Canes and Gunshots

Hidden Secrets

The Colonels POV

We both made our way downstairs to where the body was before. Sure enough, the body was gone and all that was left over was the tape that marked where the body died and the blood.

"How did this happen?!" Damien, shoving the cane into Abe's chest.

"You think I know? I was in the study looking over the clues. I came out here to examine the body once more, only to discover it was gone." Abe confessed, his dark expression settling on me again.

Damien pulled his cane away and backed away to me.

"Perhaps we should ask the man who has killed before." Abe blurted out, fully knowing who he was talking to.

"Colonel? It couldn't have been. He was with me this whole time." Damien admitted.

"And last night?" Abe asked.

"He was with me. And damn it I'm not scared to say it. Him and I were together last night." He sneered at the detective, both of them to close to each other.

"Both of you! We should examine the rest of this place before blaming anyone!" I yelled, watching as they looked at me with surprised faces.

Abe huffed and stormed past us, nearly knocking me to my feet, Damien catching me before I fall.

"He's just pissed it wasn't you." Damien grumled, holding me up.

I nodded and looked back at the blank spot where the body was, my body shriveling up.

I bent down and gently touched the tape, the feeling of the plastic and little bit of blood on my fingers made me fell depressed.

I stood back up and wiped the blood off on a cloth, throwing it away. Who would take Mark's body? Benjamin was already cleared early from his alibi so who...?

I walked back to Damien and saw he was wide eyed and staring at the ground.

"Damien?" I muttered, touching his arm softly.

He jumped and looked at me. He was terrified. But by what?

"Damien.. What were you trying to tell me earlier? About Mark?" I asked.

Damin sighed and slowly led us upstairs. He kept walking till we were at the end of the hall to a large door. Presumably Marks bedroom.

He slowly pushed the door open with his cane, a cold drift hitting me and making me shake a little.

He walked in with me following, his body curled up a little. I looked around and nearly blacked out.

The sight before me was something I never expected.

Inside, the room was painted black and red, but there was a podium at the end of his bed near a wall with an old book on top of the wooden surface.

There was various knives, blood stains, and markings all over the room. What the hell did Mark do?

"Mark was practicing black magic... He showed me months ago and asked me to join.. But I refused...

"He was testing with death and spells. He would kill himself, recite a spell, and then..." Damien mumbled.

"We... We have to tell Abe. Now." I said, running downstairs to the study.