But I Shall Tell

Chapter 6 - Who Kills Simon?

Dec 13, 2019

"This isn't aimed at anybody in particular," said the voice on the radio, turning the background music off(silent horror piano music). "But I'm not sure about you. Yes, you." A silent horror violin music started to play. 

As her mind became more adjusted to this new position, her body felt more tired. Her eyes were definitely tired. She needed not rest but to be free but what would be the cost? A slow click and the man on the radio disappeared. Was this the worst experience of her life?

He moved back from the wall. "What?" he heard her say.

"Nothing," Maan said, and moved towards the door. The path to the upper floor/upstairs was directly opposite to the main door. There was blood on the floor, blood on the steps and the walls, which was hidden from Josea's view where she was tied to the chair. Just beside those steps was the path to the basement. "Well, there is something, Rain, I found Simon."

The nightmare was just beginning. The sign of terror was visible on her face. She was staring where he was seeing. It was the floor, but she couldn't see anything there.

"Not on the floor, silly, he is upstairs" he started moving towards the steps. "Or in the basement," Maan said. He moved to the side and opened the door to the basement. "Also, we have visitors."

"Where is Simon, Maan?" Josea said, in a roaring voice. She was shaking the chair in full force, unfortunately it did no good. The chair's back legs and upper portion was tied to a heavy sofa which made any movement very hard to make.

He stepped through the open door and into the basement closing the door shut behind him. After a few minutes the door opened, he was pulling a body with the hands. Dragging takes a lot of strength which was not an issue for the guy dragging the body. Shutting the door closed he pulled the body and was in her view. He let go of the hands which fell on the floor with a thud sound. He laughed stretching himself up and a bit backwards. "Good evening, Simon," Maan said.

"No, no, no," she cried, there were tears in her eyes. She kept shaking the chair with whatever energy that was left inside of her. "No..., Is he alive? Answer me, is he alive?" Josea said.

"I couldn't help it," there was blood on the shirt of the body lying down on the floor. His head was inches away from the shoes of the man standing. "But ignoring was not classy," Maan said.

Her eyes darted from the face the chest to find any signs of breathing, any hope, "Simon, I'm here, Simon. Please get up," Josea said, her voice now pleading for his reaction. Any possible sign, a movement of the hands or the legs or perhaps his eyes. She tried to hit her heels on the floor but couldn't.

"Don't panic, Rain. Simon here, he isn't dead," Maan said, with a smile. "But I'm willing to bet 10 cents, he isn't going to be for too long." He bent again, but this time picking up something which was tied up to the belt of the man on the floor.

"No, please don't kill him, please don't kill him, please, please , please, please, please." Her red dress was starting to get marks on it in places. Her arms were tied too tight, so were her legs, only her stomach was loosely tied with the rope. Her soft wrist had was covered with a watch showing 6: 35. A bracelet on the other wrist shining to the light."Please, Maan," Josea said, this time in a soft voice.

"Okay," straightening up, he dropped a Metal Heavy Duty 12 Inch Hacksaw Frame with Sharp Hacksaw Blade, which landed on the chest of Simon. "I'll keep my options open."

Simon was still bleeding, with a small trail of blood covering a small portion of the floor beside his waist. How much time has it passed since this happened, she thought. Not too much blood, which meant the injury wasn't that bad. 

Glancing at the Hacksaw blade, and turning his shoes, he moved in the direction where she was tied up. The distance wasn't much, and Simon wasn't that far. He had reached the chair which was across from her. He looked at her eyes, which were like a lake, with water. Tears had rolled her cheeks and had fallen on her dress making it wet at places. He put his hand on the table and caught hold of the empty glass.

She rolled her eyes at him, there was no anger in them. Nothing that could say that "You are a dead man". Her brown eyes had so much pleading filled in them, so much sadness in them, begging and surrendering.

The kitchen needed some brightness as the light was turned off. The sky outside was getting darker, the day had left and the night was coming, it was coming with more bad news. Turning the kitchen light on, he filled the glass with cold water for the 2nd time.

Bringing the tip of the glass near the lower lip, "I prefer diet coke," Maan said, he moved his hand a little more, this time the glass touching her lips.

She chocked with a coughing sound as the water traveled passed her throat. She sensed that the glass had been moved further from her face, and a hand rounding smoothly her shoulder near the neck. She tensed.

Placing the glass on the table, he padded her shoulder with a gentle hand. "Rain.. Josea, do not panic, I'm here," Maan said, in a trembling tone.