Songbird

Chapter 5

The house was dark and cold. As Gerald entered, he threw the key he had found under the door mat across the room. There will be no need for them to own this when we're through. If I were a little girl 's room, where would I be? On the other other side of the living room was a narrow hall way. Gerald squinted his eyes and walked over.

On the walls were two paintings of flowers. He walked farther until he spotted a room with a sparkling, blue letter "A" decorating the door. Licking his lips, he slowly went for the handle. Scurrying down the hall behind him was Morty.

"You, find the parent's room." He whispered in the dark.

"Yes, sir!" Morty hissed back.

David , the awkward man, and John, the fat man, were on duty for the other kids they had spotted. Gerald had no intent on leaving Morty by himself, who knows what kind of mistakes he would make?

Gerald looked back at the handle. He took in a deep breath, and pushed forward sharply. The door swung open without a sound. He waited a few moments before entering the room.

The bedroom was rather small, and only held room for a bed and a desk. The walls seemed to be painted a light blue color, but Gerald couldn't tell for sure. The beds covers were neatly arranged, and sleeping square in the middle was the girl.

Rubbing his hands together, Gerald leaned forward and covered her mouth.

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"Where am I? I swear, I am walking in circles." Morty bumped into the side of a table with a plant on top. The pot began to wobble. Shit, shit, shit! Morty reached out and stabled the plant while standing on one leg.

As Morty caught his breath, a door opened a few feet away. Walking out was a woman wearing a tinted, pink nightgown.

"Avis?" She spoke into the dark. Morty flattened himself up against the wall, hiding behind the table he had just ran into. Slowly, he reached out towards the potted plant. His fingers grasped the rim and he held tight. The woman did not seem to notice his movement.

    "I swear I heard a noise." She told herself. As the woman began to turn away, Morty took action. He grabbed the pot and rushed over to her. It took all of his physical and mental strength to lift the pot in the air and slam it down. The base of the pot shattered, and the woman lay on the ground.

    Just then, Morty heard screaming coming from a nearby room. He did not stop to check if the woman was still alive, he had to go help Gerald. As he left her behind, he could feel a small pang of guilt. What did I just do?