Special Return

Chapter 9 - The Truth is Revealed

      "Simon is your SON!?" Mavis exclaimed.

      "Then that means, Simon is my brother," said Genevieve. "How come he never told me?"

      Mavis walked around in circles, trying to figure out what he had just heard. "Simon is your son. I hate his mother. My best friend's mother is stuck in a well."

      He stopped walking. "No wonder he wanted us to find you so badly! Genevieve, you knew her last name, Simon wanted to find her, but didn't know how!"

      "I know how to get out of here," Theresa said suddenly. "I remember that you made a path with your nails when I dragged you back there!"

      Genevieve was puzzled. "So we have to go back to the dead bodies, and go through the other way and find the path?"

      "Exactly!" exclaimed Theresa. "Let's go!"

      "Hey, there's a light, at the end of this hall." Mavis pointed to the bright light he was seeing.

      "Mother, is it safe?" asked Genevieve. " Because if it isn't, then I'm going with your idea."

      Theresa bit her lip. " I'm not sure. But, you want to see for yourself?"

      Genevieve backed away. "No! I don't know if it's safe. Mavis, you go."

      As soon as he heard his name, he jumped up. "What? Why me? I don't know what's over there."

      "Please Mavis? For me?" Genevieve spoke softly.

      "Fine. But not for Theresa."

      Theresa angered. Mavis walked slow towards the light. As soon as he got there, he looked up. It was the surface. He looked at them and yelled, "It's the surface of the well!"

      Both Theresa and Genevieve ran towards Mavis. He helped them both up, and climbed up himself. When they got out, Mavis started to run to Simon's home.

      "Where are you going?" yelled Genevieve.

      "Don't worry about it, dear!" Mavis stopped to yell back. He continued to run. His wings didn't hurt anymore, but had two holes. He flew the rest of the way anyway.

      Mavis pushed down Simon's door. Simon was calmly sitting at his dining room table, enjoying a cup a tea and reading a novel. He put the book down.

      "Mavis, you know you can just knock, right?" He laughed. "Well, what brings you here, my boy?"

      Mavis knew what he was hiding. "Why didn't you tell me you and Genevieve are related?"

      Simon's eyes widened. "Pardon?"

     "Don't play dumb with me, you British liar!" He yelled.

      Simon stood up from the table. "Mavis, are you alright? I would never lie to you. Genevieve and I aren't related."

      "Then who is Theresa Williams!?" Mavis yelled out.

      Simon was surprised. He covered his mouth with his hand. " I don't know who you're speaking of, I know not who that woman is."

      Mavis looked at him with a hard stare. He did bot believe a word Simon spoke. Mavis grabbed Simon's neck tightly, making sure he didn't breathe. He lifted him up.

      "Why have you been keeping secrets from me, Simon? Tell me why, and I'll let you go," Mavis said. "What else have you been keeping from me?"

       Simon grabbed Mavis' hand nervously. He gasped for air, as Mavis still lifted him up. "I...I was, going to..*gasp* to tell you but..." he stuttered.

      "But what!?" Mavis yelled.

      Mavis couldn't stand to see his friend suffer. He let Simon go. He fell to his knees as soon as he was free.

      Simon rubbed his neck, still gasping for air. "But, I didn't think you would want to know. I thought you would just say it was cool, then ignore."

      "Is that all?" Mavis asked.

      Simon smiled. "I am a killer. I hid something on Genevieve, to make her explode. Blood and guts will fly everywhere."

      Mavis' anger grew. "Why would you do that!? She hasn't done anything to you!" He yelled.

      Simon stood up from the floor. He fixed his collar and spoke, "Because, Mavis. I always hated Genevieve. Right when I saw her, 3 years of age. She looked sweet and kind, but she hated me as well. It was impossible for mother to control us. But as we grew older, I have created a drink for her to give her amnesia. All she remembers was that I was her brother. Known as Simon Williams. When I was 19, I moved out and legally changed my last name to Goldsworthy."

      Mavis pulled out a gun from the inside of his vest. He pointed it at Simon. "We have been best friends for almost 11 years, Simon. You kept secrets from me. You hate my girlfriend. I can't live peacefully if I know you're alive."

      Mavis put his finger on the trigger. "Do you have anything else to say?"

      Simon breathed in and out. "Genevieve's father, he isn't her real father. He is a criminal who raped Genevieve, and she is forced to stay with him. Theresa only wanted to search for Genevieve because she already knows I'm safe."

      Mavis hesitated to pull the trigger.

      "Go on, Mavis. You know you want to." Simon had a devilish smile splattered across his face.

      Mavis looked away, the gun still pointing at Simon. Mavis quietly yelled, "You aren't immortal. If I kill you...."

      "Genevieve will die, Mavis." Simon interrupted.

      Mavis looked straight into Simon's eyes. He held the gun tightly in his hands, with his finger still on the trigger. "You son of a bitch..."

      He pulled the trigger, and Simon fell back, with the bullet deep into his skull. Mavis dropped the gun, and stared at Simon's corpse. He let his head loose. He cried.

      "What have I done..." he whispered. "Simon..."

      Mavis lifted his head. "Genevieve!" He cried.

      He quickly left the house without looking at Simon.