Concussion Again

Am I seriously a magnet for these now since I started my adventure?

Been out cold since Tuesday night, finally came back to consciousness a few hours ago. Donnie and I headed back to Jersey a few hours after I received Brittany's message. Been wearing the hoodie she bought me since then. I refuse to take it off except for when I need to shower or something. We crossed the border into New Jersey just after 1pm on Tuesday. We only made stops when we switched drivers, got gas, food, or had to hit the rest stop. At around 3pm, we were only about an hour away from where we needed to go when I noticed a black van directly behind us, gaining speed.

Immediately, I told Donnie to floor it. I knew who it was behind us. Donnie refused to go any faster, though. "If we get pulled over by any cops, and they see me... well, remember, I'm supposed to be dead. Things will get suspicious, especially since I'm with you." So he just kept up the speed we were going. I admit, I was a little nervous with the way he was reacting to this. We continued heading north on the NJ Turnpike, and as we got near the Newark Airport (maybe a half hour away from where we were heading) when all of a sudden, the van rear-ended us. We started spinning out of control, until Donnie finally managed to regain control of the wheel and pulled us off to the shoulder.

The van pulled up right behind us, and there they were: Lobo and Fitzsimmons. At least this time, I wasn't outnumbered. I had Donnie by my side, and I wasn't going down without a fight. Both of them walked towards us, and Donnie and I just stood our ground.

Suddenly, I felt something heavy connect with the back of my head. As I fell to the ground, I noticed Donnie holding a baseball bat. At the same time, before I lost consciousness, I stared up at Lobo and Fitzsimmons. Fitzsimmons had a look of shock on his face, and as he fell to the ground, I saw Lobo holding a bloody knife in his hand, with a smile on his face.

When I came to earlier, I found myself in a familiar room. I got up out of the bed and walked into the hallways, and I immediately recognized the place. A place I hadn't been to in 10 years.

It was my old house. The house that my parents raised me and my two sisters in. This is exactly where I thought The Count was referring to when he said to "return home." I walked down the stairs, reminiscing about the memories this place held, and I saw three people sitting in the living room: Donnie, Lobo, and a third man I had seen only one time.

The Count.

Before I could say anything, Donnie told me that there was food waiting for me in the kitchen, and after I ate and regained some more strength, they would sit me down and explain everything. I just finished eating, and I told them I needed to update on here so people knew I was ok. Now I'm about to find out what all of this travelling around was really for.

Lucien Drage
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