This chapter has a bit of Mature content. Such as blood letting. I love to go a little to into details in the murder scenes and there are a couple in this story. Anyway seriously graffic. LOTS OF BLOOD.
Amelia and Mr. Crimson slept in the same room. Mr. Crimson stayed for a week while waiting for Sarah to finish her research on immortals. School was starting in a few weeks and that meant that she had to clear out the excess materiel copying it onto her computer and what not. She, like all the other times school started since her parents murder, locked herself in her room to finish the work. Unlike the others she worked on an entirely new project as she finished it up.
On the seventh day Sarah finished up her room was now completely spotless. No more teetering stacks of papers and books. The room was empty of her research all of it down loaded onto her computer. She leaned over the laptop the keys tapping and the files hanging from the her neck. Someone knocked on the door.
She looked over at it and decided to implement her plan now. Taking her laptop she crept quietly over to her closet climbed up and into the vent shaft where she'd hidden her backpack. She unzipped her backpack put her laptop inside and pulled out a map of the house she studied it for a moment then began her journey. She then quietly began pushing her backpack and herself out toward the place where she knew the shafts slanted down allowing her to slide out of the house.
She was over the living room when Mr. Crimson caught onto her. She was able to see it as she peered out of one of the vents. Aunt Amelia was standing on the opposite side of the room looking crestfallen. Sarah almost had second thoughts, but that's when Mr. Crimson came into view. Aunt Amelia looked up at him as he came toward her. He had a menacing air and was right in front of Amelia before either she or Sarah could blink. Mr. Crimson grabbed her throat clutching it tightly. Aunt Amelia choked, gripping at his elbow trying to pry him off them the pulled at the fingers gripping her throat.
"What's the... matter?" she managed to choke out.
"Where is she?" Mr. Crimson asked.
"In... her room," her voice crack on the word room.
"No she's not," Mr. Crimson growled.
"I don't know where she is then." Amelia gasped and choked out each word as if it were true torture.
"I don't believe you," Mr. Crimson growled.
"She must have heard us talking or remembered you from her parents murder," aunt Amelia fought to keep her air ways open. Sarah held her mouth in horror she felt her eyes pull wide open. As Mr. Crimson nodded he loosened his grip slightly still holding her firm.
"Yes," he said softly deathly quiet. "I hadn't thought about that." He nodded to himself.
Then he turned back to aunt Amelia. He lifted her by her throat. "I suppose that means I no longer need you." He tightened his grip, and he was choking her. She made choking gagging noised kicking the air. Mr. Crimson moved her to the wall opposite of Sarah and Sarah watched as he aunt's eyes rolled back in her head saliva poured from her open mouth. Then it seemed that her throat opened up. Bright red blood spilled out over 's hand pattering to the floor a tiny bit splashed the wall behind her, aunt Amelia was still twitching when let her fall to the floor She lay on the floor twitching eyes rolled back into her head. Sarah wanted to scream to cut Mr. Crimson into pieces, as she watched her last family member die on the floor.
Sarah shook her head tears falling down her face in waterfalls she crept through the shafts till she was outside the house and then she was running her backpack slung over her shoulder. She was still crying when the sun finally came up.
Czes suck his head around the corner. He made sure the cost was clear of Isaac, Miria, Ennis or Firo. When he was sure he stepped out of his room and into the hall before heading down stairs with his backpack. He snuck out of the house, and into the cold night air he wasn't sure what he'd find but he knew what he was looking for...
Someone like him.
