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WALKING IN DARKNESS

PART FOUR

by

BlackFury



33 year old artist Cameron Matthews was in her studio working on a commissioned piece when she suddenly stopped. There were images in her mind that would not go away. It was as if....as if they were demanding to be seen, to be expressed. She had never experienced anything like this before but, those images just would not go away. She laid down the brush she had been using and walked over to a blank canvas, picked up a clean brush, dipped it into the paint pot and began working, not stopping until two hours had passed.



She stepped back to look and gasped. She was known mainly for her portraits and landscapes but this, this was a scene straight out of hell itself. Dead children, blood everywhere and, in the middle of this carnage was a young man, about the same age as she was, lying on the floor in a fetal position. He had dark, sandy hair and hazel eyes that just stared into nothingness.



She looked carefully at the face and nodded, "I know that face from somewhere, I've seen him before but, where?" About then, the evening news came on the television and the report about Peter was aired. She stared at the photograph on the screen and looked back at the painting she had just finished. There had been no reports about the carnage in her painting. "Then," she wondered to herself, "How did I know about this?"



Just then, her best friend and roommate walked in. Jody Powell looked at the canvas and then stared at Cammy, as her friends called her. "How did you know?" "Know what, Jody?" "How did you know about Peter's last case? How did you know the layout of the crime scene?" Cameron's grey-green eyes were frightened. "I don't know, Jody. I was working on that piece over there," she pointed to a half finished portrait, "When I just had to do this. I did it in two hours without stopping."



Jody stared at the painting for a long time. "Cammy, I think it's time you met Peter's father and we're taking that painting with us. It just might help Caine in reaching Peter. He's been home with his father for three days now and Peter is still catatonic." The frightened woman nodded, placed the now dry canvas in a folio container and changed out of her working clothes into sneakers, jeans, a turtleneck and a jacket. Jody picked up the folio and the two got into Jody's car and drove to the main part of Chinatown. Soon, they pulled into a side street next to a warehouse. Jody got out and her friend followed her.



They walked into the meditation room where Caine was seated looking at Peter, who still stared into nothingness. he didn't even recognize Jody, his partner. Jody spoke, "Master Caine, I brought someone you need to meet, she's my best friend and roommate and she's an artist. She just painted something you need to see." Caine opened his eyes and looked. He slowly rose to his feet and Cameron stepped forward. "Master Caine? My name is...."



Caine started at her. "Laura?" He said



End Part Four