Hide And Seek ( Alex Goot Elle Fowler Sam Tsui )

Chapter 43

Alex and Elle trudged out of the room, relieved to be further away from the bodies. Elle could not believe what they had just seen. A dead child, around three years of age.

Deep cuts and slashes lined every part of exposed skin. Alex knew that the cut which had cost him his life was the slash by his neck. Must have sliced through some artery and all that. What kind of dick would have done that to an innocent child?

Alex felt sorrow deep down in his heart. This child would never be able to see a successful America.

It was almost as if the child had died while trying to hide from whoever it was who had murdered him, crouched in a closet, probably praying to never be found. The woman dead on the bed, whom appeared to be his mother, must have been startled awake, but killed before she even had time to run.

Alex briefly wondered what her last thought was. He wondered what he wanted his last thought to be.

Alex approached the fire place just outside the room, where he had noticed a few photo frames upon it. He picked one of them up, using the cloth from the nearby curtain to clean the red drops of blood away from it. Alex wanted to see what kind of a happy family this used to be.

He stared hard at the picture, a sense of recognition jolting through him. Alex could not believe what he was seeing.

" Ella? I think you need to see this," Alex called to her.

She was wondering around in the bathroom. It was the only room spared from the bloody mess. Alex saw her open the cupboard, finding a small black gun inside. Elle kept the gun and it's bullets in her bag.

She poked her head out seconds after, before running over to see what all the fuss was about. Elle gently took the picture frame from him, and held it up to her eyes. She glanced from boy, to older brother, to mother and father. Frowning, Elle glanced up at Alex.

" I know none of this people," she told Alex pointedly, getting ready to hand it back to him.

" Look closer," Alex demanded, shoving the photo frame back in her hands. Something in his eyes made Elle feel like it was something shocking which she had missed.

Elle emitted a small sigh of reluctance, before looking at the photograph again. Then, her eyes locked in on the older brother, who had his arm around his younger brother's shoulders, smiling wide. She squinted, confused.

Looking around, it made a little sense. It made it a whole lot scarier, but now with more logic.

" This is Finn's old home," Elle finally realised, looking around the tiny place.

The British would not randomly come and attack an innocent family. Finn was their spy, but had failed them. This was probably their way to punish him.

Finn had been a traitor to his own country, and perhaps it was due to the fact that he had not managed to give the British all the Assassins that had resulted in this massacre. Alex had already murdered Finn, so they could not do that, looking for the next option.

So they decided that they were going to punish his family for his mistake instead.

" Going by logic, there should still dead father should still be somewhere around, " Alex concluded. The family photographs showed a happy family of four.

He had not known that this would have happened when he had decided to kill Finn. Finn might have probably been black mailed by the British into telling out the Assassins' positions. Alex was the entire cause of this mess of blood. Well not entirely, but partially. Sort of an indirect reason.

Alex moved over to another room, now afraid to see what he may find. He felt a twinge of guilt for killing Finn. Where these people, waiting for Finn's arrival back, and when they heard the loud knocking on their door, open it and expected Finn? Or at least for his appearance at the dinner table?