𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎

| 3 | Gone | 3 |

Milo's POV

TW: gore?

The house was in flames.

I couldn't believe it, it was all burning to the ground. I felt the tears forming in my eyes. I walked up to a police officer and tapped their shoulder. My breathing was getting heavier from inhaling all the smoke and because I was balling my eyes out. My vision was getting more blurred by the second until I saw something running towards me.

Or someone.

The small figure of a child ran up to me. It looked sort of like T, except their face was melted. It looked like they were staring straight at me.

"Don't leave.. please?"

I started to sway, almost out of air.

"What?" The confusion evident in my voice.

"If you leave then.. %£#)&**£%##" It sounded like something was stopping me from hearing what it was saying. Like a filter. Something rotting my brain.

I was about to say something, then..

bang.

 An officer fell to the floor. Blood was pouring out. Everyone was looking around until-

bang bang.

Two more to the floor as if they were shot.

The banging didn't stop, people falling to the floor every time. I looked down to see the melted-looking child hugging my arm.

bang

It fell to the floor, but this time, It didn't pour out with blood. It exploded. I screamed.

A hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look up.

"Sir, are you alright?" A voice called.

It was the first officer who got shot, they were ok. My eyes were wide open, they stung and were dry.

"You've been day-dreaming for the past 10 minutes. We managed to get out the fire. May I ask, did you know these people from this house?"

I started looking around like a mad man.

"Uhm.. yeah, they were my friends, I guess." It almost came out as a whisper.

"You guess..?" The officer's face contorted into a confused one.

"Oh, well, they were the parents of my kid's friend. It was her birthday party." I was starting to get anxious, the thought of it being my fault because I left T by himself. He could be dead for all I know.

"That explains a small amount of things.. The fire from the candles must've started something off. May we take you to the station for some questioning?" 

"Sure, but is everyone ok? As in, everyone who was at the party." The guilt was starting to take over, I needed to know.

"We're just looking around now, I shall tell you once we have that information, good day." They left.

Flashbacks from the party came back to me. The purple-haired guy from my dreams who was at the party and the white-haired guy who has walked into the house while everyone was leaving.

I saw paramedics walk out the house with their masks on and their white strollers rolling across the half burnt garden. There were about 6 white strollers, I couldn't see who was on them but I heard a parent start screaming her lungs out.

I looked over to see them crying on the floor in front of a body, it was probably their child. I felt so bad but then remembered about T.

I rushed around the strollers looking at them all. He wasn't there. He wasn't on a single one.

All the other children who weren't harmed were with their parents. So where's mine?

Without thinking I ran, I ran into the house. I heard the people behind me try and call me back. I looked behind and saw some officers run after me.

I ended up in what I thought was the kitchen. My head was filling with thoughts or worries even.

What if T died?

What if it's my fault?

Will I ever see him again?

I was about to walk out when someone covered my mouth with a cloth. I struggled to not inhale the chemicals. My hand went to there arm and spun them over my head and onto the floor. They were wearing a black cape with a small bunny mask covering their eyes.

They landed with a thud. Then they started laughing, laughing and laughing..

"You really are a tough one!" They managed to speak throughout laughs. I'd heard that voice before. 

_Flashback_

"Dude, you knocked me into the balloons! My hair looks like Frankenstein now."

_End_

It was him. The guy who got knocked into balloons. The one who was last seen walking into the house.

It all made sense, they lit the house on fire.

They were the cause to everything.

They killed my son.

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Sorry for such a long wait on this chapter ^^

Thank you for reading!

Song: #BrooklynBloodPop! (Slowed + Reverbed + Bass Boosted)                            By: Syko

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