Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-07 21:47:00 |
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Current mood: | enraged |
Someone Had Murder on Their Mind
Who: Skylar and Bretton, Open to medical personal and Damon's detective agency
Where: Saints & Sinners
When: Saturday Evening
Skylar had asked Lydia to watch over Bella while she ran out of the house. Bretton had called her from S&S, worried as hell and telling her to get over there, quick. She had no idea what was going on, but it sounded bad. Personally, she thought that something had happened to the club itself. Had it caught on fire or something? When she arrived, the club was fine. She ran inside the door. "What's going on?"
Bretton was waiting for her at the door, and quickly ushered her in. The entire club was closed down, and he looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Skylar... there's... there's been an attack. Ben... he's hurt. Really bad. Baily's in the back with him now. I called and left a message with Bronte, I'm sure she'll be here the second she gets it."
Confusion washed over her face. "What do you mean, Ben's hurt?" Ben being hurt was pretty much an anathema to her right now. Ben DIDN'T get hurt.
"Someone tried to kill him." Bretton growled, leading her to the back room, where Ben layed on the floor, unconscious. There was a bullet hole in his chest... and then roughly 15 silver spikes stabbing through various parts of his body.
Skylar just stared in shock for a moment. Ben, possibly the strongest person that she knew, way laying on the floor with fifteen spikes shoved into his body. "Who did this?" Her voice came out flat.
"We don't know. But I know we can't go to the cops with this. Luckily... I think I have an idea of who to go to. Meanwhile... we need to figure out what to do here. It's not like we can cart Ben to the hospital and tell them to take care of him... they wouldn't know what to do." Bretton was in a worse panic than almost anyone had ever seen him.
"I know who to call for a doctor," Skylar said to Bretton. Wesley's girlfriend was a doctor. He may or may not like her at the moment, but he was going to get his doctor girlfriend over here and help Ben, whether he liked it or not.
"Good. Then go. Me and Baily will take care of him until... until you can get whoever here." Or until he died, Bretton thought, although he wasn't about to say it to his brother's hopefully still-future wife.
She nodded and walked out of the room. She walked outside of the club and pulled out her cell phone, dialing Wesley's number. "Hello, Wesley? I...I need your help."