The Charades of Carnage

CHAPTER FOUR

" It's awfully quiet in here.. " Bambi whispered as she walked behind Roosevelt, who then shushed her seconds later.

The group continued to walk lower and lower into the catacombs, Dalton in the front and being the source of light from the lantern he held. He was guiding them through.

" I knew there were secrets in this opera,, but I never knew about any of this.. " Macrabe said, but she was shushed.

" We cannot draw any unwanted attention...we will never know what is down here.. " Dalton whispered to the others.

" Only one way to find out! " Charon said, but he was shushed too. He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and continuing to walk with the others.

Ironically enough, Ms. Dúlon and Andre were down there,,, they now knew their hideout was discovered...but they had many traps prepared for an occasion like this.

" Do you hear that?? " Ms. Dúlon asked, looking at the staircase. " I do...you know what to do.. " Andre smirked, looking at Ms. Dúlon, who nodded, before walking off.

Back with the others, they were getting close to the bottom of the stairwell... however, their mission would be cut short due to Ms. Dúlon and her doing.

They finally got there, Charon exclaimed, "THAT TOOK WAY TOO FUCKING LONG, MAN! " Charon said to Dalton, but he wasn't shushed...they all suddenly looked ahead of them.

There was a small but big hallway, it had other small corridors attached. The stench of blood filled their senses.

Bambi gagged, covering her nose and bending down a bit to get away from the smell.

Everyone else had a similar reaction, but Dalton seemed unbothered. He knew what blood smelt like, and it was nothing new to him.

But the smell turned into rotting, which was something Dalton wasn't used to. He covered his nose as well.

" Ugh, it REEKS in here! What is that smell?! " Charon scoffed. " Probably YOU, because you stunk my room with weed and sin! " Bambi said. " It's not my fault I didn't have time to shower before this shit show! " He said back.

" Guys, quiet. " Alfred turned his attention to something else. His eyes widened. " Guys...? We're not alone.. " He pointed at the silhouette who was against the end of the corridor, it had its hand on some sort of lever.

" Isn't it nice to see some trespassers?? " The voice cooed. " Is that...? " Bambi recognized the voice immediately, her face went pale, she suddenly felt afraid.

" That little homewrecker.. " Roosevelt mumbled as she got in front of Bambi.

" I'm so sorry to say this, but you guys cannot continue playing your little games in OUR catacombs! You all will get in the way of our plans, and killing you all is just too hard! So, you can go back upstairs and act as if this never happened, or you can drop down below to the second floor! What will it be?? "

" We're not leaving until we figure these carnages out. " Dalton stood his ground, looking at the silhouette, he already knew who it was, but he didn't assume so quick.