Dream for the Dead (Completed/Editing)

21 - *Halloween Special* (Part Two)

"There isn't going to be a party." Whilst I was panicking, Seth was as calm as he always was.
"I'm not sure I can convince Mum it's a bad idea." I whispered, but I was sure Kyle had still heard me. He was leaning against the doorframe, smiling at us.
"Stay away from Tabbi, by the way. Me and Elias don't like you being near her."
Kyle scoffed. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want."
"No. Don't you remember what happened just over a week ago?"
"I do. And look at me now." Kyle made a gesture to his body with both of his hands. "Fine as always. And handsome as shit."
"Literally." I whispered, and Seth laughed.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Kyle kicked himself off the doorframe and walked over to me, bending his knees so his face was level with mine.
"Well? Gonna repeat yourself?" He growled.
"I told you to stay away from her." Seth shoved Kyle. There was a moment where nothing happened, before Kyle quickly moved his upper body forwards towards me and growled, making both myself and Seth jump. Kyle left, laughing.
"You okay?" Seth asked when we couldn't hear the laughter anymore.
"Yeah." I smiled. "Fine. I'm just worried about what he's got planned now."
Seth nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be fun finding out why the party would be so fun for Kyle.

"He died 38 years old...I'd say he's basically a pedophile." I muttered to myself, as I sat in my bedroom, worrying about Kyle.
"What's that?" Kyle chuckled. He stood in my doorway, arms crossed.
"What do you want?" I practically spat the words at him, immediately regretting it as I saw a flash of anger in his eyes.
"Almost - remember, almost - raping you isn't the worst of my 'crimes'. We both know that." His face twisted in disgust. "Crimes. Tell me, sugar, if there were no government to supply us with rules, how could you decide what is right or wrong, what is a justice or an injustice? It would be based upon your own morals and values, which differ from person to person. We'd no longer be equal, we would each make our own rules based on our understanding of right and wrong. Your wrong may be somebody else's right. Without a leader to give us all identical rules and morals, there would be no true right or wrong. It would based purely upon opinion then; no longer 'fact'."
"Trying to fuck my head up with that little rant isn't going to work. What you said does make some sense, until you take into account the fact that a normal, properly functioning human brain wouldn't think murdering an innocent human being was justifiable. So, right and wrong are fact; government or no government." I crossed my arms. "Now, get out."
Kyle completely ignored my point. "No government and no law can dictate what I do now. Now that I'm dead. I'll show you my idea of right on Halloween night." He winked and flashed me a toothy grin. "Now, come with me. I have something to show you."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." I spoke quickly, fearing what it was he wanted to show me.
"Don't be so scared. I'm not gonna hurt you. If I wanted to, I'd have done it already. Your Mother left half an hour ago, right? We're a few miles away from the next person. Everyone here is on the other side of the building, and Seth isn't even here. I could've hurt you by now. Hell, I could've killed you by now and nobody would have known." He turned to leave. "Follow me."
What he said did make sense. I was still skeptical about whether or not he was going to hurt me, since he could have some tools set up somewhere, but I followed. If I screamed loud enough, Elias or Kimberly would probably come running.

We finally arrived at a door that had planks nailed all over it.
"Did you know there was a closed off part of the mansion?"
"The estate agent may have mentioned it." I narrowed my eyes at Kyle.
"Yeah. You read about Danielle and Peter, right?" He asked.
I nodded. "That was horrible." I paused and looked at the door. "I'm guessing they stay in here?"
"Yeah. Liz had this part of the mansion closed off before she moved in, because it was the part of the mansion most used by her uncle and his family. She tried to pretend her uncle hadn't gone completely insane. Anyway, now Danielle and Peter stay in there with the baby. She didn't die until he cut it out, you see. They're peaceful now and a relatively happy family, except Danielle secretly longs move on. The baby's called April. Tiny thing, being premature."
"So; why are we here?" I didn't understand at all.
"Peter doesn't want anything to do with the rest of us. He only wants his family. That means that we don't have his item - it wasn't put in the Meeting House because he was buried with it, it's a ring. Doctor Carver and I have been trying to convince him for years to take part, but he's happy. Freak. I thought that you - as the Saviour - might be able to convince him. It might be tough, though, even Danielle can't."
"I don't think I'll be able to get these planks off." I said.
"Yeah...I usually just walk through it if I want to see them, I forgot you can't." Kyle blushed. "There might be a crowbar or something in the basement, hang on." Kyle jogged away.

About ten minutes later, Kyle returned with a crowbar. "I was right!" He held it up in the air. It took Kyle about fifteen minutes to pry all of the planks off, but he managed it. "Voila!"
"Is that door locked?"
Kyle turned the doorknob and threw the door open. "Nope. Oh, right, you need to know something."
"What's that?" I groaned with dread.
"The floor isn't too safe, so hold my had. I'll walk you through safely." He saw the look on my face that read 'absolutely not you fucking creep'; and added, "you're the Saviour. We can't have you dying. At least, not yet."