FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 25

It was late in the evening, almost eleven at night, when Isaac had returned home, he had spoken to his brother Johan, though he had two reasons to call him. One was to inform Johan of the possible events of a potential copy-cat killer, saying that he would still look out for Charla, but the other was to try and get a better holding on what was happening in the city and if there was any connection with Charla.

The house was silent as the grave, no signs of life or movement as he made his way to the living room, recalling how Charla had left for one evening, late during a rainstorm, what's more the night of the attack Nina had made a comment how Charla kept her window open that night. Though in truth he only thought it was so Charla could get some fresh air since she lived in the city where it always seemed loud. He was much like that himself when he returned from the Police Academy, yet something still bothered him.

Quietly as possible Isaac made his way up the stairs and paused to look into Nina's room and see her fast asleep. Then he slowly opened the door to see Charla. Her window was open faintly allowing the curtain to sway slightly from the wind, he opened the door further and entered her room. She slept facing the wall, her back towards him, the covers went up to her chest as she slept on her side.

He merely looked at her then the scare on her neck slightly obscured by hair, the pain she must have endured from the accident was impossible to imagen. Yet something about this he couldn't shake, the way his brother had quickly moved on from the fact that there were sudden multiple deaths and going right to asking if Charla was okay, why would he ask that? On top of it, Johan told Isaac to not ask Charla any questions in regards to the murders, or to even push for an answer if she becomes quiet.

"What is going on with you?" he muttered to himself.

"Dad...?" Isaac turned to see a very sleepy Nina looking at him. "Why are you home, I thought you said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon, and why are you in Charla's room, she's sleeping."

"Her father asked me to check on her, that's all. And I forget to bring some things with me to work. I woke you up didn't I, I'm sorry, here let's get you back to bed okay?" he said as he went to rest a gentle hand on his daughter's tiny shoulder. "Come on," he then brought Charla's door slightly ajar.

Eyes opened before tilting head back to look at the now slightly ajar door, hearing the voices of Nina and that man before hearing him heading down the stairs before leaving the house. Getting out of bed and silently moving to the closet and reaching the dark navy blue hoodie and throwing it on. Already wearing jeans and would have been gone if not for the sudden return home of that man, have to be more careful with that, wouldn't want him to think anything odd. Though tonight the front door was out of the question, once with Isaac knowing was more then enough, but it was clear he wouldn't be more understanding like Johan was. Window was the only real option here.

Leaning against the wall and waiting to hear the faint sounds of Isaac grabbing what he needed before leaving and locking the house once more. The distant sound of the car being started before it driving off was when the move was made.

Quietly opening the window and leaping out, grasping the sturdy drainpipe before brining it to where it was, lest to wake the little girl again and causing more trouble. Scaling down the side of the house and leaping to the slightly moist ground. It was faintly raining but not like it had been before.

Hazel green eyes looking up to the houses window before heading out, just a brisk walk this time, maybe to that bar and back, get a good ear of what's been going on, things seemed rather off the last few days what's more something was needed, maybe someone at that place that this town called a bar would know?