Souls: Beginning Of The End [Book 2]

Chapter Fifteen: The Interrogation

Palette squirmed in the wooden chair he was tied to. Palette bit down on the gag trying to free himself. Something unwrapped the gag from around his face. Palette gasped for breath and spoke, "what do you want from me!? Window stunt? What's that supposed to mean!?"

A voice snapped at him, "don't play games kid. You know exactly what I mean." Palette squinted trying to see who was there, "I dont. I swear I don't know what you mean!"

A figure stepped forward to reveal Dust. Horror and Killer were beside him. Palette swallowed back fear, he and always been scared of those three. Killer looked at Dust, "do you really think this kid did it? I don't even think he could hold a knife right."

Horror stared at Palette, his red eye burning, "why wouldn't it be? This kid is the only one who could've done it. He seems pretty smart." Dust narrowed his eyes to stare at Palette, "how old are you?"

Palette gulped, but he stayed silent. Dust smirked, "you must think this is a game huh?" Dust appeared infront of Palette, bone in hand. The bone was positioned right where Palette's soul was, "now tell me Palette. How old are you?"

Palette frowned, terror overwhelming him, "I'm twelve! I'm twelve! What is this even for!?" Dust pushed the bone closer to Palette's soul, "didn't say you could ask questions did I?"

Palette shrunk in his seat, hoping that Dust wouldn't kill him. Dust dissipated the bone and crossed his arms, "so tell me. Did Outer give you access to the rooms before we came here? Preferably the children's rooms." Palette shook his head eerily, "n-no. Mr. Outer wouldn't let me go in, he still won't. He said it was against the rules and if I did I'd be 'disturbing the guests by my presence'"

Killer scoffed, "that's a really fucked up thing to say to a kid." Horror nodded and leaned against the wall yawning. Dust stared at them before looking back at Palette, "do you know of anyone who would've have access to the rooms?"

Palette looked at Dust, "other than Mr. Outer, no. He wouldn't even let Mr. Classic into the rooms." Dust stepped away from Palette and tapped his chin. Killer tiredly sat on the metal table in the room and flipped his knife into the air, catching it in return, "well obviously this kids got nothing. Let's just let him go and get back to our regular business. We have to leave in a couple of hours y'know."

Dust ignored him, "do you know anything else? Does Outer seem to favor anyone? Maybe you? Does he seem to let some do more than others."

Palette gulped. He really did not like talking about this, but at the moment he'll be murdered if he doesn't, "Mr. Outer treats everyone better than me, I don't really understand why. It seems sometimes like I'm a disease to him. I do all the main work for him, I'm surprised he let me get this close to his guests. Mr. Outer does seem a bit off to me though, he used to be really nice to me. Almost like a.....well that's not important..."

Dust nodded and snapped. The ropes around Palette's wrists burned off. Palette rubbed his wrists, "what was this for anyway?" Dust looked back at him before walking out of the room, "some important information we needed."

Killer and Horror followed after Dust, turning and disappearing. Palette sighed and stood, straightening his hat in the process, "the world really seems to hate me dosen't it?" A shadow on the wall appeared to look sad for him.

Palette fell to the ground trying to keep the tears from falling, "why did he have to take you away? .....you were my only friend....couldnt he see that?"

The shadow could be seen trying to comfort Palette, though it was no good. Palette began to cry, letting the emotions he had bottled up for years go. The shadow knew it had to do something for him. So the shadow quickly dissapeared, looking for someone they knew gave Palette hope again. The shadow went looking for Goth.