ten // 5sos

1.1

Ashton couldn't hear Calum from his side of the makeshift cell. Had the boy fled? His ear is pressed against the wall and still only ambience is heard.

The door still swung open and he is tempted to walk right out. Would anyone know? That is the question that plagues the boy's mind. Of course they would, he self-answers. Ashton would be sure to run downstairs once he steps out of the room.

And so he does. Calum has left, so why not he? Ashton is innocent right? It could've been Calum that framed him. They were so quick to accuse.

-

A peculiar observation causes Simoné to fret. They started out with 10 Indian figures and now there is only 7. Was there seven before? When Max died, only nine were there. When Raven died, only eight. Who has been the next victim?

A door is slammed and loud footsteps come thudding towards the stairs. They are running down the stairs. Simoné cranes her neck to view the person. Michael grips onto the rail for dear life as he hurried his way down. When he saw Simoné, he calls out to her.

"Simoné!" His foot stomps on the hardwood floor. He makes his way over to her and lets out a pant. His hands reach his kneecap as he crouches down in exhaustion.

"What made you run down here so quickly?" Asks Simoné, who is anxiously looking around for potential danger. "Was someone, chasing you?"

"No, " He replies shaking his head ferociously. Simoné now noticed the bloodshot condition of the young man's eyes. A surge of redness surrounds the blue green iris. He coughs.

"Then what?" The suspense is killing her.

"Have you seen Candace?" He asks another question, redirecting it on her. He has yet to get dressed properly, wearing only a white tank and pajama shorts.

She shakes her head slowly. "Michael, you're scaring me. "

"Well answer me!" He roars demandingly.

"No. " Simoné crosses her arms and eyes him sourly. "I have not. " She does not appreciate his tone.

"That's not like her. " He grumbles. "You know Candace, and she would be up yapping about how much her head hurts from blah blah blah. She's not in our room. "

His response catches her off guard.

"What?! What the hell you mean she's not in the room?!" She hits Michael's arm and increases her volume substantially. He is frightened, never in his life has he seen Simoné do more than quietly speak.

"Why else would I be speaking to you right now if she wasn't?" Michael counters, rubbing his sore arm.

"We have to look. "

-

The basement becomes filled with LED light of two different sources. Two different flashlights.

"Candace!" They both yell into the darkness.

"Do you see her?" Cries the more masculine voice.

"No.." Replies the feminine one.

They hurry back up the stairs as fast as they could and go to the last place to check, the attic.

"You really think she would go up here?" Michael questions the blonde next to him.

"It's the last place to check. " She argues assuringly. She gulps down her anxiety in an attempt to push it down.

Her light makes contact with a reddish blonde head and the girl gasps, dropping her flashlight. The light is still on red tresses.

Michael sees it and freezes. He step forward to pick it up and focuses it on the rest of the corpse.

Her eyes are wide in shock from her attacker and her head lay upon a brick. Her head is permanently disfigured from being smashed into the harsh brick. A pool of blood surrounds the head. Her skull is evidently crushed. Half of her face has the skin peeled off.

A cry of hysteria comes from the mouth of Simoné. Michael takes her into his arms and pats her back. Tears are streaming out of his eyes, but he is still in a better state than her.

"We're all going to die. "She predicts the end of her life. "Michael, we're all gonna die. "

-

What if Michael is the killer and you just made yourself vulnerable?

That wasn't very smart Simoné.

I ACTUALLY UPDATED AND IT WAS NOT A FILLER.

ARE. YOU. PROUD. OF. ME?

(-scoffs- no. )

Well then.

Peace out everyone! I'm g o n e.

(Thanks for 600+ reads ilyasm. )