𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 32

"Get out the back. Get help." Malcolm spoke at Greta but his position remained in front worried that if he turned Brahms would attack. "Listen to me. He isn't the Brahms you know. So is Evelyn. We need to get out of here."

"Now?" and to prove Malcolm's point right. Brahms spoke in his true voice, so deep and shallow. There's no child in there. Evelyn smiled at him, and a simple nod from her head got Brahms taking action. He takes a step towards them but Malcolm steps in between them. With a quick desperate look at Greta, he yells, "NOW!"

Greta snaps out of it as she runs for the kitchen. At the same time, Brahms lets out a horrible yell. Like a cry in a battle as he charges Malcolm. Malcolm puts his arms in defense as Brahms slams down on him with the bat. A weak man like him didn't last long with Brahms as Malcolm fell.

Just for a good measure, Brahms hits him again, and again with a sickening THUD. Knocking Malcolm out for now. Turning over his shoulder wanting to see Evelyn's reaction, his eyes simply squint in annoyance seeing her standing over Cole. Walking closer to her, but not halting her plans or idea to play with Cole.

While in Cole's point of view, this was the introduction to hell. A welcome you would see. Evelyn stands before him, bending her body slightly with her hands on her hips as she laughs at the sight of him. "I wonder if you should still be breathing this long." Brahms had a dead look on him, sneering deadly at with, his hands just ready to kill him any second, "Rats." This implies how unimportant and irrelevant Cole will be in this game.

Evelyn laughs, straightening herself as she positions her body to Brahms now. She got a glimpse of Malcolm lying on the floor with blood oozing out of his forehead, but thankfully still breathing. "I'll agree with you this once. He's all yours." With a brush of her hand, Evelyn walked away leaving a crazed excited Brahms with a terrified Cole.

"No..."

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Greta sprints through to the back door. Locked too. She tries it again, desperate, and scared but still, it won't budge. Fearful as tears are falling from her eyes. Her body froze for a second there, the orchestra music was no longer being played. This time it was music with lyrics to it. A song was being played.

A nursery rhyme: Hide and Seek

All Greta would do was cry, mumbling out pleads with the music as her hands have yet to refuse to let go of the door. Fists banging against it, yelling at the top of her lungs for help. THUD. Silence for a second, she knew she wasn't alone anymore.

Brahms stands at the other end of the kitchen. The cricket bat is in his hand. "Please... No..." Brahms walks towards her, each step horribly slow as if to put more tension into the nanny as she begs, "Don't... Please..." He walks to her, and without stopping, grabs her violently by the hair and drags her out of the kitchen, like a child dragging a doll to the living room for Evelyn.

In the living room, Evelyn hums along with the children's song. A musical note of the lyrics of the song is in her hand as her mouth mutters along with the words. But there is a time she purposely changes the meaning of the sentences. She looks up and sees Greta being slid on the floor behind Brahms.

"Brahmsy, we talked about this." Evelyn shook her head in disappointment, "You don't start seeking until the lyrics stop." Brahms watches as Greta screams in pain and terror as she continues to pull his nanny further into the room. "She broke a rule."

Evelyn simply replied with a hum, it was true. Greta did get a head start on running, "I forgot about that for a second," she giggles, being too caught up on Cole. If in any normal situation, she would have gotten Brahms to go out right kill the person. Luckily for her, Brahms knew how much more fun Greta would be for Evelyn if the nanny continued to play along.

Brahms with a dragging Greta by her hair past Cole. A knife was plunged into his chest. If Greta was in delusion or hope for something, now it was obvious where this was heading. The nanny struggles and tries to get away when—

SLAM!

Malcolm had been waking faster than expected. Playing quiet and taking the chance of a distracted Brahms and Evelyn. He slams a piece of the doll's shattered porcelain head into Brahms's leg. Brahms lets go of the instinct of the attack and falls down to one knee. Brahms lets out a SCREAM of agony and anger.

"Oh? That's unexpected." Evelyn chuckles, but her eyes darken in annoyance.

Malcolm staggers to his feet. "Upstairs!" Greta helps Malcolm quickly, getting a glimpse of Evelyn finally taking a step from her spot. They needed to move now. The pair stumbles up the stairs while Brahms and Greta watch them race from the room.

"Evie?" Brahms asked something just by calling out for her. He notices how Evelyn has been awfully silent as she lets the pair run away from her eyes. "You not supposed to get hurt this early Brahms." The man let out a flinch at her tone. Bowing his head down, disappointed at himself also.

Evelyn let out a breath, her eyes closed before a smile slowly crept its way around. "Oh well. I did make the rules," she nods her head. She calmly walks over to Cole, calmly pulls the knife out of his chest. "So I can break them too." And, with the bat on the floor. She picked that also. Gradually made her way to Brahms as she handed him those two items, "The hunts start... Now."

Taking the bat and knife. Brahms observes Evelyn for a second. Mixes his stance as if he wasn't stabbed in his leg at all, before he walks back to the grandfather clock passageway, closing it behind him. Leaving the room for Evelyn herself.

"It's more fun when the hiders are stubborn to survive." she laughs, walking away too. Who knows where for now?