Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

T W E N T Y - F I V E

WARNING: HOMICIDE/SUICIDE

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Caroline's heart was racing against her chest as she hid in the attic, one that she didn't even know Larry had. It was hidden in the closet of Larry's room and it expanded at least a few good feet. She couldn't move, though. Given that the house was silent, any creak or wiggle would give away their spot at any moment. Larry was right next to her, cradling her head in his hands as he listened out for Laurent's footsteps. He was kicking in doors and breaking things but Larry wasn't even worried about any of that. Those things were replaceable; his life wasn't.

He remembered that he did have his phone on him and just to be safe, he turned off the ringer and the vibration. He didn't want to call the cops yet; it was too risky and Laurent's hearing was immaculate.

"Do you hear him?" Caroline said as lowly as she could, keeping her head in the same place.

"Yes," Larry replied. "Don't say anything. I don't want him to hear us."

Just then, the door to Larry's room was kicked open and Caroline involuntarily jumped, causing the floor to creak under her.

Shit.

"If you want me to be honest," Laurent spoke up, keeping his gun by his side as he searched his room. "I do not plan on letting you two leave this place alive. Body bags would suit you more, no?"

Caroline squeezed her eyes shut as she listened on. His voice was muffled because of the walls between them, but she heard him loud and clear enough.

"Might as well make it easier for yourself," he grinned, laughing maniacally. "I'm going to fucking kill you anyway!"

He fired five shots into Larry's mattress, figuring they were under the bed, but to no avail. That alone let Larry know how serious he was, and he wasn't sure if he could fight him off this time.

Wait... he had three bullets...

"Son of a bitch," Larry whispered to himself, realizing that Laurent had an extra clip on him. Unfortunately, Laurent heard him, and he stopped all movements, his crazed eyes averting directly to the closet.

"Maybe I'll just take a nap then," Laurent sighed slowly, stalking towards the brown door. "If you're in the closet, you will only be trapped, Larry. You're so obvious, it kills me. Or does it kill you?"

Laurent burst into a fit of laughter and he screamed as he kicked the door in, firing three more shots in the closet. It was pissing him off even more because they weren't there either. Now, he didn't know where else to look.

"Alright," Laurent huffed. "You win..."

His sentence trailed off when something caught his attention. A string tucked under the wood in an attempt to be hidden from him. Curiously, he pulled at it, and when the ceiling opened a little he realized that they were in an attic.

"A fucking attic!?" He laughed hysterically. "Why the fuck didn't I think of that, Larry?!"

He immediately started to bang on the square board, causing Caroline to cower into Larry more. They were on the opposite side of the door and it did have a lock, but with each punch, it loosened more and more.

Larry wasn't going out like this.

He shot up from his seat on the floor and he grabbed the first blunt object he saw, which was a hammer.

"Larry, no!"

"Come fucking kill me, Laurent!" Larry shouted back, undoing the lock on the door. "Fucking come!"