Murder and Betrayal

Chapter 6 Sabine?

The blistering shrieks of an alarm rang through Emily's ears. In perpetual search for the source, the beautiful brunette found herself in an entanglement within the sheets. Furiously, she shut her clock and the sudden ear-splitting noise came to an abrupt end. Overwhelmed, she lay there perplexed. "This is it" she whispered confidently, wiping away tears from her delicate face, she unwillingly scrambled away from the warmth of her bed, as she drew the windows open, a void of icy sinister darkness crept into the immense room, causing the petite girl to shudder.

Emily was not particularly fond of this hour. Midnight came with disturbing images of malevolent, murderous monsters lurking in the shadows preying on- there was a sudden rumbling and creaking of floorboards, disturbed by the sudden detonation, the small girl was quick to seize a battered baseball bat from her bedside, as she slowly crept towards the towering door, her heart pounding in her chest, shadows became figures, the creaking became crisp clear footsteps, the door knob rattled.

Emily was a wreck, the room melted around her and all the terrified teen could focus on was the unknown stranger behind the door. Who could it be? The remorseless murderer who killed her beloved Scott? The odd women who appeared at Scotts funeral? Whoever it may be, Emily knew it was a threat, shaking, she held the bat high, beads of sweat formed on her pale temples. Emily was determined to hold herself together, however, as the door violently swung open, Emily's life flashed before her bright blue eyes and with all her might, the brunette swung her weapon towards the foreign figure.

An unsteady, familiar face staggered into the room. "You missed." Slurred the particular individual.

"TOBIAS. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" shrieked the now furious brunette.

"Emily. What the hell are you doing with a baseball bat?" replied the tall, dark haired boy.

"I'm serious"

"What're you, the shortstop?"

Rolling her eyes, she slumped back into bed "It's Scotts" she replied sighing "Now if we're done insulting my height"

"The bat is almost as tall as you" he smirked as he watched the small girl struggling "Don't hurt yourself, doll face" swiftly moving towards her, Tobias took the bat from her grasp and almost instantly tumbled onto the solid floorboard.

"Now who's struggling" laughed Emily.

The fallen teen frowned, carefully brushing his hand through his dark, overgrown hair, he flashed his famous 300-volt smile, his pale grey eyes illuminated, his cold hypnotic like state caused Emily to shudder. she felt unsafe around this stranger in which they confided their darkest secret to, their most personal feelings, memories and their friend, Scott to which he showed no sympathy towards. How can they be so sure to trust him?

"Anyhow, we're going to be late to meet that bratty friend of yours" stated Tobias, his hands still latched onto the bat, he attempted to stand.

Slightly aggravated, Emily supported the tall lean boy upright; heaving him towards the bed "Well aren't you an eager one love" Disgusted yet desensitized by his comments she abruptly let go of the smirking, drunken boy, amused by his attempts to support his own weight, Emily watched as he faceplanted onto her bed. Nevertheless, she wrapped the duvet around him, unsure whether she wanted to comfort him or cage him within.

Quiet, still. Unable to make his usual remarks. She preferred him like this, helpless and childlike, this contrasted his usual sarcastic, sadistic characteristics. She smiled, he appeared seemingly innocent, this was the first time Emily had the opportunity to see him properly, without the lingering smirk and unpleasant expressions.

She brushed the dark soft fringe out of his face, examining the scar on his forehead, had that been from the murderer? She shuddered as she thought of Tobias's state when they found him, despite their differences, Emily didn't want to see him hurt. Whether this was due to her loving nature or newly found friendship with this boy, she did not question it or waste anymore time of the sort.

The plan was to meet at Scott's apartment; 1am, exact. Emily was very persistent about time management and organization which therefore led her to conclude if she did not leave this very minute, she would most definitely be late, Emily Davis was never late. 

As the curious brunette approached the towering building, she felt a sense of vacancy and loneliness. What had once been her regular hang out place, with her best friends was now abandoned. The laughter and warmth replaced with a sinister silence, cold and displeasing. "Oh Scott, how could anyone do this to you?" She silently questioned, unaware of the cold large hand which swiftly grasped her own. A cold chill ran down her spine, however, she was quickly comforted by the acquainted emerald eyed, dirty blonde being smiling at her. "We'll find the cruel bastard don't worry" Eliot mumbled clasping into her hand, she felt sudden comfort by this, exhibited with a rush of confidence, they advanced into the darkness.

The apartment itself was musty and rotten, the previous prestigeness and strong sent of aftershave unrecognizable. "Scott would hate this" whispered Emily.

Elliot frowned, "I know. He was such a clean freak" 

With a shared sense of urgency, the pair darted towards their deceased friend's bedroom, in desperate search for answers. After endlessly fumbling and scrambling through the contents, Elliot was prepared to go home, his tall posture relaxed, his legs giving in and his eyelids fluttering shut. "This is hopeless Em, whoever, she was, we are not going to find the answers here" He proclaimed, referring to their mystery guess at the funeral.

Lazily, the tall blonde began kicking items on the floor, the shattering of glass resounded through the silence, "Shit" he mumbled "It's a pile of shit"

Fuming at Elliot's lack of empathy, Emily tended the shattered remains spread across the callosal mess on the floor. Scrambling through the remains, the brunette uncovered a small picture, examining the photo carefully she let out a gasp of shock and dropped it immediately. "Oh my god, it's her, she's-"

Recovering the picture, the agitated boy's face soon resembled Emily's, "his mother" they whispered simultaneously, terrified, with many unanswered questions, the teens bolted towards the door.

Elliot's hand reached towards the rusty handle, however, to their surprise the door swung open revealing a crude woman, the pair leaped back in horror which only earned a cold laugh from the newcomer. She strode into the room, her figure, scrawny, yet seemingly sinister. Her hair, long dark and flowing behind her, her lifeless decaying face shifted its focus on the teens, they shuddered at her glare, her cold, black eyes locked onto them, if Tobias was here now, he would most definitely ask the whereabouts of her broom stick and cauldron, Emily thought, there was nothing human about this creature stood before them. After what seemed like an eternity, the women spoke, her voice high pitched and creaky like the sound of loose floor bored or an old door. "Where is he?"

"Who are you?" Elliot stuttered, attempting to put on a brave front he stood projectingly in front of his friend, head held high, legs trembling.

"My name is Sabrine StClaire" She replied smugly, "I'm here for my son."