The Devil in the Form of Those That Follow: Lethiferous

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TW: Yelling

"...their yelling..."

Since they had been stuck in the dining room, the group had heard and seen a lot. They saw Carmen walking in all wet from being outside. She had snapped at Remington for making a joke, which made everyone laugh when she was gone. They had seen Nixon come down with a wine glass. He had looked at Klaus and said something along the lines of, "Beatrix is one piece of work," and then left. Worst of all, they heard Lance screaming from upstairs.

"Jesus Christ," Kai grumbled when the screaming stopped. It made him so uncomfortable that he had to cover his ears.

"What are they doing to him?" Elena quietly muttered to herself.

"I don't think we want to know," Kai said, cringing.

"This is disgusting," Aisha said, crossing her arms over her chest. "How mentally sick are these people?" She gave a disgusted look.

"I hope everyone is okay..." Ronnie said, putting his head down. Greg, who was beside him, put his hand on his shoulder.

"They will be fine," Greg said, trying to not make Ronnie worry.

"How do you know?" Ronnie asked, confused.

Greg looked down, "I just know man," He then looked back up to Ronnie, "We have to have hope." Ronnie nodded.

"What the hell do we do now?" West asked with aggression in his voice.

"Just sit here and look pretty," Kim said bluntly, while sinking down in her chair.

"No, we have to go get her," West said, standing up.

Kim grabbed his arm and forced him to sit back down, "If you attempt to 'save' her, you're going to make things worse. Just sit the hell down," West glared at her before yanking his arm out of hers and crossing his arms. Kim rolled her eyes and looked around seeing everyone was staring. "What?"

Kai grinned, "Such a bad bitch". Kim looked at him with a confused look until she realized which bad bitch he meant.

"Thank you, at least someone knows what's up," She glared at West, who rolled his eyes.

"You're too full of yourself," West bluntly said.

Kim smirked, "You're too salty."

Remington looked to his side where Klaus was sitting as everyone began picking up small conversations with each other. Remington turned his body and sat on his side and stared at Klaus. Klaus looked over and gave him a weird and confused look.

"What?" Klaus said, shifting his body to sit up straight.

"You got such a pre'y side profile Klausy," Remington propped up his head with his hand. Klaus visibly began to turn red and looked away.

"Shut up," he mumbled. Remington reached to his shoulder and made him look at him.

"I's true," Remington's tone was oddly serious. Something was off. Klaus picked up on it.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

Remington shook his head and let his hand fall into Klaus's, "Um... Jus' sca'ed..." Klaus got flustered at the touch, but then furrowed his eyebrows again.

"Scared of what?" He asked, concerned.

Remington grinned, "Ya wo'ied, Klausy?" Klaus rolled his eyes. "Anyways, it's jus'- Wot are vey gonna do wif us? Like ya heard Lance's screams... I's jus' scary to fink about, ya know?" He looked down at their hands as Klaus stared at him.