𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓞𝔀𝓷 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 37

Greta stumbles through the darkness as fast as she can. Another passageway, but it's too pitch black for her to tell anything. "It has to be somewhere here." SCREAMS OF RAGE behind them: it's Brahms. She pulls out the flashlight and shines it down the passageway. Something SHIMMERS. Something metallic. Greta rushes towards it, a small door with two deadbolts.

She fumbles at them, panicked. At each second she would point the flashlight back down the hallway. Empty, but we can hear Brahms CHARGING towards her: "GRETA!!" She somehow undoes the first lock. The second. She turns the knob, pushes, and... It's still locked.

"Why won't it open?" Greta's heart was pacing at this point. She wanted to cry and scream. Everything. She shines the flashlight on the door. ANOTHER DEADBOLT at the bottom of the door. Greta unlocks it and opens the door as her lights shine back down the hall.

Stands there was Brahms. Not more than a few feet away. He has his mask moved higher to show his smile - showing a row of white teeth. Messy heavy bread as the corner of his lips made him more intimidating with his height.

Greta froze for a second. She stands there with the door open, the moonlight spilling in but she knows she can't outrun him. Holding her ground, she used the flashlight to aim at Brahms's face, which caused him to squint back. Using this chance, she darts out the door.

Brahms CHARGES, SCREAMING.

The nanny sprints through the yard and then slides to a stop in the overgrown shrubbery at the edge of the yard. She hides on her stomach - looking back at-- the passageway door where Brahms emerges. He didn't step out, looking at the ground that separated the house and grass as if it disgusted him. The same reaction Evelyn had towards his bedroom.

He calls for Greta, his voice unnaturally boyish again. A lost little boy calling for his mother and desperate: "Greta? Greta? Come back. Please come back. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Greta..." Brahms scans the yard when he can't see anyone. He then disappears back into the house. He knew Greta would come back, this is all part of the plan, he just needs to act as if a child who is misunderstood. Plus, the nanny wasn't the type to leave someone behind. Greta starts to get up when Brahms reappears this time holding a bloodied knife, "He's hurt. He needs your help..."

A silent minute.

This time, Brahms's anger overtook him when there was no reaction. "If you leave I'll kill him! I'll kill him just like the other one!" Brahms surveys the yard. Back to a childish voice as his brain reminded him of Evelyn. At this point, he is desperate for Greta to come back, "GRETA! GET BACK HERE! DON'T LEAVE ME! I'LL BE GOOD! I WILL!"

Greta, on her belly, backs up, deeper into the edge of the yard. She turns and crawls, faster and faster away from the house. Brahms: "DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" She emerges from the bushes to the main road. Long black pavement as far as the eye can see. No cars. Not even the hope of a car coming by. She looks back at the house. Dark. Silent. No sign of the carnage inside.

She begins to walk, down that long black road - away from the house. Away from Malcolm. She slows. Stops. "... no." she turns around. "... no." And starts to walk back to the house. As if convincing herself: "I'm not running away. I'm not leaving him..." She walks faster. Her bare feet padded quickly across the cold, moonlit pavement. Then faster, breaking into a run back to the house.

Greta reaches to Malcolm's truck parked outside the house. All the tires are flat, stabbed with a knife. Brahms wasn't taking any chances. She opens up the back of the truck. She searches for something. Finds it. A long screwdriver. She places it into the back of her pants and walks to the front door. A thick wood beam was placed on the hooks on the front of the door. Greta lifts the beam off, opens the door, and steps inside.

Dark. The remnants of the violence and chaos that just took place. An overturned chair. The railing on the stairs is splintered. Greta keeps walking, her feet padding softly in the silent house. She reaches inside the living room, where Cole's corpse lies just to the right of her. She sucks in a breath. Every atom in her body tells her to scream. To run. She keeps going to THE RECORD PLAYER, where she pulls out the song Evelyn played before and puts on a record. It's Brahms's favorite. At the same time, something MOVES IN THE WALLS.

Greta pauses but only for an instant then puts the needle down. Her eyes wandered around waiting for Brahms to appear but froze, on the end of the couch sat Evelyn. The girl smiled up to her: "Hi." Evelyn pats the empty space beside her, indicating for Greta to take a seat there. But the nanny knew better, instead, she took a seat closest to her. Eyes never leaving Evelyn the true mastermind.

Evelyn glanced at the clock on the wall a smile plastered on her face but Greta couldn't tell if it was genuine or manipulating. "You lasted two hours. That's a record... Congrats..." / "It's not over." Evelyn frowned at Greta's response. Her clear confusion in playing visibly, she wasn't able to ask when a new figure joined.

Brahms emerges silently from somewhere in the shadows. A hulking figure. He stands there in front of Greta and beside Evelyn, his chest heaving. The bloody knife shaking in his hand. Evelyn felt her eyes ticking watching how Greta's expression changed as she spoke to Brahms as if she wasn't there, "I didn't leave you, Brahms. I promised you I wouldn't."

Brahms doesn't say anything. Just stands there staring at her, his eyes as lifeless as a doll's. While Evelyn chewed on her bottom lips, angry at how Greta was playing her own game on Brahms yet, she found it amusing to stop her. Wanting to see how Brahms 'trusted' more. "Brahmsy-"

Greta quickly cut Evelyn from speaking. She needed Brahms to only hear her and no one else, "Brahms. It's time for bed. Now." A dead silence. Brahms's hand tightens around the knife. He walks toward Greta, one heavy step after the next, his eyes fixed on her. He walks right up to her, only inches away. Greta keeps her eyes fixed on his, looking straight up at him. One swipe with the knife, that's all it would take but she isn't backing down.

Evelyn watches this, her amused grin faltering. Greta looked like Mrs Heelshire. Her tone, her gaze, and how she stares straight into Brahms's eyes as if warning him to challenge back. Evelyn grinds her teeth against each other, this doesn't look good. "Brahms. End. This." Her voice dominated the scene but Greta and Brahms didn't break eye contact.

Brahms' hand tightens around the knife again and then... he drops it.

"BRAHSM!" Evelyn stood up straight. Greta watched as the most expression ever appeared on Evelyn's face. Anger. Disgusted. And furious. Brahms turns to Evelyn, looking guilty as Greta speaks, "Your mother would be disappointed. She shouldn't be here Brahms." Evelyn scoffs at that, her arms crossed as she glares at Brahms knowing Greta was telling him to kick her out.

"... No. Need Evie. She'll behave..." / "Excuse me!?" Brahms didn't wait a second as he walked past Greta to Evelyn. With quick shift movement, he picks Evelyn over her shoulder as she screams and punches his back. "Brahms! Put me down!" heading for the stairs.

Greta lets them pass, then follows. As she does she reaches back with her hand and feels the screwdriver stuck in the back of her pants...