The body was hurled over Brahms shoulders. The massive form put a strain on his own size. Blood poured from his body landing on the crunchy lifeless leaves beneath his bare feet. He had walked far away from the mansion; it was now out of sight. Leading deep into the dark woods. In his other hand he clenched the metal shovel tightly. His breathing was heavy as he stopped suddenly in his tracks and dumped the body on the ground. Making a loud thump sound as it hit the dirty and grass hard. He huffed seeing the deceased man's face in disgusted.

He began to dig a deep hole into the Earth. He tossed the dirt to the side carelessly. Adrenaline had increased rapidly through his veins. Sweat dripped from his thickened locks.

So, you lost her again.

Brahms continued his work. He grunted dropping down into the large hole making it even graver. He pushed himself harder without a thought in the world that he himself might die tonight as well.

Brahms, you were doing so good.

He groaned out a sharp pain as he hopped out the finished grave holding his stomach weakly. He let go fast as he needed both his hands now to finish the job. He couldn't fathom the emotions he felt right now. He didn't understand them, he didn't even know if he wanted to acknowledge them.

He grabbed the man's collar by the shirt brutally. Violently dragging him into his new unmarked grave. Bring the dirt with him as he dragged the body towards the edge. He threw the deceased man in, not giving a shit in the world. He glanced down for a moment at the body. The man's rotten face only fueled his anger more, and more. If he had never came none of this stuff would've ever happened. This pathetic, vile, putrid waste of a man would've taken her away and ruin everything in his own life. So, he got rid of the problem, for good. Sadly, not knowing the consequences would've been dire, creating another unfixable problem he could never take back now.

She left. She left with him. The man he couldn't stand that stepped foot into his own house after all these years. He was always in his way, constantly. He didn't understand why she'd leave with him. He did everything she'd ask of him. Greta's eyes were different when he saw her face to face for the first time. He did notice this yes but didn't bother to investigate too deeply as he should've. Something wasn't right, something changed, drastically. Almost like…, she was afraid of him. This only hurt him more now at the haunting thoughts. She wasn't afraid before, why now?

She betrayed him, and he protected her. He'd do anything to have her here again. He had her in the palm of his hands for one brief movement, they had reunited, but everything he had planned failed miserably. He only felt more rage begin to develop in haste. His body continued to bleed intensely. He'd thought he'd seen white for moment. The pain was now tattooed there, but mostly it laid in his now darkened shattered heart. He tried to hide it, but the feeling of a rabid animal had once again emerged from the depths of his very core.

You haven't changed.

He just stood there. Drained, at this point.

Why do you think she keeps running?

Brahms clenched the shovel in hand harder than before. He covered the shovel with a mound of dirt. He threw it over the dead man's face. Jabbing the dirt harshly as he tossed it in fast. He didn't stop once as he huffed covering the foul body fully.

Cole.

He would never hurt Greta again. He tried to shut out all the voices that haunted him after all these years. Images played rapidly in his head like a movie. The screams, the violence, the hurt, the suffering, the hate… the kiss. The stab wound was embedded within him now for the rest of his life. He would now only see Greta's betrayal tattooed on his body.

He burst aloud a deep anguishing scream from his internal torment. So much angry, can make a person go completely mad. He threw the shovel hard into the woods.

"WHY!" He shouted in agony making the woods echo his deathly demise. He fell to his knees weakly as he breathed heavy under his grimy fractured mask. He had never felt so alone, and weak in his life. He fell forward catching himself slightly with shaky arms. Half of his cracked mask had now fallen into the dirty, leaving half his face exposed once again.

He leaned over the ground closely. His long hair covered his damaged face, he sobbed in anger and resentment. He clenched his teeth as he tried to hold back his pain once more. He only wanted to understand, he wanted her. His parents said she was his to love and care for, forever.

"Greta." His voice cracked as he struggled to speak again. His breathing was hard but clenched the dirty beneath him even harder. He fell face down to the ground, his face on the side.

"Please.., don't leave me…., I'll be good." His rich voice drifted off as his eyes closed softly with the black starlit night. His body laid there in the middle of the woods next to his broken mask.

A soft light hand placed itself on his back. His greasy hair rested over his face covering half the scars. His breathing was slow only giving out short breathes. The glowing soft hand went to his head but couldn't push the hair away. The figure only took a sigh.

I know what you're thinking, I know what you'll do next, and you still haven't learned… but it isn't your time.

.

Her head jolted up hitting the bottom of the bed. She breathed in annoyance remembering she had crawled under the bed. She sighed a long-tired breath as she let her head drop to the floor sloppily. She had dried up tear stains on her cheeks. The feeling was gross, unclean, she hated it. Greta felt like a cat, hiding underneath the bed, away, scared, frightened… alone. Her back was killing her, but she didn't care at the moment. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her sleep again more through his little peep holes. Greta rolled her eyes at this, trying to turn on her side uncomfortably. She had crossed her arms and placed her head on them for somewhat better comfort. Now wishing she took a pillow from the bed before passing out. There was nothing ever comfortable about this depressing house anyways, she thought.

Greta's body was held close to her under the bed. She wanted to close her eyes but struggled. She just breathed in the stale dusty air.

Suddenly her eyes shot up seeing a shadow past under her main door frame. Her brows now sewn tightly at the darken shadow placing by. He must be trying to look for her even though he knew she was still in the room somewhere.

He was still angry, he hated for what happen last night. Her words stuck him all over again, especially on that faintly night in his room. Her eyes were different again, they looked scared, but they had hate burning through them, like his own. He didn't like that on her, he'd make that stop if he could, but things seemed to have taken a turn for the worst now. He despised it.

He'd been waiting for her to come out of her room. He was a patient person, especially with her. Brahms had given her everything she'd wanted from him. He could never say no to her, and she should never say no to him.

Last night was not a good one, she'd accept bloody trinkets from pathetic Malcom but not from him. His head shot up about as he walked back into the walls. Well, he hasn't exactly given anything physically, his gifts to her were doing anything she'd ask of him. He could never say no to her, he'd do anything to make her stay with him. Now as he thought about it, he never did really…. give her… anything. He wouldn't even know what to give her. It annoyed him that he couldn't give her a gift, well… he could, but there was still a part of him that's still furious with her.

Bloody Malcom.

Brahms made his way into her closet without making a sound. He opened the secret door quietly and looked through the keyhole to her room. She wasn't on the bed; well, he knew that already. He started to become a bit agitated that he couldn't see her. He could just barge into the room it was his house, but he didn't want to make things worse. He promised he'd be good.

He went onto his knees and soon laid flat on the floor as silently as possible. He looked under the door to see where she was hiding in her room.

Brahms had right away spotted her. His eyes widened a bit seeing her laying under the bed with her knees held close to her chest. Her eyes were closed as he watched her take soft breathes. He only took a small short sigh seeing her there. He wished he could put her on the bed but looked too fragile to move. Everything was locked anyways, he didn't have to worry about her leaving anytime soon, perhaps never he prayed. Sometimes he wondered if god would even listen to someone like him. He grunted to himself feeling frustrated as he shot up heading to the secret door heading back between the walls.

He was still angry with her though. He would still constantly watch her, but it felt a bit off. She had tried to kill him once, and now she threatened to kill him again if he didn't obey her demands. He hated her words she spat out at him. He wouldn't let that slide though, it was his house and it would most definitely go his way.

Making it back to his room quickly he started to open his little craft drawers all at once. He rifled through them all as if he had lost something special. He grunted as he slammed them shut. He had a lot of stuff laying around as always, he was never too fond of cleaning things, especially his room. He was still that little child deep down inside.

He needed something to do, anything. It didn't matter though he'd go back upstairs soon anyways to check up on his Greta.

If you touch me again, I'll kill you.

The words rang in his ears harshly. His face became tight.

Malcom will come back and find me.

He slammed his fists on the rickety table to stop the flow of his memories as he shut his eyes.

I hate you.

Then suddenly it went silent in his head as his eyes shot open with hatred. He felt something snap again, but the feeling was different this time. It hurt to a point to where he wanted to hurt her now.

His eyes shot to one of his smaller boxes in the corner next to his bed. He walked to it quickly and pick it up. Without even thinking he opened it and let everything fall onto the table. Hearing the clinks and clanks of metal hitting one another. Brahms tossed the box to the side carelessly not giving a damn where it landed.

He hovered over the small pieces of metal with wide eyes. He picked up one of them swiftly as he eyed it dangerously. He thought it was time to play a little game.

It had been a couple of hours now. Greta still hadn't emerged from her room. She refused to leave, at this point she rather die in this room then stand to see the sight of him. Greta had crawl out from the bed a while ago, as she started to feel the aching sharp pain in her back. She sat on the bed leaning against the massive headboard as she was looking down at nothing.

Greta was trapped in this room to starve, to suffer, and to die. She was about to take ahold of her necklace but was stump from remembering it was torn to shreds. Her hand dropped on her thigh as she rolled her eyes annoyed. So much for some type of happiness, she thought.

Suddenly her head snapped to the noise of a faint knock on the door. Her eyes widen a bit but didn't move to answer to the door.

"Greta?" A child's voice had come into play. She sighed as she put her hands in her face.

He knocked on the door again.

"Greta please open the door; come outside with me, I promise I'll be good." He pleaded for her in a young innocent voice. She rubbed her forehead thinking she might go crazy herself.

"Just go away." She whispered weakly in a hiccupped breath. She didn't know if Brahms could hear what she had said to him, though he did have some sharp ears. She sighed as her hands draped over her mouth. The corner of her eye caught the shadow moving away in strides. Leaving the room to become silent once again.

Suddenly she thought she heard something fiddling in the closet, her face began to scrunch at the faint sound. He was in her closet, shit.

Surprisingly the closet knob was jiggled for a split second but opened wide swiftly. Greta stood abruptly in fright seeing his hand pushed open the door fast almost connecting with the wall. His hand fell from the knob lazily as he gazed at her now stiff frame. She stayed close to the beds edge and side table. His breathing was consistent, but it was still scary.

"Brahms you can't just come in here." She exclaimed as steadily as possible. He titled his head a tad at her. Greta looked away slightly at the man in dissatisfaction. There was no talking to this crazed man child.

"This is my room, you can't just- barged in here." Her hands extended in a small gesturing motion about the room. He only seemed to ponder to himself, as he ignored her words towards him. She sighed in her failure.

"What do you want Brahms?" She asked peeved looking up at him as she crossed her arms. It took him a second to answer her seeing he'd just awakened from his coma and brought back to life. She didn't notice he had something in his other hand as it extends out towards her own. Greta hesitated but took the piece of paper from him as she opened it. She breathed out a faint laugh that caught Brahms's full attention this time. He titled his masked face again in confusion at her own little childish outburst. Greta turned the paper around towards him pointing to it dramatically.

"You expect me to continue following these stupid rules after everything you've done to me?" She breathed out in disbelief. Brahms eyes narrowed slightly under the crack mask eyeholes.

"I'm not doing this anymore." She put the paper on the side table next to her. Brahms eyes followed where she put it but immediately shot back over to her.

"So, you might as well put a gun to my head." He stared daggers at her now displeased with her foolish action, and poor choice of words.

"You picked the wrong nanny Brahms." She whispered as her brows tightened.

Brahms's eyes were like the fire that was set off in his home. He stepped forward towering over her with anger lingering in his darkened eyes. Greta's heart jumped a bit from the sudden movement, she thought maybe now she should've been more careful of what she had said to him. Greta didn't want to break. They both stared daggers at one another with equal hate. He looked like he wanted to hurt her at this point through Greta's eyes.

"Brahms. Stop." Brahms watched her closely. "You know this can't go on forever." Her words only seemed to fuel the fire within him. He didn't want to hear such things from her, because she wasn't going anywhere, didn't she see, didn't she understand, she was finally here with him. His eyes looked hurt as he tried to hide it from plain sight, he didn't understand his own emotions, so he ignored them. She was his though, and nothing would ever change that.

"What'll happened when Malcom finds me Brahms. Then wha-?" Suddenly Brahms body jerked violently as his hands and armed swiped all the items onto the floor fast. Greta stepped away from him fast from the panic she had felt. Her heart jolt a sharp heart ache due to the suddenly new fears that had arisen.

Brahms grunted as he shot a deadly site towards her. His body was heavying with angry from the name she just dared say to him. Greta took this as a warning towards her. He didn't put a hand on her, recollecting last night and what she said to him must've done something. So, she hoped. He was too high strung when Malcom was mentioned in any conversation. She needed him to bring it down a bit.

"Ok." She whispered. "It's ok. I'll…. follow the rules. If that makes you happy." Her voice was calmer now as she put up her hands trying to tame him. Brahms was still breathing heavy as he hunched over a tad. Greta remembered she still had to be careful around a mentally unstable person.

"It's ok." She breathed out with a faint smile. She took a short step forward trying to get him to see she wasn't going anywhere. Considering she was still thinking on that plan, it wouldn't be an easy one that's for sure.

Brahms eyes seemed to lessen a bit at her gesture towards him, but he was always still on high alert with her as his eyes harder once more.

"Are you hungry?" She asked quietly looking up at him. He didn't answer her as he just kept looking down at her silently. He seemed to be lost in thought again in his own odd way. He'd dreamt of her for a long time as he starred at her face. Taking in everything detail he possibly could, suddenly hearing little kids laughing.

"Brahms?" She asked confused. His head seemed to have shaken out of place for a moment. He stood fully tall once again as Brahms walked over to her a bit too fast for her taste. Greta's face dropped quickly as she stumbled to back up. She hit the wall hard not realizing she was already so close to it.

Brahms was practically on top of her. Greta didn't dare look up yet at has towering stance. Her own chest was rising with his, he saw this as he stared her down with blood shot eyes. An unsettling position like this made Greta want to crawl under the bed all over again.

"Brahms… please, I-"

"Play with me."

Greta eyes shot up a bit too fast towards his. His innocent voice cracked ever so slightly it made Greta shiver uncontrollably beneath him.

"What? No Brahms, we have… chores." She muffled looking around nervously even though it was just him and her. Which scared Greta the most of course. Brahms seemed to be in his deep thoughts for a moment, it worried her. You never know what's going through a killer's mind.

"I hid something, Greta." His child like voice emerged once again.

Greta didn't understand where he was going with this but decides to play along with his stupid little game. She straightens up a bit now.

"What did you hide Brahms?" She whispered out a breathy voice.

Brahms only starred at her intently. He put his hand in his dirty sweaters pocket. Greta braced herself a bit at his slow unnerving movement. Suddenly he pulled out a key on an old thick string dangling it in front of her face. He was taunting her. Greta's hitched slightly out of place as her eyes widened at the sight of the swaying old key. He internally laughed at how easily it was to ruse her. Greta wanted to do nothing more than to grab the key and run. Freedom struck her mind fast, but soon reality kicked in hard once again as the key was swiped away into his big hands. Greta knew this had to be a test, maybe a test of her loyalty towards him. Sadly, she didn't have any for him, which made this even harder now. What was he planning, she thought.

He liked this, he loved this. He wanted to play, he wanted to play with her. He wanted her and only her, forever. His child like mind became a devious one indeed. He narrowed his mean eyes at her innocent ones.

"What's that for Brahms?" She asked glancing down to his hand and then back to him. He didn't say anything as he just looked her down. Confusion struck her once again at his odd, well unpredictable behavior towards her again. He was still mad at her, she knew this, devotion and loyalty seemed to be a very important aspect for him. Then suddenly it hit her.

"You want me to… find this key here?" She asked gesturing to the key now placed in his pocket. Brahms nodded slowly. This game only confused her more but decided to play along. She even thought deviously herself if that's how he was going to play.

"Ok Brahms." She paused seeing him perk up a bit. "Under one condition." He listened intently a bit surprised.

"No one gets hurt…" She breathed strongly. "And how about a little wager." Brahms raised his cinched brow beneath his mask. What could she possibly have to offer, he thought viciously?

"If I play… and I find the key…, you let me go." Brahms narrowed eyes making the room feel tense, but Greta remained as dominant as him. He glares down at her and her foolish offer, it almost made him laugh in a weird sense inside. She had to of known he'd never go through with something as ridiculous as this.

"But." She delayed in a short uneasy breath. Knowing his side of the wager.

"If you win." She rested glancing up at him. "We can do… whatever you'd like." She choked on her last sentence. Brahms only tilted his head now at her offer.

"But I have to agree on it too." She blurted out suddenly feeling stupid as she looked down quickly.

Was he really considering this, she thought, would this be the day she can make the final attempt to successfully escape? She had to play her cards right. She'd only get one shot at this though, and that'd be it.

Brahms head straighten again unnervingly. He nodded slowly in agreement.

"Let's be fair Brahms, ok? Let's not go back on our word." She said softly, hoping it would help he chances. Did she dare do this; she extended her hand to him in what little space she had waiting for him to shake in agreement. Brahms just stared down at her for a moment. The feeling was more uncomfortable then usually. Then suddenly he took her hand gradually into his fully. His hand was rough against her angel soft skin. He nodded painfully slowly putting his one hand slightly behind his back side, but what she didn't see was his two long boney fingers being crossed tightly. He didn't intend go back on his word, because he never said a word.

He released his firm grip from her soft one.

Suddenly Brahms lowered his masked face to hers closely. Greta wanted to become infused with the wall. His steady breathing echo off the mask. He slid his face over to the side of her cheeks, just inches away from contact. Greta closed her eyes at the terrible feeling she felt being so close to his massive stance. She could smell the foul old dirty clothes, his hairy chest heaving like an animal, the veins in his neck pushing their way through his thick skin. Greta didn't move a muscle or a tendon as his head lowered to the side of her ear.

"Let's play, Greta." His voice sounded dark now as he whispered in her ear. Greta swallowed hard in fright keeping her head down and her shaky eyes closed.

"Find me, find the key."

The dark shadow that laid on her body had vanished, and the light slowly began to spread across her face. She opened her eyes slowly but extended quickly seeing he was now completely gone. She didn't even feel the breeze from his movement. He was like one with the air that surrounded her, steady and light. Greta pushed herself off the wall easily as her head swayed from left to right in one quick motion. He had disappeared, she only saw the closet door opened a crack now. She took little steps forward towards it. Her own heart raised as she got closer, placing her hand on the door frame carefully to looked inside as she opened it.

Nothing.

There was no one inside besides the old clothing that were left behind. She had nervousness written on her face as she glanced over towards the view of the secret passageway. It was vaguely hidden by the dangling shirts on the wooden hangers. Greta glanced back to the main rooms door but quickly went back to the secret one. She had to get out of here, somehow.

The key he said, the key, she thought over and over. She wouldn't be entirely sure which door it'd open in this massive place, but she had to try, right? She knew Brahms wouldn't really let her go even if she got ahold of any type of key or even a sharp object for that matter. She took a deep breath, she was afraid, but angry at the same time. They both had hate and resentment towards one another after everything that's happened.

Now, all he wanted was to play a game. He was playing with her mind; he knew that was Greta's greatest strength now. She was smart, almost like him, and he wouldn't forget, and he wouldn't look past it again. Brahms was always a very playful child when it was on his own terms. He wanted to play but sometimes punishment was necessary in Brahms's mind.

Greta braced herself as she pushed opened the door to the other side.

The never-ending murky halls.

Her long legs stepped in being careful not to trip. When she fully emerged, the door behind her had already closed. Leaving her back to where she originally began. Determination was written on her face and she began to walk with strength.

Quickly she took a turn heading to the next hall. God, what a maze, she thought annoyed.

"Find me. Fine the…. Key?" She sighed. He would obviously know more hiding places then she ever would.

Whatever, she thought. Let's just find this stupid key and then get the fuck out of here already. She was talking to herself around, she took a breath to stay calm. You can do this Greta.

Suddenly she began to run as she put her hair up in a ponytail swiftly. Reaching another corner, she swayed her head in one motion from left to right. She stopped fast seeing a glimpse of a figure move quickly away from her sight. Her eyes narrowed together; without a second thought she ran to that direction. Reaching her end point, she grabbed one of the wooden corner's as she almost ran into the wall ahead. She turned rapidly but ceased all moment as she was now faced with a dead end.

"What the-?" She said confused. There was no other doors or passage ways how's that even possible, she assumed.

Suddenly a child's laughter came into play. She turned around quickly; her heart jumped from the echoing laughter. He was watching, he was enjoying this, she grew frustrated. It became quiet again. She listened for anything, not a pin drop emerged.

She felt it to the left.

Her head snapped in that direction, only to get a glimpse of Brahms's mask around the corner pull away faster than a bolt of lightning.

She gritted her teeth hard as she ran after him. She could only get small glimpses of him; he was much quicker than her. Greta was strongminded for any type of escape.

Greta gasped in fright as something had dangled in front of her running track. She fell back trying to catch herself from gravity itself. She thought it was spider, she wasn't paying attention to it as she was so fixated on catching Brahms. Greta's eyes had now adjusted to the object. It was a key. A key just dangling in the middle of the hall, she thought confused. This wasn't here before.

It didn't matter what it opened, she snatched it quickly off the old rope. She'd take her chances with it, at this point she really didn't care in the slightest. She looked at the key in the palm of her now clammy hands. Should she just run with this key and take her chances or go after Brahms. She knew deep down that this could not possibly be the precise key. She had to keep going.

Greta continued on her way as she came across another key on the old dusty floors. Then another and another, but not Brahms's key. Greta had come across six keys now and she jammed them all into her pockets. She still didn't want to lose a single one of them. She didn't want to jeopardize her chance for an escape.

"My god, I hate this dumb game." She muttered harshly to herself. Laughter could be heard echoing once more. She could roll her eyes right now.

"Silly Greta, you can't find me." Her face started to feel a bit worried. The walls had seemed to of gotten darker than before.

"But I can find you." She could hear him approaching. The air was not breathable, she felt her own throat closing. The dust was killing her inside. Greta felt sick to her stomach.

"Fuck this." She whispered. Greta ran in the opposite direction away from him. She couldn't do this her heart was killing her, she was so out of breath she couldn't think straight. She breathed slowly trying to remain as calm as possible. She tried to hide herself from him at this point.

.

"Greta come out come out where ever you are." The child within him took over. "We can play forever and ever." The voice had gotten nearer than she'd like. She closed her ears.

"GET OUT HERE GRETA! Oh, I see, you're hiding. Again!"

She locked the bathroom door hysterically as she slid down to the cold tiled floor. The water was running under the faucet. Her hair was disheveled covering a black and blue bruise. Tears struck down like rain. Her breathing was inconsistent.

"Come on Greta."

She pushed her back against the door. She could hear him sigh aggravated.

"Come on Greta, I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry baby."

Greta closed her eyes tightly as she tried her best to toon out Coles lies. He was just on the other side, waiting for her to exit.

"Greta come on, open the door."

"NO!" She hollered back.

"Don't say things if you don't mean it Cole." She hiccupped slightly as she tried to breathe.

"I do mean it baby. You know me." He was sweet telling her. Buttering her up. Saying what she wanted to hear. Greta was too scared to move. She wished she had someone to hold her right now.

"Come on Greta, open up." He tried grabbing the handle as he jiggled it a bit.

"I said no! Go away!"

"Greta, I swear to god if you don't open this door!" He started to kick and bang on the door furiously like a mad man. She screamed in fright as she weakly pushed herself to the other side of the bathroom floor.

"I own you! Your mine Greta!" Her eyes as wide as a cat's, and as scared as a mouse.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" It repeated over and over with loud bangs, as the room seem to shrink with nothing else but a door.

A monster waiting on the other side.

.

She opened her eyes wide being brought back to the present.

No, she thought, this has to stop. It has to end. Stand up and face him. Greta got to the courage to rise again and face the beast.

The door. The halls. It was the same, she had been in this situation before. Only this time things would be playing out more differently this time around. On her own terms. She stood tall and pushed herself.

She turned the corner but saw nothing. She sighed in irritated.

"I'm… going to die here." She whispered with sadness in her voice.

Then suddenly Greta's eyes felt a sharp pain of light hitting it.

"Hey- AAhh.." She whined rubbing one of her eyes. She turned to see what was blinding her. She saw a faint light disappear around the corner. Greta was confused but decided to walk towards whatever was originally there. She could've sworn that she saw someone.

"Hello?" She said quietly. "Is there anyone-" She looked down another an empty hall. "Here." She exhaled tiredly. Of course, there was no one else here. It was just her and Brahms. Greta prayed she wasn't finally going crazy and seeing people now. God help her.

Suddenly something shiny got the attention of her eyes. She raised a brow and knelt down to it. Saw dust was all over it but Greta picked it up gently none the less. She brought it to her face and blew away the dustiness.

It was a small ring, much too small for her size anyways. Greta stood up as she inspected it more carefully. Using her thumb to wipe away the gook. A tiny aqua stone had popped out from the middle of the ring.

"How cute." She said quietly to herself. It was a white gold ring. Greta couldn't waste any more time though starring down at the tiny trinket. She pushed it all the way down into her back pocket. In hopes that she won't lose it on the way.

Greta had to continue though, so she started to run once more. The faint light stayed behind.

Brahms had run every which way, away and to Greta, it only made her life harder that she couldn't catch up. This was becoming ridiculous now, she thought annoyed.

"This is so stupid." She muttered like a child herself now. Perhaps she's been hanging around Brahms too much.

"I have all these keys and I don't even know which door it'll lead to." She heaved a sigh in deep thought.

Greta stopped walking completely.

"Ok." She breathed deep. "You can do this." She took small steps down the halls.

"Find me, find the key. Find me, find the key. Find me, find the key. Fine me, fined th-" Greta stopped her broken record. Hers eyes widened with realization.

"Find me." She gestured to herself. "Find the key." She had a slight smile of relief.

"That's it!" She looked around finding the nearest exit to the main halls of the manor. "I know where it is." She whispered with enthusiasm. Greta used whatever strength she had left in her to make it to freedom.

"Find me, Find the key!" It echoed the halls.

Brahms stopped in his tracks his wide eyes had narrowed harshly now. He turned back the way he came.

Greta slammed the door open to Brahms's old childhood room. There it was, around the cracked dolls neck it laid perfectly at peace. Greta jogged to the doll and took the keyed necklace placing around her neck now.

"Wasting my precious time to escape." She muttered shaking her head. Greta made her way to the exit of the child's room. Greta ran as fast as she could to every single door in the mansion. The kitchen, the back door, the garden door, the side doors, she even ran back upstairs just to see if the windows would open. Nothing would budget, then there would be only one option left, the main front door. This was her only hope now, and she prayed it would work. She began to walk down the hall and to the staircase, Greta was about to decent, but felt a presence. She turned her head slowly to see a heaving Brahms stare daggers at her.

Shit.

Greta jolted forward down the stairs trying to skip steps without falling. Brahms followed fast not far behind. Greta had to make it, she just had to!

Brahms quicky jumped over the wooden railing in one quick motion. Greta made it to the bottom but he stepped in front of her. Her body jolted back from the sudden presence that appeared. Dread had risen once again. He kept all eyes on her now as he breathed heavier and heavier.

"I won Brahms." She blurted out suddenly. "I solved your little riddle." She spat out at him.

"Now let me go." She said with abhorrence. Brahms didn't budge. Greta had to come up with something, anything to get him to move out of her way.

"A good boy would listen to his nanny and a loyal man does not go back on his word." She looked deep into his eyes, she just wanted to go home. Brahms heavier breathing had calmed slightly. She noticed he seemed to be preoccupied on her words. She didn't need to know what he thought about her little speech, Greta just needed him to move already.

Shockingly, Brahms had stepped aside slowly giving her the way out. The door was hers. Greta eyes enlarge a tad but she hastily moved to the door. She started to take the large key from around her neck and placed it firm in her hands.

Greta looked back at Brahms just watching her keenly. He did not move, and he certain did not say a word. Greta turned back to the door and without a second thought she jammed the key in, but it instantly popped back out falling to the floor.

What the hell.

She picked it up quickly and tried to put it back inside. It wasn't fitting, why isn't it fitting?! Greta started to panic as she pushed the key harder.

No.

Greta was desperate at this point. She dropped the key as if it were acid. Greta fumbled to pulled out all the other keys quickly.

"No." She whispered woefully. She tried every single key frantically with such desperation she thought she might collapse.

"NO!" She cried. It was no use.

"There fakes!" She cried turning to him. "There complete shit!" Greta screeched at him with disgust. What type of game would you call this Brahms?! She couldn't have been more revolted then in this very moment.

Greta threw the fakes keys at him hatefully but landed on the floor with a hard metal clank. Greta felt like such a fool, a moron, a complete joke. Hope got the best of her, but she was so enraged she just couldn't think straight. She breathed hard starring at him, if looks could kill, he'd be the first one dead.

Brahms just stood there looking down at her. He had no emotion what so ever towards her and her actions. Did she really think, I'd let her go, he thought? She belongs here and she is not going anywhere anytime soon. Brahms took slow strides towards her distressed face. Greta didn't what to look up at his vile mask. She kept her head down feeling so drained at this point.

Brahms was so close to her now. He leaned down next to her ear. She could feel the penetrating heat radiating off his massive body. He was a sick man, if he couldn't hurt her physically, why not mentally? He was being spiteful and mean to her. If anyone had won, Brahms would always win.

"He's not coming back for you." A deep unforgiving voice had arisen. Her body went into shot for a moment. He played nasty and was as foal as a rat.

His masked face ascent from hers. Brahms had turned claiming victory with pride. He began to stride leisurely as if excepting her to follow him like a puppy.

Greta's descent had now ascended to his back. Red had sored in her gaze. His remark did not go unheeded, she spat at him with equal venomous words.

"Just like your parents aren't coming back for you."

Brahms halted faster than ever before. His whole being had tensed and his dark veins begun to rapidly pump his crimson throughout his body.

He turned painfully slow towards her direction. He stared straight at Greta, as if he was daring for her to continue.

"You heard me." She murmured loud enough for him to hear her backfire.

He faced her fully now.

"It seemed you needed a rude awakening Brahms." She heaved out a small laughter. "You must not know that you can't just shut a woman down these days, and break her spirit."

I didn't want to break you.

"You do…. as I say." He struggled to get out the correct words. Even if he was wrong. Brahms stared deep into her soul. A predator on prey. A black wolf and a dwarf white rabbit. It hurt though, to know Greta couldn't over power his strength, but she had a strong use of words to exploit.

I just wanted you to see.

"How dare you Brahms." She said in discussed. "How dare you bring me back here!" She felt such emotions she herself couldn't even explain.

"No wonder your parents left, you're a nightmare, an insane person that hides in the shadows because he was too much of a coward to face his trails." Brahms hated her disputes. "No wonder your parents aren't coming back!"

"Stop…" He growled.

"No! I will not stop, I will fight, and I will continue to fight unless you let me go-"

"That will never happen!" His dark English voice had risen deeply.

"I hate you." She sneered at him seeing he had moved closer to her with clenched fists that remained on his sides. "I can't stand you. No one could ever stand to be around you, that's why they left you. That's why they aren't coming back." She felt tears begin to build up slowly.

Why are you being like this.

Greta could hear his breathing through the mask nostrils. He struggled to control himself, he had the feeling again.

"You are not a man, if anything you are a waste of a man."

"Stop… now."

"A spoiled privileged brat!" She yelled suddenly. "Who thinks he has the power to dominate anyone or anything."

"ENOUGH!" He roared with such fury starring down at her severely.

"YOU'RE THE REASON YOUR PARENTS ARE NOT HERE! YOU KILLED YOUR PARENTS BRAHMS HEELSHIRE!"

That was it, he snapped.

Brahms picked her up violently tossed her over his broad shoulders. She screamed in fright and anger at his abrupt action.

"Put me down now!" She shouted at him. Greta kicked and punched him as much as she could. Brahms had turned with her quickly. He grunted and huffed at her little pathetic hits in an attempt to escape his grasp.

"Brahms!" Stop now!" She struggled but his hold was too tight on her thighs and legs.

Brahms continued on his way with haste. He soon made it to a darker part of the houses main level. Greta heart was beating fast but continued to fight. Walking to the side of the one of the staircases he turned to a brightly colored stained-glass door. The color caught Greta's eyes immediately.

A rose? The different hues of glass shined of red, yellow, green, blue, orange, it was the most colorful thing in this whole entire manor. And it was hidden away in the dark. She'd never been over to this part of the manor before.

Greta continued her eternal struggle. She could hear the door open.

"Brahms!" She's huffed. "Put me down now!" She hit the back of his head making mask almost fall off. He caught it just in time, but Greta didn't know she was right at the edge of a deep staircase when she push herself awhile from him. The grip on her loosened and she fell back.

It felt like it was happening all in slow motion, her face was in shock towards the feeling nothing from behind. Her hands and arms reach out for anything to save her, but nothing came for Greta's aid.

She screamed as she fell down the long set of stairs to the dark basement. She tumbled and rolled to the very bottom.

Then it went completely silent.

There was only a faint light from moon that was now on her closed eyes. Her head was turn and bruised at the top, Greta hair layout wildly. Her body slightly twisted with one leg on the staircase. This was the most she had ever been at peace.

The sound of old wood being squeaked with every step he took. He looked down at her for a moment then leaned down slowly to her side.

Brahms took his hand and placed it over to the side of her neck. A pulse, thank god. Greta would still live another day to be with him. He was glad she wasn't dead, but at the same time he remembers her aggressive and hostile words towards him.

His hand made its way around her bare neck as he grazed her thin skin. Brahms then gently rubbed his thumb along the sharp part of her jawline. God how he missed her, he'd always wanted her, it's always been Greta. His little Greta.

He tried to turned her face towards him, but fell lightly to the side again, away from his. His bloody eyes only took in her soft features, he was so close, but yet some how after all this time he still felt so far away from her. It didn't feel right at the moment, was she really here? Or was he seeing things again. The way she spoke to him, like she was just so far away, he thought. She's home now, why didn't she see this? He'd do anything for her.

Brahms released his tender hold on her. This cannot go on; Greta needs to remember. She's here now, and she's staying, for good this time. Brahms would do whatever it takes to make sure she never leaves again. His Greta, not Malcom's, or anyone else's. She would take care of him and he would forever take care of her.

Brahms stood tall now becoming his normal self again. He took one last look at her passed out body. She still deserves to be punished though he thought viciously. This was his house and his word goes. He turned away from her abruptly and headed up the staircase. Brahms had finally made it to the very top. He turned his body completely looking down at her like the insane man that he is. His eyes narrowed a bit as he grabbed the doors handle. He breathed deep and his muscles tensed around the old doors knob handle.

"I won."

A loud slam was echoed throughout the dark basement.

Hi everybody thank you so much for your patience it is greatly appreciated! Hope everyone had a happen new year!

QUICK NOTE: So if anyone has ever seen the terrible movie 'The Boy 2' (2019) there's a scene when you see a door to the basement with that stain glass rose on it (I think it was a rose but who the hell knows lol so I'm just making it a rose anyways cuz I ain't gonna see the movie ever again!) so yes that's the image I was trying to display for you guys. Hope that helps! I may change a few things around Brahms Mansion and I hope he doesn't mind hehe ;)

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