Chance✔️

Chapter 14: Ashlyn

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What in the world is this? Where has Harold Loffy brought us to? I look down and at my feet, there is blood. I'm not the one bleeding though. There are 2 dead bodies, a knife, a gun and a rope. Hang on- this place was so hard to get to. How did Loffy know about this? And why didn't he say anything? Hmm. This requires some real detective skills. I really want to tell Lisha about this, but I'm not sure. One of us probably will end up telling her but I'm not sure if she should know, just yet. All 5 of us are absolutely startled; I try grab Kyron's hand but my body is in a state of utter shock and confusion. Myliey bravely asks if we can touch the 'props.' Myliey! These aren't props. These are real weapons and real dead bodies. It's relatively disturbing, quite honestly, but it's all part of being a detective, I suppose. Nevertheless, Loffy surprisingly allows Myliey to pick up the props, as long as she is extremely careful. He then walks out of the basement and goes up the steps, to talk to the police upstairs.

Myliey picks up the gun and comes to the realisation that it is indeed still loaded. The Koolsbelle Killers crime was committed by anonymous just over a week ago, yet there's still loaded weapons in the venue where the event took place. Huh?
"Um...I think the gun might be loaded," she tells us, everyone looking shocked and in severe discomfort. "What?" Brooke screams out, fearing for her life, "Myliey please don't shoot us!" Myliey giggles and expects everyone else to giggle too. No one else does.
"Brooke, how stupid do you think I am?" She jokingly points the gun to Brooke's face and she immediately ducks down and puts her hands over her head. Myliey puts her finger on the trigger and slowly, but also jokingly, steps forward. What on earth is she doing? There's 2 dead bodies in here, a loaded gun, a sharp knife and a rope with blood on it. We were supposed to be heading out of here...what is she doing with a loaded gun in her hand with her finger on the trigger? As she continue to step forward in the small room, I fear for my life. I fear for Brooke'S life.

Myliey starts to walk backwards, and it seems like she is going to put the gun down. Noticing that she's walking away, Brooke starts to gradually stand up and place her hands back down to her sides. Suddenly, Myliey 'trips' on a dead body, her finger still on the trigger, the gun still pointing at Brooke's head.

*BANG!*

Oh my god. I'm screaming. It's my first reaction. I have no words. I closed my eyes as soon as I heard the gunshot; has anyone been shot? Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god! I want to run out the room, but my eyes are clenched tight. I'm ducking down and scared for my life that Myliey could start to shoot the rest of us. Suddenly everyone starts screaming. All but one person. The injured person. Even Myliey is screaming. I still can't open my eyes; my chest is tight, my fists are latched shut. I feel panicky and I can't breathe. Someone starts tapping me, extremely rapidly, as if to say, 'ASHLYN, ASHLYN, LOOK!' and it's a familiar hand.

Brooke?

No. It can't be. I- whoever's just been shot, it's one of 3 people. Can't have been Myliey, and obviously it wasn't me. Or was it me? I can hear a girl screaming, other than Myliey, and other than myself. It's someone else. It's that familiar hand. I know who the hand belongs to. I'm sure of it. My eyes are still shut, but my sense of touch is everything to me right now. It's Brooke's hand? Brooke's scream? Wa- wait. I'm so confused! The gun was clearly pointed to Brooke's head. Myliey was going to kill Brooke. Maybe it was just jokingly, but someone's just been shot right now. And I'm a witness.

I feel a boy whiz past me and out of the dungeon, as I begin to cry. My eyes still can't open, but I'm scared. If Myliey still has that gun in her hand, she could be intending to kill us all. Oh no. The boy's presence didn't feel like Kyron's, though. I'm not sure who's it was, but it was definitely a boy's.

Wait.

Where's Kyron? I don't want to open my eyes, but I eventually grasp the courage for one of them to slowly peek open. Although this could leave me living with PTSD for the rest of my life, I need to look.