I know its been way to long, but I have been sick. I will put up another chapter tonight, but here his something to wet you appetite. I know its quite short, but Ipromise something longer this very evening. Thanks for all the lovely reviews.
William
Chapter VI
House seldom failed to save the lives that where put in his hands to save. The few times someone died, he worked around the clock to find the reason for their death, and more often than not he solved the riddle and that was the all he cared about.
But standing there with the dead child in his hands, unable to bring it back to life, he already knew what had killed it, the cruelty of men, or more precisely, starvation. Last time he had held a dead baby, he felt little of the loss that is more strong then ever when such a small life is lost, but then he had the riddle to solve and the child was a big piece of that puzzle, its death had a reason. This time everything seemed so meaningless. And he felt something break inside his head, like an egg cracking open.
He started to sob violently, rocking the child in his arms, like a father trying to keep his child asleep.
After some time he started looking around the room till he found what he was looking for, a woman that had recently given birth. A spike went threw her heart, but the rest of her body was so mangled and twisted that he doubted that was the reason for her death.
Laying the body of the small one gently on the floor, he untangled and straightened the woman up, removed the spike and gently stroked her hair. The he laid the child on his mother's bosom, putting her arms around him, making her able to hug her child forever.
"At least he will be your baby forever and ever", he whispered softly.
Samantha came stand beside him.
"At least she never had to feel the pain of her child's death."
They stood in silence for a minute or two, before House abruptly started walking to the door. "We can't stay around moping all day, can we?"
Reaching the door, he pulled the handle expecting it to be closed, but was proved wrong when the door slid open, with the sound of silence only a freshly oiled door can produce. He signaled Samantha to stay where she was, and silently moved through the open door.
The hallway outside was painted in a hideous brownish colour, and the paintjob was badly done. Splatter and stains. He walked slowly forward, hoping he would find the house abandoned, when a mauve handprint caught his eye, everything inside his mind clicked at once and he realized with disgust that the walls were covered almost entirely in congealed blood.
He heaved violently, producing no more than spittle, before continuing forward, trying hard to ignore his bare feet shuffling forward in blood and dry patches of vomit.
Finally, he reached a door, and he put his ear to it, trying to listen if there were anyone behind. Long he stood; growing more and more certain that no one was there. His mind was so concentrated on the other side of the door, that it took quite some time before he noticed the footsteps approaching him from behind.
When he finally heard, he quickly realized it was the steps of two grown men, large and heavy, making every floorboard they stepped on creak and groan. Slowly they came closer and closer. House dared not move, hoping like a child that if he did not see them, maybe they did not see him. It was after all somewhat dark. His hopes died when a hand reached out, and clasped around his shoulder.
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