Whoa...what even happened last chapter? I'm sure some of you completely hate me right now. I cant say I'm all that sorry...there really isn't anything to be sorry for. Ehe...except for the fact it was THE SHORTEST chapter so far. Which bothers me...Usually I would be okay with around 2,000 words but this time that is not the case. Just...I don't even know. It's just really bothering. But you guys seem to like it either way. So thank you!

And I bet some of you guys are like 'Where's the Dennor! Why haven't they made out yet? You said there would be Dennor I see none!' There is some...if you squint.

That doesn't mean there's never going to be some...there MIGHT be some. Who am I kidding there's gonna be Dennor. Of course, this story isn't all about the ships.

I mean romance isn't exactly the main theme here. Nowhere near it, actually. Cough cough horror couch cough supernatural cough cough.

But I'm sure that's just me being paranoid or something...ehe.

Any way...sorry I didn't update yesterday. I didn't write enough at school and what I did write just overall sucked. It didn't even make sense I swear to God I was about to throw my notebook across the room at the substitute. Ehe...

Okay well enough of me talking! You aren't here for my theatrics, but a story! (Although I am amusing. You know you love me.)

Enjoy!

Warning: Suicide.

~Faygo

The last thing he saw was blood pooling on the floor beside his head.

Chapter Four

Mathias had a strange dream that night. There was a woman running, holding a baby in her arms. She was frantic, and was constantly looking behind her. In her right hand she held a knife, completely coated with fresh blood. There was a large gash on her cheek, and blood was pouring out of the wound. The blood on the blanket wrapped around the baby, he hoped was from the blood on her cheek. He hoped...She was crying, but no sounds escaped her. The baby neither made a sound. The only thing to be heard was her footsteps as she ran. Mathias ran after her, trying to catch up. But she was fast, faster than him. And soon she was out of the large double doors at the entrance. He stopped, and waited, hoping to see what had been chasing her. Three men and two women came running down the way the woman had come, shouting and crying. Their franticness worried him, and soon they had stopped at the doors. One of the women fell to her knees, sobs racking her body. Two of the men continued out the door while the remaining three tried to comfort each other. Mathias tried to ask them what was going on, but his voice wouldn't work. Couldn't work. So he watched as they all broke down, their screams of agony filling the silence. Then he wasn't with them any more.

He was outside, standing near the edge of a cliff, looking at the same woman who had run out of the building. She stood at the edge, clutching the baby like a life line. She had lost the knife, and now he could hear her and the babies cries. Tears streamed down her face as she attempted to comfort the small child, but failed. She tried singing, but the words caught in her throat. As she took a step closer to the edge, the two men who had gone after her appeared. They began yelling at her, telling her to come over to them, to step away from the edge, to hand over the baby. She stared at them, her cries quieting. She held the baby closer to her chest, and turned towards the edge of the cliff. The men started running, but she had already took a step over the edge. The men came to a halt, but Mathias couldn't help but look over the edge to see what had become of the woman and her child. All he could see was a river, slowly flowing forward. He could feel his throat close up, and he had to step back. He looked back at the two men, who had already started running back. He stared after them. He could understand what they might have been feeling. Helplessness. They had tried to go after her, to help her, but they had failed. It was too late, and now two lives were lost. Just because they couldn't run fast enough.

The world began closing around him. He stumbled forward, reaching for something to grab onto to. Darkness completely filled his vision, and he soon felt like he was falling. He held his breath, ready for impact, and just when he felt he was about to hit the ground, everything turned white, and soon he was awake, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He was covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. The bed was cold. And a body empty. Light streamed in through the window, and he had to shield his eyes for a moment before he could sit up. He glanced around the room. He felt the bed for Lukas, even though he knew he wasn't there. Sighing, he got up off the bed and stumbled through the remaining boxes and out of the room. The house was eerily silent. He walked towards the bathroom, rubbing his head as a headache began to form. But he stopped when he noticed a mold starting to form on the wall. He stared at it, trying to understand how it had gotten there so fast, why it was even there in the first place. But he soon walked past it, brushing it off. Maybe he was just imagining things...hopefully...

But another thing made him stop in his tracks. There was a certain smell that made him cringe. He turned back around and walked back down the hallway, trying to figure out just what the smell was. But then it hit him. Blood. It was the smell of blood. He glanced in Emil's room to see the boy fast asleep, clutching the puffin doll like a...life line. He pushed back the dream, and continued, checking every room he passed to find nothing. But then there was the stairs. On almost every step, there was blood. On the wall where the stairs turned, blood was smeared across the wall. He almost fell down the stairs himself. But he took slow, tentative steps down. He knew what he was going to see when he reached the bottom of the stairs, but he tried to ignore it. Who knows? Maybe it was just a joke...a prank. A horrible, very realistic...prank. Yeah. A prank. It was a prank. Lukas was just pulling a prank on him, and in a minute he would jump up from the pool of blood laughing, boasting about how great of a prankster he was, and that he had totally fooled him. Yeah...

With wobbly legs, he walked to the nearest phone and called 911. Soon there were two police officers and Lukas was quickly carried out on a stretcher, and taken on an ambulance back to the hospital. Mathias had gone back upstairs as they had taken him out to get Emil, who was surely awake at this point. But Emil was already standing at the top of the stairs, staring in horror at the sight before him. Emil looked at him. He looked back.

"Mommy..." Emil said, gripping the puffin doll so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Mommy.

The clock was too loud. He glanced over at the clock. The hands moved in sync with every tick. It was too loud. The ticking was far too loud. It was breaking the silence. Tearing it, ripping through it. He needed silence. Absolute silence. The clock was ruining it. Ruining his needed silence. He stood and walked over to his desk. He grabbed the clock and flipped it over. He took the back off, revealing the batteries. He took them out and set them on his desk then set the clock down beside them. He walked over to a T.V set up in the corner of room. He took out the DVD holding Emil's first interview. He put the DVD in, and pressed play.

The video was completely distorted. It would go from static, to black, to white, then to Emil before repeating. But the sounds that emitted from the speakers were horrible. White noise mixed with screaming. The pain behind the screams made him want to pause the video, but he had to keep going. Keep watching it. It wasn't the first time he had heard it. He needed to keep watching. And whenever it cut to Emil, there was the sound of a woman sobbing, before her screams mixed with the rest. And repeat...This was the third time he had watched it, and every time the screaming would get louder. And louder...And louder...

He grabbed the remote and pressed pause. This was the one moment...At one second during the whole video, a certain image would appear. It was of a woman, holding the corpse of a baby. Her hair would be matted with blood, and her flesh with every time he watched it, would be even more rotted and foul. She would be smiling, as if she was posing for a picture. He stared at it noting the slight differences from the last time he watched it, and pressed play.

The doctor knew one thing.

It was time to see Emil again.

A coma. Lukas was in a coma. The words hit Mathias like a freight train, and he had to steady himself so he didn't fall over. And there was one more thing, they told him. He wasn't expected to be waking up any time soon. It could take months, the doctors had said for him to stir. And even if he did wake up from this coma, it was very unlikely for him to be the same as he was before. The doctors told him to prepare for the worst. But then they had ushered him and Emil out, and they soon went back to the house. The blood was gone, and all that was left to give anyone evidence of what had happened were the light brown stains on the stairs and walls that weren't going to be coming out any time soon. He and Emil sat down at the table, and they stared at each other, neither daring to talk, to break the silence. Emil held the puffin doll to his chest, and Mathias propped his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the table.

"Tell me about Mommy." Mathias said finally, making Emil jump at the sound of his voice.

"What?"

"Tell me about Mommy," Mathias repeated, "Do you know her name? How old she is? You know, the basics. Things kids should know about their moms and stuff."

Emil shook his head. "I cant tell you."

"Why not?"
"Because I don't know."

Mathias was taken aback. If Mommy was only a part of Emil's imagination, wouldn't he know those things? He would've been the one to have made them up...but...maybe...he just never bothered...

"So...you don't know any thing about her?"

Emil looked at him questioningly. "And that's supposed to be a problem?"

"Well...no. I guess not."
"Then don't pry."
"I wasn't...I wasn't prying. I just wanted to know a little about her."

Emil scoffed. "Even if I did know, Mommy wouldn't let me tell you." Emil paused, and glanced down at the puffin doll. "She doesn't like you. And she doesn't like Lukas. She hates you two. That's why she pushed him."

Mathias froze. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"She's mad..." Emil said, sighing heavily. Almost in defeat. "He didn't do...so she's very mad..."

Mathias could feel tears prick at his eyes. "She tried to kill him?" His voice had gone slightly hoarse.

Emil nodded. "She might even try again." He smiled, showing off his unnaturally white teeth. Not the teeth of someone who spent three years in the woods. "She might even try again." He repeated, his voice teasing.

"Go to your room." Mathias said, his voice cracking.

Emil stood, and walked out. Leaving Mathias alone in the kitchen, at the table. Mathias stared in front of him, at the emptiness of it all. He heard Emil's footsteps up the stairs, and then the slam of the door, signalling that he was in his room.

Pushed. Lukas was pushed. By a figment of Emil's imagination. But...just how imaginary was she?

Mathias let the tears fall.

The doorbell rang. Mathias looked up from Lukas' notebook. The one that held the book he had been trying to write. He sighed, before setting down the notebook, and slowly rose from the couch. He walked over to the door, and slowly opened it. Emil's doctor stood there, a box tucked under his arm at his side. He looked tired, but there was a smile on his face.

"What?" Mathias asked, angry that the doctor could look so happy.

"I found this. At the police station." He held the box out in front of him.

A box. Emil's doctor had found a box. Oh how exciting...why don't they celebrate it on Caprisun and chocolate chip cookies?

"This...this could be something about Mommy. Open it." The doctor said, shaking the box a bit.

Mathias reached over and grabbed the box. He walked back over to the couch, and motioned for the doctor to follow. He set the box down on the coffee table, and sat down on the floor. The doctor sat beside him.

"What's in it?" He asked.

"Open it." The doctor repeated, his voice sounding eager.

He grabbed the lid, and took it off before setting it to the side. There was a bag with something inside it. But he couldn't tell what it was.

"What is this?"
"Bones."

Mathias pushed the box away immediately. "Bones. You came to show me bones?"

"I haven't told you the story yet."
"What story?"
"The story of Julia Moores."

Mathias' eyes snapped over to the bones. They had been browned and broken down from years of decay. Those were the last remnants of whoever owned them.

"Tell me the story." He said, his voice blank.

"Julia Moores was a lady around her mid-thirties in the early 1900's, around the time mental facilities were more common, and more brutal. She was...let's just say she wasn't right in the head. She had killed ten people. Shot them, beheaded them, cut off their limbs, and then ate them. She was a master at her game, until she was caught. She had just captured her next victim, but they had escaped and ran to the police station, but died soon later on from their injuries. But not before he could tell them where she was, and who she was. They soon caught her, and things just went downhill from there."

"They didn't bother sending her to jail, knowing what would happen to her, and what could possibly happen to other inmates. What would most likely happen to the other inmates. What they knew would happen. They decided to send her to Saint Margaret's Mental House. They expected for her to live out the rest of her days there in peace, never to disturb the public again. They thought they had ridden of the monster that was Julia Moores."

"But that wasn't the case. It only made her even more angry, and more dangerous. She attacked nurses, doctors, and other patients. She even killed a few patients, some of the older ones, and some of the children patients in her rage. But there was something that they didn't know about her. She was pregnant. And when she gave birth, they immediately took the baby away from her, in fear she would kill it on the spot. But she didn't like that. It only made her more angry. And more determined to escape."

"So late at night, while all the patients were sleeping, and the nurses and doctors were groggy from the long day of work, she kidnapped the baby and stole a knife from the kitchen. Any one who got in her way, she killed. Finally she was able to escape, and headed straight for the woods with one goal in mind: Get away. They all knew where she was going. She had been talking about it to some of the other patients. She was heading for the cliff."

His dream. That was...that was his dream. The doctor was talking about his dream. Mathias felt dizzy for a moment, and had to grab onto the table for support.

"They ran after her, but she was too fast. When the finally caught up, she had already jumped over the cliff with the child in her arms. She and the child instantly died, falling into the river after hitting a branch on the way down. And those, are the remnants of the baby. It had been hanging from the branch. The blanket had snagged onto it. The mothers remains are still missing. I doubt any one would try to look for them. No one has."

Mathias felt someone staring at him. He looked up at the stairs.

Emil stood there, holding the puffin doll to his chest. He smiled and waved, before walking back into the hallway. Mathias felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"So...what about Mommy? How does this have anything to do with her?" Mathias asked, turning back to the doctor.

"I'm saying that Mommy, might be this woman. Mommy might be Julia Moores"
"But...Mommy isn't real. She's fake."
"Is she really all that fake? They say stories can easily turn to reality."

Mathias looked back at the bones again. "Is this all you came to tell me?"

"One more thing."

"What?" Mathias was about ready to kick him out at this point.

The doctor smiled, and took the box off the table, and tucked it back under his arm. He stood, and Mathias followed him in his actions. "I'd like to speak with Emil."