The Murder House

Nine - Someone You Never Truly Knew

        The sound of water dripping awoke Ellis, he wasn't sure why he was asleep on the sofa in a house he didn't recognise, last he knew he was sprawled out with Romeo behind him. He sat up to look for the sound of the dripping, he expected to see a half finished room but instead he saw a perfectly decorated living room splattered with blood. He pulled his hand up from the sofa he was sat on and it came away splattered with clotting blood, he wasn't affected by the sound or smell or texture of blood but he felt his stomach roll. He knew what was happening and that was what made him feel sick, the House finally gave in and is showing him exactly what happened because she has no other choice. Instead of seeing two bodies wrapped together in the doorway he saw a fake leg mangled in the blood stains that soaked the wood. He got up noticing he was wearing a ripped shirt and bike shorts, he ran down to the door dropping instantly when he saw the first room. Diesel was on his back his body mangled in a way it shouldn't be as if he was thrown down a hill. He had grass stains and purple bruises all over his pale, barely dressed body. Ellis stumbled forward grabbing his wrist, Diesel's head lolled to him his open eyes pleading for salvation. "Shit, shit, shit, this isn't what happened!" Ellis screamed feeling helpless. Diesel's other hand raised, broken fingers contorting to wrap around Ellis's wrist.

"Gan save the others, Dylan... Dylan,"

"Okay," Ellis put him in a more comfortable position. "I'll go, keep talking," as soon as he stepped out of the room all sound evaporated from that room and the door slammed behind him. Ellis rammed his shoulder against it but it didn't even creak, he turned to the room opposite it and saw nothing out of the ordinary. The room next was filled with small groans, Ellis kicked the door open his heart stopping when he saw Dylan laying on the floor. He knew they'd always had a bad knee after an old injury but now he could see their shattered kneecap poking out of the flesh. For a moment he was mesmerised hoping to commit such an injury to memory but then he was pounced on them trying to figure out what muscle on the floor went in what part of their leg. He picked up the hard yet squishy and slippery muscles and tried to stuff them back inside their leg. Like Diesel Dylan grabbed his arm stopping his movements.

"The witch did this, it's my fucking fault for giving in," they ground their teeth as a new wave of pain hit. "Fucking let me die! I deserve this for my sins, silence is more of a crime than the actual killing," those words chilled Ellis, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was seeing Dylan so vulnerable or in pain, maybe it was because he was beginning to believe he was watching their fates, or maybe it was because he knew he could be next. "Go, I'm a goner I promised Obi when he died I'd die too,"

"No, I need you," Ellis growled.

"Frank needs you more!" Dylan pushed him away so hard he fell out of the room. The door yet again slamming behind him, this time clipping his feet because he didn't move out of the way quick enough. The door opposite was open, he pushed it open staying on the threshold, all he could see inside was a coffin, on top of it and a sign that read Elton's full name. Ellis squinted to see what quote was written under it, he couldn't see so he pushed into the quiet, airless room. When he got close enough to see, a smile cracked on his face.

"Karma will come collect her debt."

One second he was smiling over Elton's choice of phrases and the next he was violently thrown out of the room, the third door yet again slamming behind him. He didn't know which room to go to next, he chose the one next to Elton's and pushed inside, he didn't expect anything overly violent so when he saw Franco. He knew Franco had his moments and looked older than his fifty three years, mainly after a hard day and a death, but he'd never seen him look so skeletal. His cheeks were hollow and his already grey tinged skin was a concrete grey, his beard was missing chunks and his hair was plastered to his face with cold sweat. Ellis looked down to see the remnants of vomit crusting his purple lips, if he had to guess it was either choking on his own vomit or he choked on his salvia. Ellis stepped forward hoping there was some semblance of life, instead he saw the pills scattered at Franco's outstretched hand, his feet crumpling a piece of paper. Ellis said a silent prayer then picked up the letter, he read it slowly the further he read the more his hands shook.