Romanticized Life ✰ Eddie Munson

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✰ Eddie's POV ✰

The Hermit mumbled something on the other side of the phone, but all the guys who surrounded Gareth, waiting for her response, couldn't hear her answer.

"Why? H, come on, what you did was a great deal!"

Whatever she said to that, it didn't sound pleased.

"They are chill, H, i promise."

Her answer was short, and the phone dial rang right away.

I'm assuming that was a 'no'.

"Uh... That didn't work out." Gareth winced in awkwardness, sending a wave of disappointed groans through the room. "She's not happy that you guys know about her taking part in Hellfire. Pissed, even. Might as well never show up too."

"That's a bunch of bull! Let's just forget about it and play." Lucas threw his hand, annoyed.

"No, we're not letting this slide. We owe her a lot, and the Dungeon Master always pays his debts!" I jump of the throne dramatically, sending one last glare towards the masterpiece Harley created.

Hellfire members step aside for me to approach Gareth. "You guys stay here and finish off the last details. Me, Gareth and Dustin will pay a visit for our princess in a tower." My hair swings as i turn back to Gareth. "Where'd you say she lives?"

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Oh, she's rich.

That was the first thing that slid through my mind when i saw a huge house in the woods. A single lane snaked from the main road into the trees. There was a way for a car to go through, but i never saw the Hermit driving one, so that's probably the reason why the path looks abandoned.

The house is surprisingly big, some of the walls completely covered in grape vines. Dark bricks, street lights... It was almost like Harley lived in one of the games they played during campaigns. Dustin kept spinning in place to try and see everything as we walked, while Gareth led us towards the front door. It was made out of dark wood with a stained glass window in the middle of it.

Gareth looks nervous to enter the dragon's cave, but he still knocks.

"He's acting like she'll have a shotgun in our faces the moment that door opens." Dustin whispers to me as i watch the door.

"She might actually." My glare slides at the kid, with a mischievous smile creeping across my face.

Dustin's not scared, it's always hard to scare him, the only exception would be when his character gets major damage.

No one answers the door.

In awaiting silence, i hear noise from behind the door.
Not just any noise.
Music.

Like someone plays a guitar.

No way.

Gareth sighs dramatically. "Now i know what's happenin'." Then he gestured for us to follow him, as he walked around the house to Harley's yard. It's huge, an oasis surrounded by pines.

Behind the glass terrace it's dark. Standing outside, i can feel low temperature sway all over me from inside the house.
This place feels like one of them haunted houses, filled with nerve wrecking silence... except it's not.
There's music.
Sounds like someone's playing an electric guitar inside.

"I never knew she played." Dustin follows Gareth suit to the entrance.
"You never knew nothing about her." Wavy haired boy shrugs a bit, and leads us inside.

It's a huge studio with easels, paintings, a piano in the corner (there's a grumpy looking cat resting on it), sound amplifiers and a drum set. Music's much louder here, and now i see who's playing.