first."

"Do we have enough cameras?" Caspian asked Lewis,, his voice scratchy due to being woken up early.

Lewis scratched his chin. "Stakeout," he suggested. "It'll take longer, but we'll get there eventually."

I had no clue what Lewis meant by 'Stakeout', but Caspian seemed to think it was a good idea, so I went along with it.

"We can sort out the details later," Caspian yawned, causing his chest to raise, and carrying me with it.

"I thought you'd be more excited." Lewis's comment was directed at me, but I brushed it off. It was too early for talk about serial killers, not to mention the fact that I wasn't a morning person.

Caspian stroked my hair as soon as Lewis had exited. Even without looking at him I could tell something was wrong. I propped myself up on my elbows and trailed my finger across his eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think you should come," Caspian spoke. "If anything happened to you..."

"I'll be fine," I argued. "Plus, this is my fight," I added.

"But it shouldn't be." Caspian cupped my cheek. "It should be the police's fight."

I bit my lip. "They won't believe a couple of teenagers," I sighed.

"True," Caspian agreed. "But I still want you to stay."

"I can't." I wanted to be the one to avenge my brother's death. I needed to have the satisfaction of putting Janet exactly where she belonged. It was dangerous , but I was vengeful and that was what made me strong. That and my brother's everlasting love. It's true what they say: love gives you strength, but do does pain. If I hadn't been pained about Asher's death, I wouldn't have had the strength to go after his killer. Pain gave me the strength I needed to get this far, but Janet's pain would eat her up from the inside. Pain and love work hand in hand to make you strong. So if Janet had no love her pain would have the opposite effect, it would make her weak. 

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