Number 14
Ch. 1
*note: I know a lot of this doesn't go with the time line and it will not such as the ten year or so gap it's more of a half year gap and I know 14 didn't have much of a significance but here it does lol. Enjoy *
Who was number 14? Joseph was 15 and Cynthia was 16 but this is the story of number 14.
Walter Sullivan went to college at one point we all know that. Well so did my sister and that's when I met him, a tall husky man bent over an old book with the cult symbol on it. My sister had noticed my interest in weird or unnatural religions so she said I could use her card to check out a book from the college library she had seen. I stood by the table watching him for a second taking in his five' o clock shadow looming over his face and stringy hair making him appear more ominous, and that creepy blue overcoat even though it was around 90 degrees outside. I looked towards the book and seen chips of dried blood in his nails. I thought at the time he must have been a medical student and had gotten a bad part of the cadaver. I stood there staring at him like a creep for some time until I realized he had the book I had been searching ages for.
"Um, are you going to check that book out?" I whispered leaning on the table beside him reading the text. "The 21 sacraments, that's a complex ritual it's interesting though are you a sociology student?"
His eyes shot toward me, green and bloodshot, but then again what college student doesn't have over worked eyes?
"You know The 21 sacraments?" A deep voice slid out from behind the hair.
I nodded, "'cleanse the world with my rage' it's a beautifully written ritual."
The corner of his mouth perked up a bit, "beautiful, huh? And no I'm medical, here-"
He started to hand it to me but stopped, "why do you want this book? You're too young to be reading things like this."
"How do you know I don't go here and because I like different religions this one in particular is an interesting one." he couldn't stop me from getting the book could he?
He held the book but started walking to the checkout counter, "if you went here you wouldn't be talking to me."
"You're not that creepy I mean I spent a good five minutes just watching you read that's creepy."
His mouth perked up again, "someone who calls themselves creepy and wants to read an Order book, I must say I'm a little worried."
"Nah, don't be I just play resident evil and am praying for a zombie apocalypse, nothing to be worried about."
We got to the counter and I checked the book out, he stared at my sister's card.
"Where did you get your library card if you're not a student?"
"My sister let me borrow hers to check out this book."
The library was closing now and it was starting to get dark music was turning on in different areas of the campus. Oh God college parties. He looked uncomfortable as well, green eyes darting around, a disgusted look on his face.
"Sinners, giving away temptations don't even care who is watching it's all just a bunch of chaos." He mumbled. (You see what I did there? ;) )
I smiled, "dude, its college you're entitled to one splurging sin time and it is usually right here, the prime of your life, if I were you I'd use it well."
"So you think what they are doing is right?"
"Not necessarily right but you can't always be perfect that's the kind of thing that makes kids grow to be murderers." I laughed.
"Being perfect?"
"No, if a child is continuously forced to be more than they physically or emotionally can be they usually end up being off when they get older if they aren't strong enough."
His brows knitted together for a few seconds but then relaxed and he shrugged, "maybe."
"This is a good conversation, what's your name?"
"Walter Sullivan, what's yours?
"Delilah Richardson."
"Is your sister in a dorm?"
"No, she lives in a house with others somewhere down there." I waved in the general direction it was.
"Do you know how to get there?"
"Um, not a hundred percent, could you possibly help me?"
He nodded and stalked off down the road in the direction of the house I had described he apparently knew which it was. The sun was starting to set and the red, gold light from the setting sun was illuminating his face mimicking the flicker of fire as we passed by shadows. If he would cut his dishwater blonde hair or at least pull it back away from his face a bit he would look attractive, hell he was attractive anyway. We continued our conversation on religions mostly talking about The Order and playing awkward eye tag. He stopped in front of the right house standing on the sidewalk.
"Thank you!"
"No problem," he paused and turned to face me smiling for the first time, "don't be ruined by this world and these monsters."
I opened my mouth to say something but my sister opened the front door and called down to me, "come on! We have to get ready!"
One of her house mates came to the door and whispered, very loudly, "What is she doing with that freak."
He looked down shoving his hands in his pockets I turned my head towards them and glared then looked back at him and smiled holding my arms open.
"It was nice meeting you hope to see you around."
He lifted one arm cautiously and I wrapped around his waist my head stopping at his shoulder. Walter put one arm over my shoulders and the other around my hips. His scent was the most masculine I had encountered a combination of sweat and oak with a light scent of iron, it made me calm and I rested against him.
"I won't be ruined." I whispered and let him go.
I turned and walked up to the stairs, me and Walter spent every free minute together and became quick friends in the few months that he was free. Every day that summer I was with my sister at her college house and every day I was with him. Sometimes he would have a few splatters of blood here and there but I didn't think anything of it. I didn't hear much of the murders I don't like the news but when he was arrested i never heard the end of it from my sister and mother and my own conscience. I watched the trial, it was never a question as to whether he did it or not it was whether he would get death or not. I was torn I felt like he should get death but I didn't want him to. But it ended up not mattering when he got death, he killed himself. I knew at that point he had started the sacraments but I never thought I would be one.
I jerked awake in bed I had been running from zombies again it was a very good dream but when I turned a corner I slammed into a chest and the familiar scent of sweat, oak, and iron filled my head. Hands gripped my shoulders and The Order symbol fell over my vision I swooned and woke up breathing hard, crushed against my wall. Its normal for me to dream of him but his scent has been lingering for a few nights now. I sat up and looked at my phone it was two I had only gotten an hour of sleep. A walk in the fields around my house should get me tired enough to sleep for the rest of the night and calm my heartbeat. I put on a hoodie and pulled my hiking boots on making sure to be quiet as I waved to my father who sat at the kitchen table, he had insomnia. He told me to be careful, I nodded putting in my earbuds and heading for the gate. The night was calm and dark a few coyotes howled in the distance but my English Shepard's bark kept them in place. My music blared and I took no notice of boots breaking twigs behind me. I stopped and sniffed the air the smell from my dream was coming back. I took out my earbuds and looked around a shadow disappeared behind a tree, I froze my body tightened and I heightened my pace heading back towards the house. A hand shot out suddenly from the dark and a cup was forced to my lips making me swallow a thick wine like liquid that made me feel heavy and tired. Before I slipped into blackness I heard a mumble.
"Sleep now innocent one you shall be kept."
And the 14th the innocent one shall be preserved in the holy place (a cellar under the mass rocks in the forest world) her body will remain pure and innocent to keep the mother alive no harm must befall this sacrament except for the drawing of the pure blood, no spoil shall ruin her virgin form
I vaguely remember some things about what happened. I remember feeling dirt under my body and seeing The Orders symbol drawn around me, rough hands pulling off my clothes and then pain deep throbbing horrible pain as something was carved along my most inner thighs and then the circle glowing. I can still recall feeling exposed and horrible and confused as those same hands that cut me gently lay my legs back together and covering me with a white blanket. My head was lifted and more drink was poured down my throat but I welcomed it the numbing sedative made the pain go away and my eyes closed, for good.
That was a few months ago and now I'm sitting on the couch with Henry listening to what he had to go through. This was a weekly thing now we would both settle down in his new apartment in the living room and he would talk to me about everything that had happened to him in his life. We were very close friends. Eileen lived in room 303 Little Walter visited her frequently while Cynthia and Richard shared his room, that relationship was violent. Jasper stayed in the Wish house or slept over at Henry's. Andrew well he wondered around. Joseph preferred his apartment at the bottom of the spiral staircase. On dark nights when creatures found their way into the building everyone took refuge at 302 the pretty flowered wall and working television was often home to the sacraments. Walter stayed in the back room where his body was, his body never talked and walked around the apartment building. If it seen me it would follow me staying a few feet away but never letting me near it completely, like a puppy. But ghost Walter stayed in that room never coming out unless there was a big group of creatures that needed taking care of. But no one ever really wanted to see him except me I would burst in his room and ask if he wanted some dinner or to tell him we needed him.
"If I had killed him none of this would be happening, I mean maybe everyone's souls would be free." Henry sighed and fell deeper into the couch.
"Babe, even if you did I don't think they would be free I mean at least now they're sane. From what you've told me before it sounds like they were lost."
"But maybe I could have gotten out and contacted a preacher or something to help them."
"You don't know all that much about Silent Hill, only what Joseph has told you. Silent Hill is a twisted paradise that gives those who support it a kind of serenity, like Walter getting his 'mother', but you have to go through and commit a whole lotta hell."
"I know what he went through during his childhood but I mean was he ever normal? Couldn't he have been happy and lived a normal life?"
"Ya, he was a college student once I met him."
"Is that how he got to you?"
"I think so."
We stopped there and headed for 302, tonight everyone was gathering there to eat and watch a movie. I opened the door and Little Walter came running up and tugged on my pants holding out a sketch book. I took it and seen that he had drawn his pink stuffed bunny.
"Aw, it's so cute!" I knelt down and hugged him.
I don't know how someone this cute and innocent, this sweet could become the socially rejected killer that stayed in the room down the hall. I loved Little Walter we all did, well Richard didn't he still thought he was a little punk. Eileen made sure he didn't learn anything about the cult she was teaching him about God right now and other things. He was an excellent little reader and was quiet, so adorable. Others were there and were seated around the living room it grew to accommodate all of us and even added an extra couch. Pizza boxes laid on the counter me and Henry took some slices and sat down to watch the movie. It was my turn and I couldn't help myself I had to pick a Disney movie, Alice in wonderland. Henry got a good laugh when I told him.
"Wish I had fallen into a rabbit hole instead of a freaky red portal."
I smiled, "has anyone asked if-"
Cynthia cut me off, "no, we haven't I'm not going down that hallway."
She moved closer to Richard. Cynthia wouldn't even go to the bathroom without someone standing outside the door. I got up and started for the hallway.
"I don't see why you want to talk to that bastard." Richard grunted.
"I'm trying to be nice."
"Trying to be nice, huh? Was he nice when he-"
Eileen threw a pillow and shushed him little Walter now looked confused. I turned and continued down the hall stopping at the wall and tapping on it. No answer came. I pushed open the small door and walked in. I was greeted with complete blackness; I moved forward a little and tripped over something short falling on a soft body.
"What?" it asked tiredly.
"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?"
The body shifted and I sat up on the small bed. I moved my hands to see if I could find him and my hand ran against a face. I could feel scruff and high cheek bones I moved the hair off his forehead.
"I'll let you sleep but I came to ask if you wanted some pizza, have you eaten anything today?"
"No, I guess I should eat something."
"Want anything to drink?"
"Um, water."
"Be back in a sec."
I walked out the door and back into the living room everyone stared at me while I got the water and a couple pieces of pizza.
"How can you go in there?" Jasper stuttered.
I shrugged, "like I said just trying to be nice."
I walked back in cautiously and found that a desk light had been turned on by the bed.
"Here you go."
I handed him his food and water he mumbled a thank you. I looked at him and seen that he was still wearing the blue overcoat.
"Do you ever take that off?"
He shook his head I looked down not even his shoes were off. I shook my head and sat down by him.
"You should start sleeping in pajamas or boxers or something it's a lot more comfortable."
"If I sleep in my clothes I'm prepared if I need to go."
"Go where? You're not in the wish house anymore and we rarely need you to get monsters."
He had already finished a slice, "why do you care."
"Someone has to take care of you."
"Mother does that."
I smiled I could see a bit of innocent and oblivious Little Walter in him he turned to me and his brows knitted together like they do when he's thinking hard.
"Your mom would want you to be comfortable."
He stopped chewing and looked at me with big green eyes, "really?"
"Yes!"
His mouth twitched into a small smile, he sat his pizza down.
"Just take your jacket off for now."
He started to but was fumbling with the buttons he hadn't taken it off in so long. I reached out and started to undo them revealing a tattered white t-shirt underneath. I pushed it off his arms and folded it.
"I'm gonna wash this for you, ok."
"Ok, thank you."
"And take your shoes off too."
He nearly pouted but pulled them off and tossed them in a corner. He practically inhaled the other slice and laid back down I walked over and stood over him.
"Are you going back to bed?"
"Yes."
I again moved the hair from his forehead and paused smiling down at him, "good night, and sweet dreams."
I turned the light off and walked out and opened the laundry door to toss his coat in. I sat down with the others and watched Alice in Wonderland. Right now she was drowning in her own tears.
"You know what I miss about the old days?" Richard said suddenly.
"What?"
"Getting shit faced."
Almost everyone gave a groan of longing as well.
Jasper was next, "I miss my car and books."
Henry, "I miss the sun."
Eileen, "I miss my friends."
Joseph, "I miss reporting."
I smiled, "I miss a lot of things but I miss writing the most."
"You can still write." Henry encouraged.
"No, I had a cute little laptop back at home and the only computer I can find here is that old crappy one that doesn't turn on down stairs."
"I miss my short hair." Cynthia added touching her mass bun that held all of her hair together.
"Same here." Richard combed his fingers through his.
The night went on like that and when Alice was over Little Walter decided to go home with Eileen. Eileen told him he had to go tell Walter but he was reluctant Little Walter didn't like him very much.
"He's asleep anyway, Cutie. I'll tell him when he wakes up I think I'm going to stay here and let Jasper have the couch."
"Are you sure?" Henry asked, "I can sleep in the floor and you can have the bed."
"Nah, I'm just gonna stay here I'm tired."
When everyone was gone I got up and started the washer picking out random weird things from Walter's pockets. I yawned and ended up falling asleep on the couch I woke up to the sound of rummaging in the fridge. I sat up and seen Walter taking out some left over pizza.
"Do you wait for everyone to leave before you come out?"
He jumped at the sound of my voice, I scared Walter Sullivan.
"Yes, do you want a piece?"
I nodded and held out my hands like a child, not wanting to leave the warm solitude of the cocoon I had created with blankets. Wait, blankets? Walter walked over and handed me a slice.
"Did you give me the blanket?"
"Yes, you seemed cold."
"Thanks, Hun."
I moved my legs and beckoned him to sit with me he sat the pizza box down on the counter and instead of sitting where I had patted he chose to sit up against the arm of the couch. I could see goose bumps on his arms and he was shivering. I held open the blanket I had wrapped around myself out to him. He gave me a confused look.
"Come here." I rolled my eyes.
Walter moved closer slowly and when he was by me I put part of the large blanket around him and moved to where our arms and legs were touching. Both of us wrapped in this blanket his body was tense.
"Relax I'm not gonna rape you."
That actually got him to laugh a little and he did relax. We sat there for a while just watching TV but I was starting to get uncomfortable this was an awkward position.
"I'm getting uncomfortable here move this way."
I pulled him down with me and wrapped an arm around his chest; my back was pressed against the couch and he had no choice but to let me cuddle him because he was on the edge. I rested my chin on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. He shivered and his hands came up to touch my arm rubbing it lightly.
"I've never been held." He whispered after a few minutes.
"If you ever need me to do this for you I will."
I don't know what's wrong with me, what am I doing? This man killed 21 people or more including me. He took my life it wasn't a violent death it was quiet and gentle for the most part. I didn't go through the torture like everyone else I knew deep down I hated him, I had to. But I wasn't a hateful person I hated to hate maybe that was why I am so nice to him. When I looked at Little Walter I could see the confusion and the undying love for simple things like his mother or the stuffed bunny Eileen had given him. But when you look at Walter you can see pain and longing for things that he was rejected during childhood. The Order was a horrible thing that had ruined so many lives it was a chain reaction, Walter's life was ruined and in turn he ruined others.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" he asked shyly.
I was pulled out of my thoughts, "of course."
"Thank you."
He relaxed and timidly rubbed my arm it was putting me to sleep but before I could I felt his body grow heavier and his breathing deepened. I matched our breathing patterns and soon I fell asleep too. I had a random dream about pink bunnies and pizza slices. I didn't know how long I had been asleep but when I opened my eyes I didn't see the familiar gray sun shining through the windows. I felt warm breath on my face and faced it to find Walter. He must have turned over and now our noses brushed. I stared at him smiling at how innocent he looked when he slept but his eyes slit open, I guess he can tell when someone's watching him.
"How long have you been awake?"
"I've only been awake for a few minutes."
"This couch is getting uncomfortable."
"You want to go sleep in your bed?"
He nodded and I followed him into his room he sat on the bed with an awkward face. I smirked I had a plan. Gathering up my courage I glomped him and we fell to the bed with me on top and him smothered beneath me. I made a roar noise nuzzling our faces together. Instead of being angry like I anticipated he laughed, an actual big laugh that made him shake.
"You need to laugh more often it's cute."
He blushed, "um, how are we going to sleep?"
I turned out the desk light and pulled him down and maneuvered him to where his head lay on my chest.
"Are you comfortable?"
He nodded and put an arm around my waist his breathing going back to its normal sleeping pattern. I fell asleep soon after and woke up to knocking on the door a few hours later. I got up gently and went to the door yawning. When I opened the door Henry barged in and looked me over.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine why?"
"Did Walter hurt you?"
"No, is there a point to any of this?"
Henry leaned over and sniffed me before pulling away and eyeing me suspiciously.
"You smell like iron I've been close enough to Walter know what he reeks of."
"He doesn't smell bad."
Henry went wide eyed and put his hands to his head, "oh my God! You didn't please, please tell me you didn't!"
"Didn't do what?"
"Fuck him!"
"NO!"
The door at the end of the hallway creaked open; Henry pulled me into the laundry room.
"Don't you dare start becoming his friend he is a monster, Little Walter isn't but he is."
"Henry." I begged.
"No, you weren't there you weren't there when he killed Cynthia, or Richard, or when Jasper burned to death! You didn't see him create a disfigured monster, you weren't chased by him through fucked up worlds!"
I had never seen this side of Henry before, his repressed rage seemed to burst out. Taking a few deep breaths he seemed to calm down.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, ok?"
"Walter couldn't hurt me even if he wanted to."
"When are you going to hate him, it irritates me how you can treat him so normal."
I sighed, "You're right I didn't die like you guys it wasn't violent for me it was more ritualistic I have the scar to prove the pain I went through. But I can't hate him I don't like to hate people, Henry."
"If you had to hate anyone hate him." Henry growled.
He opened the door and walked to the fridge grabbing the pizza box he turned back to me.
"Come on me and Jas are watching TV want to join?"
"Sure."
I spent the morning with Jas and Henry but went back to room 302 to check on Walter's coat. When I opened the door Walter, who was sitting on the couch, jumped. I couldn't help but laugh at how he reacted.
"I thought you were someone else." He tried to cover up the jump.
"Why not just try to get them comfortable around you?"
"They hate me like everyone else did, except mother."
"Well, if you apologized-"
"I did nothing wrong." He snapped.
I put my hands up, "ok, ok."
After putting his coat in the dryer I sat by him on the couch.
"So, what are you doing today?" He asked.
"I'm going into town."
"You won't be doing anything dangerous right? Because I can't let anything bad happen to you."
"No, I'm just going to be studying with Vincent in the archive." I bit my lip I was lying to him after studying I was going to have a hide and seek contest with pyramid head.
He shivered, "I never liked Vincent."
"I love Vincent he's hilarious."
"You're with him I thought you and Henry-"
"What? No, I'm not with anyone Vincent is a little too creepy and his teeth are disturbing. And Henry likes Eileen."
"So you don't mean in love?"
"Nope, but me and Cynthia are totally in love."
Walter looked horrified and went to say something but I laughed.
"Calm down I'm just joking."
"You're terrible." He shook his head.
I put my arms around him, "But, Waaaaaalllllltttteeeerrr."
"Are you whining at me?"
"Yes."
He smiled, "you should hurry to town."
"Bye, your coats in the dryer take it out when the timer goes off."
He nodded.
When I got to the archives Vincent was already there waiting for me, "Hiya Delilah."
"Hey Vincent what are we doing today?"
"Well, since your part of the 21 sacraments if thought we could cover that."
"Thank you for reminding me." I rolled my eyes.
He laughed, "Oh, at least you've made that psycho happy."
I paused for a few seconds and went over that in my mind. The state of being of the other sacraments didn't matter after death except for mine.
"You know about the 21 sacraments right?"
"Of course I'm the priest I have to know all the rituals."
"And I'm the innocent one right?"
"Yes."
"But what would happen if I wasn't innocent anymore?"
Vincent sat on the chair for a moment before walking to a bookshelf and mumbled while scanning the books. He pulled one off the shelf and flipped through the pages before smirking.
"Well, I'm surprised Walter lets you walk around freely. If you lost your virgin form his world will come crashing down. It seems you are the only thing keeping it from descending into total chaos."
"So, I could ruin everything for him."
Vincent eyed me and jokingly he stroked my leg, "you want to ruin everything for him? I can help."
"Oh, Vincent this is all happening so fast!" I mocked, "Take me!"
I threw myself at him and him being a skinny stick we toppled over and on to the floor.
"Well, this is awkward." He pushed me off and held me to the floor by my wrists.
"What are you doing?" I laughed.
He shrugged and got closer, "it has to be so frustrating doesn't it? You thought maintaining your virginity would keep you in a pure state when it really doomed you."
I didn't answer but looked away making him laugh.
"Do you miss them; parents, friends, your boyfriend. You were so close to losing it weren't you? You were even thinking about letting him take you."
I bit my tongue, he was a weirdo but he could read people like a book. Again he laughed and I looked up at him I seen my reflection in his glasses. My eyes looked dead and my expression held nothing but sorrow slowly his grin turned to a frown.
"God would like you, I'm sure if you agreed to worship her she could let you return to your body. Unlike the others you're just a soul not a ghost."
I smiled, "Thank you now could you let me go?"
"Certainly now let's start study time."
It was a few hours after study time and I was hiding in one of the padded rooms of the hospital out of breath. The nurse beside me was crying if she didn't shut up soon I may have to kill her, Pyramid head was going to hear. I heard scraping of the unmistakable knife coming down the stairs. The nurse beside me panicked and ran out. Next thing I knew the door was thrown open and there stood pyramid head, tall, built, and menacing. Taking a chance I ran under his legs and up the stairs coming on the first floor I ran out the front door only to have something jump down in front of me from the roof. I screamed and fell back pyramid head reached down and lifted me up by my ankle.
"Dammit you win again!" I screamed.
His shoulders shook as if he was laughing and started walking towards the apartment building. Since it was dark I guess he didn't want me running around. Especially since the rival to the Order (The Cult) were starting to roam around. When he walked in Eileen who was sitting with little Walter freaked out. She grabbed him and ran up the stairs screaming for Walter. Henry came bursting through the door with a hatchet followed by Walter with a stick.
"Hi guys!" I waved.
Henry dropped the hatchet and started laughing, "I thought you were gonna be eaten, you bitch!"
"No! We do this every weekend! It's hide and seek."
Walter on the other hand didn't look happy for once he looked pissed.
"Put her down." He told Pyramid Head firmly.
PH hesitated but sat me down gently and patted my head before walking out. Being the innocent one has its perks with judgment figures.
"Go upstairs."
"I was going to-"
"Now!"
My eyes widened and Henry turned and walked back up the stairs so fast I didn't even realize he had left. Walter was glaring at me now. I got up and made for the stairs followed quickly by Walter who had a hand on my shoulder.
"You told me you wouldn't be doing anything dangerous."
"I didn't, me and PH have had this going since I first got here."
'Well, it stops now."
"What? No!"
"Yes."
"Why?"
His hand tightened, "because if anything happened to you it would hurt mother."
I sighed, "Can I at least still study with Vincent."
"I don't trust him."
"He's a priest!"
By this time we had made it to 302 and he steered me in. When I walked in I was welcomed by the smell of bleach and soap.
"What were you doing in here it smells weird?"
He blushed now and mumbled something intelligible before turning around and walking down the hall.
"What?"
"I was trying to clean the bathroom so I could . . . shower."
I peeked in the room and seen that it wasn't clean at all bloodstains still covered the tub and all the debris was still on the floor.
"I think you made it worse." I laughed.
His blush deepened, "I don't know how to clean."
"I can do it for you since I lied to you and I'm sorry about that."
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, I don't normally yell."
My head shot towards him I couldn't believe he had just said sorry to me. Now I was going to do a damn good job on the bathroom. Taking off my jacket I got to work picking up the big chunks of concrete and throwing it in the hall to throw it out the window into the dumpster. I looked at the Halo of the Sun symbol on the wall and smiled, I loved that symbol it as beautiful. But it needed to go. I went to the utilities room and grabbed a can of spray paint and some bathroom cleaner. It was a good thing Henry was a clean freak and kept a lot of different brands. After I covered up the symbol I started scrubbing the bathtub and turned on the shower head until all the blood that had built up in it was gone and instead a stream of warm clean water came out.
"Ok, I think it's done."
I stepped into is room and the smell of decay and rotting hung in the air. He had the ceiling light on and I could see that he hadn't really made this a room all the blood and body parts were still stuck in the fridge.
"What the hell?"
He was sitting at the table with the black bowl and white oil, "what?"
"I'm cleaning your room."
"It does need cleaned doesn't it?"
"No, it needs to be disinfected and cleaned out and just a lot."
He smiled and picked up everything he had used to first open the world with his body into a trash can.
"Is the bathroom ready?"
"Yep, don't forget to wash behind your ears."
I heard the shower start and I picked up the room throwing anything that was rotten out the window to the dumpster. I scrubbed of the table and counter, the air was starting to get light and smell better. After a while the shelves were cleaned off but I didn't know if Walter still wanted the stuff in the fridge.
"Walter do you want the stuff in the fridge?" I yelled over the sound of water.
His head and torso popped up from behind the shower curtain, "no, get rid of it all."
My eyes grew a little as I stared at him, damn, he looked good. Water dripped off the ends of his hair and with all the grime gone from his face he looked amazing.
"Um, do you need anything else?" he was blushing again.
I smirked; oh this was going to be fun.
"Need any help in there sexy?" I winked.
"Get outta here!" a shampoo bottle flew out of shower missing my head by inches.
I laughed and walked back into his room flopping on the bed I decided to rest. I dozed off and woke up to someone poking my back. I turned my head seen him standing over me with a towel around his waist.
"Can you help me find some clothes?"
I nodded and walked into a random old apartment, "Ya, Henry said he seen some old clothes in here."
I grabbed a box and dug through it finding a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans.
"You'll look quite fetching in these."
"Thanks."