Madness

We're Talking About Drowning, Right ?

We were back at Roman's house, both exhausted and a bit scared ... After all that happened, all I wanted was to take a hot shower and crawl into bed.

"Mind If I take a shower ?" Peter asked, quicker than me.

"Mi casa and shit." Roman was quite nervous and was actually turning back to the door when I noticed the housekeeping lady crying on the couch. "I gotta make a run to the white tower. Work stuff." I stopped Roman and made him look towards her.

"The baby, where is she ?" He asked her.

"She took her." She said, between two sobs.

"My mother ?" Roman said through his clenched teeth.

"The girl, Miranda." Between the second she said her name and Roman's reaction, at least 5 seconds passed. He couldn't believe what Miranda had done and neither could I. Peter had stopped on the stairs, listening to what was happening.

"Where did she go ? Why didn't you stop her ?" I asked her, seeing the panic on Roman's face.

"I dozed off. They were gone when I woke up." She explained herself.

"Maybe she just took her to the doctor." Peter tried to calm everyone down.

"With diapers and toys ? She's gone. I warned you about her. You wouldn't listen." She said looking at Roman. He was getting well angry and was moving dangerously towards her, rage in his eyes. I put myself in his path and took his hand to prevent another incident.

"Voicemail." Peter said, putting his phone in his pocket.

"We need to find her. We need to find the baby."

"Yeah" Peter and I both nodded."We'll figure it out. The moment he said that, I felt a sharp pain through my entire brain and hearing the groans of the boys, I figured it was the same for them. All I saw was a guy, dressed in black clothes, falling from the Godfrey Institute. The second after, a guy appeared, wearing an old fashioned hat.

A minute or two passed, in complete silence, the time for us to understand what happened.

"We should go to the white tower." Peter said, the first one to recover. "It was in the dream." He was about to say something else when a voice over the intercom interrupted him : Roman, I need to talk to you.

Roman quickly walked through the door, telling us he was going to get rid of him.

When he came back inside, he was looking rather conflicted and I promised myself to ask him about it later. Right now we had bigger fish to fry : Destiny called us ; Miranda and the baby were at her apartment.

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Roman, Peter and I were sat on the couch, opposite to Miranda and the baby with Destiny going back and forth between us.

"So, you eat blood ?" Miranda asked. For reasons beyond my comprehensions, they decided to tell her everything.

"It's not eating per say, it's uh ..." Roman defended him, wiping his hands on his jean. "It's sort of feeding--"

"Oh god listen to yourself." Destiny interrupted him in his poor explanation.

"And you maul people to death ?" She said to Peter.

"Who gives a shit ..." I whisper, loud enough for Destiny to hear me.

"I don't actually." Peter said, answering Miranda question." I was defending myself. And what neither of you girls know, is that Roman hates the way he is. He's getting a treatment." It would actually be cute if I wasn't that angry with him for telling her everything ...