The Hauntings

Chapter 30

"It was my dad!" Francis slides his hands through his hair, pacing in the darkening forest.

"How do you know it was him?" Cameron perches on a rock looking up at his very adamant friend.

"I just know it, man! He said he was gonna kill anyone Scarlett loves. Cam it was him." Francis looks down at him frustrated. "He bloody killed the grandma. I can't believe this shit." He groans, he rests his hands on top of his head still walking frantically, the full consequences of his actions weighing down on his shoulders for the first time.

"Did you know your father was a war lord, then?" Cameron stands up shaking his head in disbelief at Francis quick claims.

How could he have missed such an important fact. Micheal is a Trickster and only a Trickster. A simple Trickster could not have done the damage that was inflicted on Christine. It has to be something else.

"No but I know it was him. Trust me on this." Francis spins around and faces Cameron, black eyes wide, pleading with him.

"How the hell would not you know that your own father, is a death-sucking, power-crazy monster?" Cameron demands. "How could you have not picked up on the point that he is bloody war-lord?"

Francis is pulled short with Cameron's questions. He stands still looking at his brown-haired friend with his lips slightly parted as if he wants to say something but not knowing quite what to depart from his lips, therefore looking a feeble goldfish.

"Precisely. You would have known he is a war-lord. Therefore your father didn't do it." Cameron crosses his arms over his chest in conclusion of his point.

Francis eyebrows scrunch up in disagreement. Then he finally forces out his disagreement.

"No, wait stop being so judgy."

Cameron begins to highlight the contradictory in Francis's words but he is brashly shushed.

"He could have hidden it. What's stopping him hiding the fact he is a war-lord? My father is a more of a believer in the element of surprise than showing off, which he adores if you haven't noticed. We know of the power crazy monster part, considering he made me suffer for like five hours, I wouldn't put it pass him being a war-lord. There's too many links to ignore it as consequences. It's fuckin' scary Cameron " Francs shrugs crossing his arms over his chest trying to keep his legs still but they are incredibly jittery, desperately trying to convince the Guard that his claims of his dad are very much valid.

He needs someone on his side now, more than ever. 

Why won't you bloody understand, it was Micheal.

An ice-bucket of a revelation pours downs Francis's back.

Shit.

"Shit. We need to go now. We need to stop him now. Fuck! He's already killed her grandma, next is Lizzy. We need to go Cameron." Francis cries in a very high pitched voice of hysteria.

He's the one that instigated this whole thing now he needs to find a way to dig out the people he has buried in the sewage hole he has dug. He can't allow Elizabeth be tangled into this deadly web.

"Wait! What, hold on. Wait, Francis. Just calm down." Cameron reaches forward attempting to denote some of Francis's urgency so he can get some head or tails from this very messy situation.

"No there is no time. Are you coming or not? I'm going to her house." Francis barks, his dark hair sticky up at all ends. He is still wearing his ripped and blood soaked clothes but his haggled attire doesn't seem to bother him.

"No! Wait. Francis!" Cameron yells as the Trickster flashes out. He signs in frustration.

Cameron has no choice but to follow his foolish friend. They are rushing this far too much.