Rebel Born [FIRST DRAFT]

Chapter 5: Fallen

One, the people who died were all alone in the room. Two, there's a beeping noise when they approach the painting. Three, the way they died is unknown. Four, the artist himself set up the froom. Five, the object is metallic. Six, he believed in the afterlife. I don't think any other information is missing. But...

I looked up slightly and stared at the other side of the table. Other than Dillon, I recognized two other people. The three of them were all the sources of my injuries at school.

"Don't be scared." Lindsey whispered beside me. I tilted my head slightly to look at her. She smiled back at me. "I know you've figured it out." I looked at her silently before returning my gaze at the table.

"So any thoughts?" Mrs. Miller asked as she looked at each of us expectantly.

Dillon huffed. "I still think that there's a killer hidden somewhere in the room and only kills when only one other person is around."

"That obviously isn't the case. No injuries on the victims. Re-mem-ber?" Vincent said, dragging out the remember while talking to Dillon like he was a toddler. Vincent then turned to me and gave me an encouraging nod.

Dillon looked over at me too and gave me a glare and a menacing smirk. "Well? Let's see what you have to say to this."

"Gerard Finn, he's hiding something behind the painting." I said quietly, not looking up from the table. Dillon scoffed and I heard Lindsey hiss at him.

"Amelia dear, why do you say that?" Mrs. Miller asked, leaning in with curiosity gleaming in her grey eyes.

"You're not allowed to touch the things being showcased in a museum, but with an art piece like that, people are bound to get curious and would want to touch it. But to avoid getting caught, they can only do it when they're alone. There's a beeping as people get close to it and the cameras lose connection when someone approaches it." I explained, raising my eyes slightly to look at Mrs. Miller.

"And how does explain anything?" Dillon asked.

I paused in silence for a bit. "I think it would be easier to show than tell." Kyle said. I looked over at him and nodded.

"Mrs. Miller, do you think we can call the Syndicates in Lunaris and explain things to them while they're in the room of the painting?" Max asked.

Mrs. Miller nodded, "Alright, give me a moment." I watched Mrs. Miller tap a few things down and a screen appeared behind her showing a calling screen.

"Hello, this is John Hudon, head of Syndicate management in Lunaris." A gruff voice sounded through the speakers as the screen showed the face of a man in his fifties. His hair was in a buzz cut and face empty of any facial hair. Seems like a military officer.

"Hi John, this is Kimberly Miller, head of Syndicate management in Aestrea." Mrs. Miller replied back. "We're having our weekly meeting and I think we can help with the museum case."

Mr. Hudon nodded. "The two syndicates are there right now. I'll direct the call to the two leaders." With that, the screen went back to a call screen. Before long, one call was answered and the other was dropped. No image showed up though. No camera?

"Hello Mrs. Miller." One male voice said. His voice had a sharp, menacing tone to it. "Both of our Syndicates are together right now so we decided to only have one person answer the call. I'm Steven, leader of Syndicate 23."

"Wassup Steven! This is Vincent, leader of Syndicate 45. Mind connecting one of the cameras to us so we can see what's going on?" Vincent asked, leaning forward slightly. We heard some talking from the other end of the call and soon each of us had a private screen showing us real time footage of the room.