Run (Old Version)

Chapter XXII

The time is now, I finally found all I need inside the building. From the blood markings to fingerprints on Mickey's computer it is all here. It is now May 13th, and I am still trying to see what I can do. Solitaire was open, and the time to beat the game was at 4 minutes and 6 seconds, yet that was last played on the night of the murder. The last post on Mickey's blog was at 4:05 p.m. mentioning that I have still not returned, yet my profile was still posting things until the night of the murder. I couldn't believe what was happening, posts were posted from 2005 and 2015, even different posts from this thing called an iPhone. I also am looking at my watch which I got from 2015, yet the time has been stuck at 5:07 p.m. So I see that the time of the murder must have been around 4 p.m. of May 11th. 

I hear something from behind me making a dripping noise. I turn around and see a coffee maker is on filling up a cup of coffee. Yet, it wasn't on when I first came to the office building last night. Also if this place is blocked off from the police, how could anyone else get into the building? I slowly get out of the wheelie chair and crawl over by the closet. I peek outside the door and seek the coffee cup isn't there anymore.

Sneaking my way to get closer to the coffee maker, I hear movement. Not normal footsteps, but like claws on the wooden floor. It was a weird noise, I couldn't tell what it was. I try looking around another time, the coffee cup is back on the coffee maker, but now it is almost empty, there is just a little bit still left on the bottom ring of the cup. I crawl out of the room and bump into a desk not to far away. "Oww, shit that hurts" I loudly say not remembering I am trying to not be discovers by a mysterious force lurking around the building besides me.

I hear footsteps coming closer and closer to me. Soon they stop but it is not in front of me, it s above me, he floor above, the 108th floor, the floor with broken windows and mice crawling around everywhere. Why would someone be up there, the murder happened on this floor, Floor 107. 

I see a pair of scissors on a desk and keep Mickey's pocket knife in m pocket  just in case. I walk up the stairs into the abandoned floor, seeing dust bunnies and cobwebs everywhere. I stay close to the wall so I don't fall down to the city below by falling out a window. 

A light flickers in the darkness inside a room facing the south side. Inside sat a boy, he was wearing a necklace, had long brown hair, there was a cut on his neck, wearing a black polo with blue jeans, and he had on white Converse. I knew this boy, he had seen me before, the one closest to me, but always stayed the furthest away. He turned around and had a look of grief on his face and couldn't move because he was tied to the chair that he sat in, which was hooked to the floor. He then whispered to me, trying to stay calm, "Hey long time no see, now can you help a bro out?"