Secrets are Best Kept Safe. A Virgil Afton Story. ~ON HOLD~

Chapter VII - William

"Hey, Henry..." William says, looking at his old friend and bussin partner. Virgil whispers something to the others and they all leave. "How, uh.. How have you been?"

All Henry does is stare at him, like he was debating whether he should be happy or mad to see William. "I've been good." He finally answers. "I'm glad to see the twins found you."

"Ye-yeah.. It's amazing to see them again."

"Must be nice to know your kids are alive." William bites his lip as he winces the smallest bit at that, knowing full well why he said that. "Wonder what that's like."

"Henry-"

"No. Let me talk. Please." William smiles for a split second at that. "Right now, I'm happy that the twins have their father back, but I'm not happy to see you. You killed my daughter, William. Along with other kids. Charlie was like your daughter as well. How could you kill her?"

Without really thinking William takes a step forwards, but stops himself from going farther. "I wanted my family back. And before you say it, I know those kids weren't going to bring them back. What I wanted was a family. I thought I could give them better lives."

"I didn't ask about them, Afton." Henry asserts. "I asked about Charlie."

"I snapped." William admits. "I never meant to, let alone wanted to, kill Charlie. After I realized what I did... there was really only one thing left to do to try and save her." Henry's face softens at this, getting what William was trying to tell him.

"Where is she?" He demands, walking up to William. "Where did you put my daughter?"

William looks at Henry, a foot between the two. He knows he should answer, but he couldn't really help but just look at him. His short dirty blonde hair, how he always kept it, combed but still slightly messy, his rimmed glass on the edge of his nose. Over his left eye was a huge scar like his head was bashed in right there, but it wasn't enough to blind him, his freckles had become harder to notice, but they were still there. And his eyes. They were the same marble color William remembers them being, but instead of being full of joy they were full of annoyance and impatience.

"Afton." William snaps out of his thoughts at the tone of Henry's voice. "Where. Is. Charlotte?"

"With the toys." He manges to get out without saying something stupid that would get him killed a fourth time. "I can bring you to her, if you want."

"Why would I want you to come with me?"

"Because you don't know which one she possesses."

"Then tell me."

"Besides, the others might attack you before you could even get to her."

"So the toys are also possessed." William nods, even though it wasn't really a question. "Seems like Michael was right about that. Why would they attack me and not you?"

"Reasons." William starts walking towards the front doors, but stops and looks at Henry over his shoulder. "Are you coming or not?"

Henry sighs before walking up to him. "If Charlie isn't here, I swear to god William-"

"Why would I lie to you?" He asks as they leave the Pizzeria and start walking towards the parking lot. "Just because I murdered kids doesn't mean I lie. Name one time I lied to you."

Henry was quiet, thinking about it, before answering. "Never." He turns suddenly, making William have to catch up to him. "The Toys are pretty far from here, it'll be better to drive there."

"Whatever you say." William says as they continue walking. "It is your daughter we're going to see." The two fall quiet after that, William following Henry to his car. Surprissening, Henry was okay with William sitting in shotgun.