The True Enemy

The eyes have it

Chapter V

His vision was clear; he knew what he had to do. The trail of blood had long gone, now, only small remains of it were left. What was just a small hallway with a couple of extra rooms on the side had turned into a great number of them. Rob felt like he was running around in circles, chasing his tail, running strait into what could be a trap.

He didn’t care, either way; he had to find the answers he needed. After all, Rob didn’t know who turned on whom, it could have been Christine, it could have been someone else, someone that they never knew, it could have even been Bonnie for all he knew.

He had left Emily and Barry behind in his anger and frustration with them and the fact that they seemed to not care about the horrific event that was placed before them. He knew that what he was doing could turn out to be a great mistake, one that could eventually end his life.

He passes room after room, turning down hallways, running as fast as he could, all because he knew, that if he was even just a few seconds late, a few seconds that he could have prevented someone’s death, a few seconds to save someone’s life, someone that he didn’t really know, missing that chance, would haunt him for the rest of his life, even though he didn’t even know how long he himself had left.

 As he bolted around the next corner, almost out of breath, the trail suddenly vanished, as if there wasn’t anything there to begin with, no blood at all. Seeing this as a sign, a sign that he had failed, he had the chance to do something great with his life, something that only he would ever know, vanished, Rob fell. He fell straight down to the ground, just catching himself with his hands before he hit the floor. Tears flowed down his face, down his cheeks, falling with grace down onto the cold, hard floor.

His ragged hair, falling straight over his face, concealing his fear, his emotions, masking his true self. Not moving at all, he just knelt there. Silently crying away at his fears, himself, his mistakes, and his failure, his failure to do anything, failure to save someone’s life, all gone in a glimpse of an eye. All he did was blame himself, constantly, as if this whole situation was his doing, like something that he had done had caused all of this to happen, something that he didn’t know.

He continued to cry, as silently as ever, as if believing that his tears would undo everything that has happened, take him back to his normal life, make him forget about all of this and bring back the one person that he couldn’t save, the one moment in his life that would haunt him, forever.

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They had left the room with the blood behind them, sick of seeing the site of someone’s life right there in front of them both. Both Barry and Emily both agreed to let Rob go, seeing his action, his restless force as an act of stupidity, maybe. They let him run off on a wild goose chase, chasing his tail, a tail that would soon be cut off.

Neither of them had any clues as to what happened, they were left stuck, sitting in a large open room, it as quiet as ever. Yet again, no-one knew that they were being watched, and it wasn’t even from afar.

“Hey, Barry?” Emily asked.

“What do you want?!” Barry replied.

“Do you think that we should’ve gone after him, or at least started to look for him, Bonnie and Christine by now?”

“No! Definitely not! He ran off on his own, you tried to warn him, make him realise that there was no hope for Bonnie or Christine, but in the end, he still left.”

“That wasn’t the type of response that I was looking for.”

“Well, that was the response you got, now deal with it.”