Delving too deep

Chapter 3

When I finally decided I couldn't find anything more about the orphanage, I walked back into the lounge room where Valkyrie resided. She was sitting quietly on her phone, intent at whatever she was reading.
I coughed, amused as she gasped, jumping slightly and dropping her phone. "Skul!" She whirled on me. "You shouldn't scare people like that!" She hissed, picking up her phone and checking for cracks. Satisfied, she put it on the side table and stood up, stretching and looking towards me. "Find anything?" She murmured, walking up stairs. I shrugged, knowing she wouldn't be able to see, then spoke up. "Not really. A few little articles, nothing interesting." I sighed, flicking a small piece of lint off of my suit.
She mumbled a reply, coming back down the stairs already in her black gear. "No shower?" I smirked, as she poked her tongue at me.
I'm just glad she's herself again.

VPOV
I found out that the little girl had murdered her parents in 2000, when she was five, which meant she was born the same year as me.
1995.
She was then placed back into the orphanage, which still had yet to be named, and made no sense.
Why not get her help?
The orphanage just have done something to her if she killed her adoptive parents.
The ride to the sanctuary in the Bentley was silent, a comfortable silence.
And when we finally pulled up at the sanctuary, Skulduggery turned to me. "Were you researching this morning?" He asked, turns off the Bentley but remaining seated. I blushed at being caught out. "Maybe." I murmured, looking down. "I thought you hated researching, you always made that clear when we had to." He mused, sliding out of the Bentley. I sighed, hopping out and making my way over to him.
"Yeah, I do. But there was this girl-"
"You mean the girl who killed her adoptive parents."
"Yes, and I found her really interesting and it turns out she-
"Is your age, yes, I know."
He stopped walking as I glared at him. "Your so frustrating" I growled, walking away as he shrugged and followed suit.

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The car ride to the orphanage was filled with quiet conversation. Skulduggery as in the back, murmuring something to Dexter and Saracen.
I could feel their gazes on my back.
I, of course, called shotgun on the front, and sat with Ghastly, who was driving the van.
"What's so special about this orphanage anyway?" He asked, turning onto the highway towards the orphanage. "Hmm? Oh we think it's brainwashing its c...."
We passed the sign, and the images flashed again. I resisted the urge to cry out as I saw a knife next to my head.
Instead I gasped, gripping the seat as the orphanage came into view. "You okay?" Ghastly asked, his eyebrows creased in worry.
The back of the van was silent and I knew they were watching me.
"Fine. I'm fine."

But the screams were coming back.
Those quiet, tortured screams