Regal was in hysterics as he reached the main room of the building. He had planned everything to go along as plan, it wasn't supposed to end this way. It was to be a joke; his wife of 3 years couldn't possibly have been the same woman who stared up at him with blank eyes, blood spilling from her delicate mouth.
Albert, the man he had hired to keep everything under control, should know the answers. He reached the secret panel, his hands shaking as he punched in the numbers. The door slid open.
Albert wasn't facing William, but rather the screens that showed the cameras throughout the building.
"What in the bloody hell is going on Albert," He angrily whirled Albert's chair around.
He began to back away quickly when he saw the reason Albert wasn't replying to his questions.
There, Albert lay, his cap pulled to cover half his face, or what remained left of it. The place where his face should have been was gone, just a gap left, the skull, was gone.
William glanced at the floor beneath him; his shoes were beginning to pick up the blood that was trailing from Albert's neck.
"My god…." He tore back to the living room, never giving a look back for fear whoever or whatever had killed Albert might be after him as well.
He stopped abruptly when he was met up with another horrible sight.
On the couch, lay Trish Stratus; her blonde hair matted with blood, her arms laying limply on both sides of the couch. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, her clothes soaked with blood. It was obvious to anyone who had a pair of eyes; she was dead, very well dead.
He crept towards Trish, getting down on his knees; he touched her neck to see if there was a pulse. Her body was already beginning to cold; there was no pulse.
His eye caught a glimmer of silver. He moved from where he was to see what the shine had been. A bloody knife lay on the carpet, near Trish's body.
With a trembling hand, he picked up the knife. The droplets still not dry dripped from the knife, falling to the ground, and onto his shoes.
A stifled gasp came from behind him, making him turn around, the knife still in his grasp.
"Are you crazy? What did you do to Trish?" Lita's eyes were filled with fear, her reflection showing on the knife William held up.
Matt shielded Lita from William, as if Matt viewed him as a threat.
He immediately dropped the knife, raising his arms. "I found her like this…I didn't do this!"
"What's all the fuss about." Lance groaned, he knew he was going to have a hangover. He had just awoken after being passed out in the next room.
"William killed Trish!"
That awoke Lance quickly, his eyes were glued to Trish's dead figure, the blood drying on her arms.
Matt and Lita grabbed ahold on William, holding him back.
"I didn't do this bloody fools! I just came here and discovered her there!"
Lance's eyes shifted from Matt and Lita to William. "What are you going to do with him?"
"Put him somewhere, you know anyplace?"
Lance nodded uneasily. "Are you sure you want to?"
"Would you rather have him loose and kill you?"
Lance didn't believe that William had killed Trish, it must have been the spirits, but he agreed because he didn't want to scare them more than they already had been. "Follow me."
Matt and Lita dragged William down the stairs, William struggling with each step.
"Let me go you bloody…"
Lance halted, walking into a dark room. He reached for the light switch, the room filling with light.
In the middle of the room was a small chamber. It was made of steel; the door contained a small window.
"What is this thing?" Lita asked.
"Back when the asylum was still open, this was used as a 'torture chamber' so to speak. People were put into the chamber and the lever was pulled. Inside were images that kept repeating again until it seemed as if it were one image. Thanks to this, many sane people have gone insane because of it."
Matt and Lita pushed William inside, closing the door firmly behind them.
William pounded on the door, yelling something unheard because the chamber was soundproof.
"We're not going to keep him long in there are we?" Lance looked at them with a worried look on his face.
"No, only until morning when we can go to the police. We're going to look for Raven."
"I'll stay behind to watch William then." Lance volunteered.
"You sure? You going to be okay by yourself?"
"These steels are almost indestructible, I'm not going to have any troubles with William if that's what you mean." Lance tried to sound convincing.
Matt nodded, tugging Lita in the direction of the exit. "We'll be back in less than 20 minutes."
Lance gave a sigh of relief as the others left.
He sat down on one of the hard wooden chairs although they were uncomfortable. He leaned back, crossing his arms.
That was the position he stayed in until he heard a loud crash come from upstairs of the building. He was indecisive as to whether he should go check the noise or stay.
He turned to leave, but hesitatingly walked back to the chamber, unlocking the chamber.
William fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"You'll be all right." Lance patted him on the shoulder.
"Why..?"
"I know you didn't kill Trish." He left with that, jogging to catch up to find the others.
William rested on the cold cement floor, enjoying whatever freedom he had left.
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Lance found Matt and Lita upstairs, Matt in a furious mood.
He was throwing glasses across the wall, the glass shards sprinkling to the floor in a shower.
"Stop it Matt!" Lita pleaded, trying to hold back his arms but her attempt was in vain.
"What are you doing?" Lance said.
Matt gazed at Lance in surprise. "Why aren't you downstairs?"
"Because I let William go."
Matt grabbed Lance's collar, lifting him inches off the ground. "And you did that because?"
"He didn't kill Trish, I know he didn't." He said cautiously.
"We found him holding the fucking knife with the blood on it! What more proof do you need?" Matt slammed Lance against the wall, not releasing his grip.
"I told you when you stepped inside the building, the walls are alive. All the deaths, they're not killed by a human; they're killed by the spirits. It's only a matter of time before we're dead as well."
"That's a bunch of bull shit and you know it." Matt shoved Lance onto the couch beside Trish; Trish was covered with a blanket so that her blank stare no longer stared at them.
The silence could cut knife as they glared at eachother.
The hammering of the door could be heard clearly. It was coming from the door leading to downstairs, the door Lance had locked as he had arrived on the second floor.
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