Music Box 2

Chapter 5

The next morning, I wake up. Aston is still in his bed. He probably went to sleep late. I get up and silently put on my clothes to not wake Aston.

I unlock the door and walk inside the building. It's empty. It seems like no one is awake yet. I can't help but think about the time I was alone in the building. It was also around this time that I would make breakfast for the serial killers.

The feeling of being watched again surrounds me. I decide to wait until Lucas arrives so we can find the other killers.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps close by. "Monica?" I ask. But there isn't a reply. "H-hener?"

No reply.

"Almost right." I freeze at the voice.

Six... I turn around. I see his skin burned. His hair wasn't once what it was. However, his mean grin is nailed to his skull. The sight is disgusting. "Look at me, little lamb. You made me like this, face the consequences." I refuse to look at him. But his burned, rough hand grabs my chin to look st him in the eye.

My eyes flash open, and I sit up. Sweating and breathing fastly. I look around, Aston is gone. I jump up and put on my clothes. I take a nearby broken pipe. I unlock the door and go outside his room.

"You know, Hener. You really aren't that bad!" I hear a distant voice say. "Thank you. I just hope [name] could see it the same way, "Hener replies. "Oh, don't worry, she will," answers the distant voice, which I suspect is Monica.
I hold the pipe tighter, closer to me. I stand behind the wall, not moving, just listening at the two.

Why does Monica trust him?
Strange woman...

I lean my head against the wall. I take a deep breath and get to the kitchen. "Good morning, [name]. Want some bread?" She asks.

"Monica, can you leave us alone for a second?" I say. Monica gives both us a short glance before she smiles. "Sure."
Monica leaves us alone, shutting the door behind her.

Hener glances for a second at the pipe. He frowns, not really sure what to think he just holds his cup tighter. "What happened to six?"
My voice sounds colder than I actually wanted it to. "[Name]... I don't think you want to know, "he says.

My hands sweat as I grip the pipe tighter. "What happened after the bomb, I'll ask in only once," I say.
"Are you threatening me?" Hener says. "No... don't pay attention to the pipe. I am not going to slap you with it... I think. Anyway, you told Monica. Now it's time you tell it to me, "I say.

Hener stands up. He's immediately taller than me. He walks up to me, very close, and looks down upon me. "You're scared of him."
"I'm not." Hener smirks. "You never were a good liar. He opens his arms, but I step back. Rejecting the upcoming hug.

"Please don't."
I can see the offended look in his eyes. Suddenly, Aston comes in with Lucas and Monica. But I don't hold my eyes off Hener, and he doesn't with me. It's like a staring contest without speaking the words. I tighten my grip on the pipe. "[Name]. Put down the pipe, "says Hener sternly yet very seriously. His voice makes gives me a shiver down my spine.

When I don't do what he says, he makes a quick move to take the pipe but Lucas already puts a gun his way. Hener growls and glares at the cop.

"There is no need for that", chuckles Monica embarrassed. "Like I already said, you can't kill me."
"No, but I can shoot a bullet through your skull," replies Lucas very seriously. "Enough." Aston grabs the pipe from me.

I sigh in defeat and back away from Hener. Lucas also puts away his gun. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me", I apologize.

"[Name], we need to talk", says Monica. I expect her to give a sign to follow but instead, Aston lays his hand on my shoulder.

Hener glares at him and his hand.

I and Aston walk to another room. "What the hell was that?" He asks, confused. "Nothing. I don't think you would understand, to be honest, "I say. "Try me," he says.

"Nathaniel is going to get revenge on me, and I'm not just going to stand here waiting till he comes. If someone knows something yet, it's Hener. Come on, Aston! Don't you think it's weird?"
I walk away to the window. "Hener wants to get himself in prison, but because they are enemies, he want to take them with him. But when you ask for information, he doesn't respond to it. Dont you find this all strange? He's hiding something, and I'm desperate to know what, "I say.

"If you say it like that... it's pretty weird yeah", admits the moody teenager. "Are you going to help me?" I ask. "With what?"
"Finding out what he and the others killers are hiding." Aston seems to hesitate for a second but nods his head. "Alright then."
"Promise?"
"Fine, I promise."

"Alright. Let's start with those documents you were talking about yesterday, "I say with a sly grin on my face. Aston expression drops.

"You tricked me."

"Promise is promise. Come on, where are those documents?" I say enthousiastic.
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I take a look at the documents. "This is the diary of Nathaniel," says Aston and hands it to me.

I open in it and read little parts. Almost everything is obsessive thoughts about me. Aston looks over my shoulder to the dairy. I close it immediately. "I already read it," he replies on my reaction. "You did?"
"Yes, I did. Little lamb, "he teases. "Shut up," I chuckle, and I give him a soft, playful punch.

Suddenly, the feeling of being watched surrounds me. I look around, but no one is here, but Aston. I glance at Aton, and he also stops doing what he's doing. "You feel this too?" I ask. Aston doesn't answer.

"We should go."