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Tris POV

"Holy shit." Zeke murmurs under his breath, directly towards Uriah.

"What is it? Did you find something?" Uriah sounds exhausted like the rest of us.

"Yeah, sort of I mean. I don't know if it'll help us though." He sounds dumbfounded. What the hell is going on?

"Well spill your shit!" I sound pushy, but who cares.

"Ok, well, Uri, do you remember the whole thing in 5th and 6th when we were in elementary school and how everyone had to date someone? I had some random girlfriend when I was a 6th grader and you had one to as a 5th grader?" Where is Zeke going with this?
"Uh, ya I guess, why?" Uriah is just as lost as me.

"Ok, do you remember the girl you dated?" Zeke has to be going somewhere with this.

"Ya, Shay, she was cool. I haven't even heard of her since she moved to this side of town." Uriah was still not following; none of us were.

"Do you remember her full name?"

"Shay… oh my god. Shauna. She had a crazy sister in your grade named…named…" Uriah stood blankly.

"Lynn." Zeke paused and his eyes darted from face to face. "As far as we can tell, in elementary school you fucking dated the girl in that house. Do you even realize how much background we have on them now?" Zeke is astonished by the words coming out as we all simply stand there flabbergasted.

"This is so fucked up." Tobias says breathlessly.

We stand in front of the hell house; it stands luminously with a gleaming look to it, glaring down at us with peeling paint and dirt covering it, trying to hide the disturbed minds inside.

"Ready to go in?" Tobias sounds hesitant.

"I've never been more ready." I sound confident, but all of my zeal is wasted getting those five words out, my bouncy step turns to a forceful dredge and I move slowly behind the boys, my miniature strides looking childish next to theirs. The front door approaches, its worn knobs looking worked and welded to a personalized perfection. I see Zeke's brave hand reach for the heavy knocker, and the boom of terror fills my ears as it echoes through the solid piece of wood. A minute later, I hear heavy footsteps. I bite my lip, I guess I was hoping there would coincidentally be no one home. The door creaks open with obvious irritability.

"Hello?" Forest green eyes meet mine, glaring daggers. Eyes that remind me of haunting dreams I've had since childhood, dreams filled with generous amounts of that same evergreen hue of verde.

"We are FBI agents," Uriah flips his badge open, "and by the law we would like to search the premises, we have a warrant." He flashed a toothy smile and papers and the boy not much older than myself seemed unworried.

"No problem, feel free to look in all the rooms, I can show you around if you would like." The man said gleefully.

"No, we're fine on our own, but I was wondering what your name was?" I asked as calmly as I could bear.

"Sounds great. I'm Peter Hayes, and I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." He smiled slyly, turning on his heel, and vanishing mysteriously.

"Well obviously we're going to that one room in the back first." Zeke declares the obvious as we march into the unknown. The house is strangely…clean. Not spotless, but just clean enough that the upkeep of this place catches my eye. Unfortunately, I don't see any weaponry, blood, or hidden bodies. The room in the back is kept up like a normal guest room, and, curious as I was, there wasn't anything hidden anywhere. There was merely a queen sized bed, two side tables, and a small closet. Other than that, there was a built-in TV console that covered the entire wall facing the end of the bed. It was really nice actually, with white painted wood make shelves and large boxes. The TV sat in the center, and the piece of wood separating the TV section from one of the box-shelf things was slightly worn, I wonder why. I just shrugged and we continued onto other rooms, nothing really sticking out to me. Every so often, I feel like I see I glint of metal on the floor, but I think it's just the light from the various windows catching light to the metal objects around the room.

"Well, should we, go home?" I sound stupid, but I'm only speaking our minds.

"I guess, but we'll be back soon." Tobias seems angry as he speaks.

"The house was just, strange. I don't know what it was about it though." I feel exasperated as I speak, we all are worn out, challenged at finding the dirt on these malevolent triplets.

"You know, I wanna watch a movie. Anyone else in for Chinese takeout and a Sherlock Holmes?" Uriah sounds like my image of his seven year-old self.

"That sounds amazing, maybe it will get all of those detective-y juices flowing." I wink at Tobias and he returns it with a seductive smirk and his deep blue eyes. Their raging waters pull me in, waves lapping at my skin, never failing to come back and put me into a trance over and over. An hour later, I'm eating beef sesame sensations and fried rice while curled into Tobias' side on our bed. Zeke flails on his bed and Uriah lounges on a nearby chair. I'm having trouble paying attention to the movie, until a metal glint catches my eye. It comes from the floor on the screen, but it's bright enough to catch my attention. I glare more vigorously, and I notice a very tiny metal loop-hole embedded into the floor boards. Is that a door? A passageway to a basement? Tunnels? My mind races and I think of all of the hiding places that that could lead to be. I just don't know how efficient an underground asylum would be. It's suspicious, but almost too mainstream mysterious. I just don't know that it's plausible to hide two girls there for years. I sigh and feel a soft vibration against my thigh. I glance at the screen and read that Chris is calling me, I haven't talked to her in forever. "Hey guys, my best friend's calling me, I'm going into the bathroom to talk to her. You guys can keep watching the movie." They all nod lightly and I bounce into the bathroom to absorb myself in Christina's girly gossip that will now seem irrelevant in my Satan-filled dilemma. She babbles on and on about her and Will, their intense make out sessions, her trips to the mall; nothing is really intently sparking my interest.

"Oh my god! So I was in my mom's closet today and I found this amazing pair of shoes; they are Aztec wedges with straps and they're freaking perfect with this black dress I got! I'm so excited to wear them to the next rager!" Her mom's closet. Her mom's large, hidden closet. I hear my phone clattering to the tile floor and when I don't move to pick it up, I hear Chris making odd sounds into the speaker in attempt to get my attention. Tobias pushes the door open casually.

"Everything alright?" He sounds concerned. I turn slowly to face him, my face as pale as a ghost.

"I know where they are. Where, where the girls are hidden." I scare myself speaking in such a shocked, terrified, oblivious tone.

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