Repent

seventeen

CHAPTER 17

Court. The place where in just a couple of weeks, or months, Harry is going to make his home for the past months of court. He had the amount of information that we had about the court, he still had the conversation that I had with him about court not being a title to joke about. He had every detail, every pattern of what would happen when he made his home in between his lawyers, his supporters.

Though, he had less supporters than he had of an enemy. They all hated him, needed him to be sent to jail or to die. The loss of their family members always lingered on their mind, they hated, completely hated the idea of their family members dying and the reason to their family members dying is still alive, freely roaming the streets of the city, or, was bout to be freely roaming the streets of the city. None of them want to know the fact, the information. She, Anne, was arriving today in just a couple of minutes, the flashbacks of her curiosity, while her eyes trailed down my body confused me.

For one of our visitors today that had joined the interrogator's meeting is Sasha Johnson, attempting the idea of a suicide mission in just some days to go. The cops had found her roaming the store of ropes, curiously searching through the long ones. They asked her for information of what exactly she was doing, her only answer being "having fun," with a grin to her features. She made sure to give off the effect of a creepy attention, cocking her head to the side of the right direction, marking her character as a mad woman. It was safe to say that I kept my distance from her when she arrived to the building, always an unknown hint to her character. Her questioning character still made me curious, but for the sake of my safety, I made sure to back off, surprisingly.

In another reason was Jack Asphalt, one of the most dangerous male in the building that lingered behind the dark corners of the building. Replying that the darkness was where he belonged, where his mission had started. The gingered coloured, ocean coloured, and cherry flavoured look on his hair, eyes and lips made me even more frightened by him. As someone passes by, he would always linger his eyes on you, hunt you down with his orbs, always smiling coyly for the sake of his act. Though, his actions weren't an act, it was real. His features was meant to be in the darkness, it was meant to be hidden because of the threatening motion that he held.

Finally, there was Cole Ransom. The undeniable, crazy, psychotic, but incredibly handsome man that sadly belonged in this building for as long s it took to get the answer out of him. His case being to snatch females off the street. Then, withholding them in his apartment, using them for whatever idea that had carelessly popped up in his head, or selling them for money to his friends. The issue had quickly encouraged people all around the city, telling them that it was the right thing to do. And over some months, the situation had become worse, more and more people, murderers making their home into our building. His short coffee-coloured hair gave off the effect of the innocence hidden behind him, sea shaded eyeball staring down at ones like a maniac, and almost colossal height towering over one. He was demented, deranged and unhinged.

Different nights had included different worries, like a maniac man entering the building and capturing you as easy as you could think. The idea of that happening sent shiver down my spine, goosebumps established against my flesh, threatening to increase.

Last but not least, was Harry Styles. He held a certain character of uncertainty. He didn't want to release his character onto the world of the building just like Sasha, Cole or Jack. The three of them didn't care to know if every one knew who they were. They wanted every one to know who they were, they needed every on too. That is what they were aiming for the rest of the while that they thought about proceeding with their actions. The one who threatened to kill herself, the man who thought that shadows were his best mates, and the male that decided to break the lives of female.