"Who's that over there?"
The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both.
"Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I scrunched...
the song for this chapter is "House Of The Rising Sun," by The Animals :) I highly suggest you listen to it while reading for some added suspense!
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Harry
As soon as Finley rushed off to find Alex, I reentered the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind me and flicking the light back on.
I am not sure why I requested Alex of all people, but maybe it's because the person who usually helped me out in situations like this was...currently unavailable.
I ran my hands down my face and paced back and forth around the small space of the bathroom, muttering out a string of curses as I tried to wrap my brain around what was right in front of me.
And what was right in front of me...was Clarke.
Dead on the bathroom floor.
I had seen countless people dead before. I had been the cause of many of those people's deaths.
But usually, whether I knew them or not, I knew the reason for their death. And usually, Clarke was there to help me get the job done.
His eyes were still open, making the whole thing even more nauseating. All of the color was drained from his face, his back barely propped up against the wall, legs spread out, arms hanging by his sides.
There was a dead body in the bathroom, and there was a house full of people partying right outside the door.
Yes, we sometimes conducted this sort of business during the parties, but always in the basement, which was equipped with multiple locks and doors in order to get in there.
There were multiple cuts on his body, blood still slowly trickling out of them.
I was so out of it and caught off guard, I jumped when I heard a knock on the door.
I barely opened the door, peeking open and sighing in relief when I saw Alex.
"Where's Finley?" I muttered out.
"I told Tommy to stay with her and keep her away. Figured if you were asking for my help, it was something serious," he replied.
"Thank you, and, yeah, it is. Clarke...he's..." I trailed off, Alex's face instantly dropping.
"Let me in," he ordered, and I stepped aside just enough for him to wiggle inside, quickly shutting the door and locking it afterward.
"Oh my...what the fuck?" Alex breathed out, his face paling as he took in the sight of Clarke's lifeless body on the ground.
"I don't know...I tried to come in here with Finley, and...and he was dead. He couldn't have been here for long though, otherwise, someone else would have walked in and seen it," I rattled off, trying to connect the imaginary dots that I was grasping for.
"You don't think Leo ordered this...do you?" Alex tried, looking nauseous and turning his gaze away from Clarke and back to me.
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