Random Writing

1. The House

A oneshot about a Mandela Catalogue AU that my friend and I have. If there's any spelling mistakes I am so sorry, I wrote this at 4 am.
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"Alright, we're here."

I let myself stare at the building that stood before the two of us. It was a rather standard house, looming over us as the moonlight dimly illuminated it. I casted a brief glance towards the officer who stood beside me. He seemed reluctant to re-enter the house, but I couldn't blame him. Not after what he'd stumbled upon.

"Alright, Lieutenant, I'll follow you in."

"Why can't you refer to me as Thatcher like everyone else does?"

"Because I don't like you, now hurry up."

Thatcher rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh before moving towards the front door. I followed after him, taking in the building. It looked like it hadn't been lived in for some time; which it hadn't, given that the last people who'd been here had ended up dead. I grew curious as to why Thatcher was coming back here anyways, though I kept my mouth shut as we entered the house.

The main room was eerily empty. The stairway that led to the second floor had an ominous feel to it. It was nigh impossible to disregard the apparent dried bloodstains littered all over the ground, a trail leading up- or down?- the aforementioned stairs.

"I haven't been here in a long time."

Thatcher turned his head when I spoke, regarding me with a suspicious stare.

"You've been here before, Cesar?"

"Of course. I was here right before you were, but you never encountered me."

The lieutenant seemed hesitant. He must not have expected me to state that I'd been here before. And just before he himself, no less. The hesitation turned to suspicion rather quickly, and he motioned towards the stairs.

"Sit. You have some explaining to do."

"Do I have to talk about what I saw here?"

"Yes, actually. Now sit."

Heaving a sigh, I moved towards the stairs. Instead of sitting down, I simply leaned against the railing.

"Well, I know that it was Adam's parents who used to live here. And I also know that they're both dead. I'm honestly glad Adam wasn't here when everything happened, he would've ended up dead too if he had been here. Anyways, it was me who killed Jude and Lynn."

Thatcher seemed taken aback by my words, especially since I hadn't even hesitated slightly.

"But you said I never encountered you, I was absolutely certain that the alternate I did encounter was-"

"-The one that killed those two plus the cops that arrived. Well, you were wrong. The alternate you encountered was simply drawn to all the death. Lynn died first, then Jude, and then those officers."

"Ruth was never found, did you kill her too?"

"That's for me to know and for you to figure out, Lieutenant."

Thatcher regarded me with an "I'm sick of you" kind of stare. I only chuckled at his irritation.

"Do you have to be a pain in the ass?"