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NINE MONTHS LATER

Jason sat in his chair, just staring out into space. He recalled all that had happened in the past nine months; he had gotten married to the love of his life, went on the greatest honeymoon ever, and he was soon to have a son. Jason looked at the clock. 4 pm. He got up and drove to the hospital. He promised Monica he would come to visit her. He pulled up in front of the hospital, quickly adjusted his hair, and walked up the stairs. He walked through the halls and opened the door to Monica's room. She was on the bed, waking up slowly. "Hey," she whispered weakly to Jason. Jason smiled and walked over and kissed Monica's forehead and gently rubbed her belly. "How was the concert?" Monica asked. "Not the same without you," Jason whispered. He looked at Monica's belly and smiled, "How's Aaron been?" he asked. They had decided to name their baby Aaron; Jason's dad's middle name. Monica giggled, "He's just been thrashing around in there, like he was playing a drum solo," she joked. Jason smiled and put his head against her belly to listen. "Holy crap," Jason said, "He seriously is playing drums!" They both laughed, "Maybe he'll be a great musician like his dad," Monica said. Jason smiled, "I'd love him even if he wasn't." Monica kissed him gently, "You'll make a great father," she said, "Can you do me a favor? Can you refill my pitcher of water?" Jason nodded, "Be right back," he said. He walked out with the empty pitcher and walked to the water cooler down the hall. He refilled it and came back and gasped. Monica's bed was empty. He ran over and looked around. She wasn't anywhere. Jason looked at the bed, there was a note:

"Hey buddy. Didn't think I'd forget about you, did ya? Don't worry about Monica, she'll be having fun. Some sick bastards I know are into the whole pregnant thing. Better hurry over to the docks if you don't want to miss the party! Remember my rule? If you're late, then we throw everything out. Be there in 20 minutes.

-Tony"

Jason's heart raced. He ran out the hospital as fast as he could, got into his car, and sped off to the docks. He looked at his clock. 15 minutes left. He turned the corner and sped down the avenue. 10 minutes left. He rounded another corner, the road disappeared ahead of him; it was a sharp downhill turn. He could already sea the wharf. 7 minutes left. He went down the hill as fast as he could, dodging other cars. He came up to the docks, and saw one of the warehouse doors was half open. 2 minutes left. He ran out the car and walked into the warehouse. It was empty, but the back door to the docks was open. He ran out, checking his watch. 45 seconds left. He quickly ran down the docks and gasped. He saw Tony and two of his friends stand on the end of the pier. Tony's two friends had their pants down, and one of them just came on Monica's face. The other one pulled out of Monica's ass, walked up to her, and came on her face. "Jason!" Monica shouted. "Monica!" Jason shouted, running as fast as he could down the pier. 20 seconds left. Tony had a knife in his hand, and was walking over to Monica. 5 seconds left. Tony put the knife against Monica's pregnant belly. 2 seconds left. Jason pushed himself faster and faster, at last he leaped. The flight through the air seemed to take forever. 1 second left. Suddenly, a slice rang through the sky. Jason's eyes widened. That moment lasted forever in his eyes. The fetus of Aaron gushed out of Monica's stomach, along with the waterfalls of blood. Monica howled in pain and fell to her knees. Tears flowed from Monica and Jason's eyes. "NO!" shouted Jason. He grabbed Monica's hand, "Monica, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I love you!" he cried. "Jason," Monica whispered, life fading from her along with Aaron, "It's OK. I love you, too." Jason held Monica's blood-drenched hand tighter, knelt over and kissed her for one last time. He felt her lips go cold as she died. Her body went limp and fell to the ground. Jason wept uncontrollably. He looked up, Tony was standing over him, cleaning his knife. "Good to see you again, buddy," he said, "I ain't gonna kill you. I already did." With that, he motioned for his two friends. They ferociously grabbed Monica's limb body, Aaron still tied to her. They tied them both to rocks and threw them into the water. Jason looked over the edge. Tears flooded from his eyes as he watched Monica and Aaron sink to the bottom of the ocean. The police showed up right then, and caught Tony and his friends. An officer came up to Jason, "You all right, Mr. Creed?" he asked. Jason pointed at the ocean, "They threw them in there," he wept. "Who?" the officer asked. "Monica and the baby," Jason's answer was barely understood over all his crying. Two cops came over and helped Jason walk away. They gave him a sheet, put him into the passenger seat of his car, and drove him home. Jason didn't say a word. He just stared out the window, the blur of the city lights illuminating his dark memories. He saw nothing. The lights flashed in the background, but all he could see was Monica and Aaron, sinking into the ocean. He could only hear Monica's dying voice and see her eyes drain of life. He looked at the ring on his finger. He remembered the joyous day, but the laughter and the smiles drowned within his tears, making everything seem sadder. His heart felt empty and heavy, as though it were hallow and filled with his tears.