Ok, last chapter now, so I can finish this story and start my new one
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Disclaimer- I don't own beyblade, for now...
Ok, this'll be short, so I can start my new story that I'll enjoy writing more than this.
Oh yeah, I'm gonna use parts of the first chappie in this, y'know go into more detail, cos I'm cheap, Okies?
Oh, and I'd like to give a very special thankful extra big huuuuuuge thanks to KBA who gave me a plot in this last chappie, so kind of her, but anyways yeah, this story has never had a plot by the way, until now thanks to KBA, so lets all give a big round of applause *finds out she is the only one clapping, mainly cos she's the only one there* Fine then, be like that, at least I'm grateful. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, *pauses for breath* Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, *cough* Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, SAUSAGE!!!!
Oh yeah, btw in this chapter, Nat's wearing one of those tops, y'know a sleeveless one that does up at the back with erm, buttons or whatever, so later on, it'll make sense and hopefully nobody will get confused. (unlike the rest of the story, even I get confused, it has no plot o_O)
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Chapter 8- End. ( ok, so I'm uber cheap, but I can't think of a title, whaddaya want me to call it, I dunno, stabbi stabbi mebbs?)
(Nat)
It was dark.
Very dark. As I walked up the stairs behind Enrique, I could feel myself shivering, so I draped my now soaking jacket, that I had been carrying, over my shoulders to try and keep warmer, it didn't make much of a difference.
It was odd, there were strange vibes emitting from the attic and it smelt musty, and decaying, I could tell immediately that something was not right up there.
When we reached the door, I noted that he had in fact locked it discreetly behind him as I entered. A warning signal went off in my head, get out of there, but this was Enrique, what was there to be afraid of?
I glanced around the room, suspicious of my surroundings, there were 5 candles lighting the room, which cast eerie shadows into the darkest corners and I didn't want to know what was lurking there. There was a small window to my left and although the attic was large, I couldn't see what was going on, due to the lack of light.
I looked around for Enrique, I could see him standing at one end of the room, by a large painting. I stepped cautiously towards him and the painting. I looked up at it; there were two pairs of identical blue eyes staring at me. I then noticed how much Enrique resembled his father. He had the same eyes, facial features, but his father's hair was greyer with a receding hairline and his face was sterner, and he looked so much more tired than Enrique. He had on an expensive looking suit, and a red cravat. A small dog stood at his ankles, gazing up at its master. It was a typical pose that they generally used for kings in the older paintings. Geez, he must be really full of himself to have that painted.
He was sombrely gazing down from the portrait and it unnerved me. I stood next to Enrique, unsure of whether this was a good idea or not. As I stood there, he began to speak softly whilst gently slipping his arm around my waist; I stood still, not knowing what was the best thing to do.
"That's my father," He said softly, stating the obvious, whispering so I had to strain my ears to hear him. "Do you think I look like him?" he then pulled me in closer, gently though, so I didn't notice, until he was standing right in front of me.
"Um." I was unsure of how to answer, the manic look had not disappeared from his eyes, but it wasn't so pronounced now, "I guess so," I replied, not looking into his eyes as he drew me into a tight embrace.
"He's dead you know," he whispered into my ear, stroking the back of my head. What was he trying to do? Get some sympathy? Well I wasn't feeling sympathetic; I just wanted to get out of here. He started mumbling again, I caught part of it,
"I know they killed him.I had to get my revenge, they're always keeping things from me, I knew it was them the second they set foot in this house on Sunday, conniving little." He then broke off and continued stroking my head with his free hand; the other was wound around my waist, so that I couldn't move away. His free hand moved down, lower, until it reached the collar of my jacket, he slowly started to shift it, so it fell down my shoulders to the floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, as he was fumbling with the back of my top,
"I'm lonely," He simply replied, turning my head with his hand, "I need someone to keep me company, that's you Nat. Please stay." He drew me into a short kiss before I could object and continued with my top. I now understood what he was trying to do.
"No," I said, looking up at him, my hands clenched in fists, " Let me go, please," He just smiled and continued, I was getting worried now, my heart was beating frantically.
"But I'm lonely," he answered after a while, I attempted to twist around and run, but his grip was too strong, "Don't go, I need you here" I seriously doubted that.
"No, let me go," I replied, more firmly, readying my fists, I knew that I had next to no physical strength, but I knew where it hurt to be hit.
"Please don't leave," He was pleading with me now, his blue eyes seemed to grow larger, he was looking at me, but his hand was busy and I could tell that I would have to get away soon or things were going to get worse. I turned away from his stare, getting ready to run for it.
"NO!" I shouted, changing my plan of action at the last second, and bought down my foot onto his with all my force. He was so shocked that he let go and I ran, as far away as I could get in the attic, doing my top back up as I went.
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(Hugo)
The rain was pounding down on the windscreen and obscuring my vision, the windscreen wipers weren't working quickly enough and to top it off, I had no idea where I was going. I had been told 'Enrique's house' but I didn't know whether it was my imagination, or reality, the person had disappeared almost as quickly as they had come.
"Come on, come on," I urged the windscreen wipers on, even though I knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. I peered out through the windscreen where the rain left spotted patterns on the glass. Driving along, I passed no cars on the road, maybe everyone was safe at home, and not out in a thunderstorm, What if Nat was? I'd better hurry up. I had decided to try this 'Enrique's house' but I couldn't remember the way and the constant rain wasn't helping.
I was driving along, frantically peering out of the glass, when I saw a boy standing in the road, they had purple hair and they weren't smiling, but like the other person I had seen earlier, they weren't wet.
I swerved to avoid them, and then stopped the car to see how they were. I got out and was instantly drenched within seconds, the rain fell down in sheets soaking me. I squinted through the darkness to see the person, then walked over to where they had been standing a few seconds ago, I noticed that it was the edge of a cliff. If I hadn't of swerved to avoid them, I would have gone straight across the edge. Oh God, I must either have a really good imagination, or this isn't just a coincidence.
I walked shakily back to the car, thinking about the drop. I sat in front of the steering wheel, leaning my head on it to calm myself down, when I looked up, I noticed the person I saw earlier sitting in the back seat of the car, but when I looked in the rear-view mirror, I couldn't see them.
"You're going the wrong way," They said, looking exasperated, it's left at the turning back there, not right." He sighed and his eyes grew cold all of a sudden, then he vanished also, making me jump. I slowly closed the car door, shook the rain from my eyes and turned the engine back on. Soon, I had gone to the left at the turning and was driving up a long hill, for what seemed like hours.
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(Nat)
I sat, huddled in a corner of the room, where the ceiling gently sloped down, and there was the least amount of light. The window was near to me, about 2 metres away, I wanted to scream for help out of it and hope that somebody, anybody might hear, but amongst the thunder and the howl of the wind, I seriously doubted that I would be heard. It made no sense shouting from where we were anyway, the fifth floor, it wasn't like anyone could get up here quick enough and there probably wasn't anyone near here within a miles radius.
I sat there, staying as still as I could. At first I couldn't hear anything, but then I heard slow footsteps, they were so faint it was hard to hear especially with the rain drumming on the roof, but I could still make them out, I knew then that he was coming this way, what could I possibly do?
I watched the candles, I didn't know why, but they seemed to flicker malevolently at me, almost taunting in the way they happily danced around. I saw a candle being extinguished across the room from me, its smoke spiralling unhappily up towards the ceiling and settling there.
"When all the candles go out, I'll find you," He declared, I heard him fall over and curse. I remembered my jacket that had been left in the middle of the floor and I hoped that was why he tripped over. I ignored his comment, not wanting him to know where I was.
What could I possibly do? I was stuck in an attic with a boy I thought that I knew, who was bordering on psychotic. I decided to move; I was too near the window. This, I found out, wasn't as easy as I had thought. Another candle was extinguished much closer to where I was. I held back a gasp and retreated further into the corner.
I could see very little, and I couldn't hear much either, I wasn't in the best of situations. I could just about see Enrique walking slowly past, and I shrunk back as far as I could. As far as I could make out, he was muttering to himself and pausing every few steps to peer into the darkness. I thanked my dark coloured clothes and stepped back as far as I could until he had gone past.
"Natalie." I heard him call, sending shivers down my spine.
I breathed a sigh of relief and took a careful step forward, at that he seemed to pause, so I slowly withdrew my foot and stayed where I was, perfectly still. He then moved on, putting another candle out, I slid down to sit on the floor; I was smaller that way, harder to see. I had been sitting on the floor for some time now, and my legs were getting cramped, but I didn't dare move.
So now there were 3 candles left, I was starting to get really worried now. I could hear small noises, in the darkness; my ears had become more alert. The creak of a floorboard, the whisper of wind, the soft calls of Enrique, a note of pleading in his voice, but at the same time, there was a hint of insanity.
After what seemed like almost 10 hours of silence, a loud thunderclap resonated around the room, and I jumped, not expecting a noise so loud, as the rain had begun to recede and it was getting eerily quieter by the minute. I felt a small trickle of blood run down my face from my head, where I had hit it, on what felt like a nail sticking out of the wall. I wiped it off impatiently; there was no time for worrying about that now, but it continued to gush freely down my face.
As the seconds ticked slowly by, I knew that I had to do something. I couldn't just sit here waiting for him to find me. I slowly edged along the floor, careful to never make more noise than necessary. I soon reached what felt like a chair and I was thankful for its protection. Now all I needed was something to protect my self with. I searched the floor; I found a dog toy, biros, a playboy magazine, used tissues and other hopeless things. My pockets also held similar useless objects. What could I possibly to do with a couple of tissues?
I looked up from my pointless search and saw only one dancing flame, dammit, how was I going to get out of this? The last flame was a mere metre or two away from me, near to the window, and I knew that he would soon be returning to the spot. The it hit me, maybe he knew I was here all along, and was strategically planning to go to that candle last, I suddenly remembered how he had left that one out, and moved onto the next one, he must have known, damn. How could I be so stupid? I was in deep trouble now.
What can I do? I had to think of something, and fast. I began another frantic search, not knowing quite what I was hoping to find. I suddenly found something hidden under the chair. I picked it up. Unfortunately, I had just picked up the blade of a knife. It created a deep wound in my palm. It hurt so much, I felt dizzy, my vision went blurry. I shook myself and quickly wiped my palm on my skirt, and I felt the blood seep through the cheap denim.
A knife? I wasn't expecting that, people didn't usually just keep sharp items in their lofts. Why did he need a knife? No need to ask questions now, I had a weapon, and I was grateful for it.
A chill breeze came from the open window and blew the last candle out. I watched the smoke spiral out of the window, free. Why couldn't the window be a little larger? I heard him cry out in triumph. I heard his slow footsteps walking towards me, it seemed to take forever, everything was in slow motion. Questions raced in my kind, decisions seemed inevitable but I had no idea what to do, and time was running out.
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, I could see him and he could definitely see me. He lumbered forwards, arms out-stretched, with an insane grin on his face.
"Come on, you know you want me" he sneered. Why did I ever agree to this?
The light disappeared again, but traces of it seemed to linger because I could still faintly see his outline. And although I knew he was there, it didn't stop me shivering with fear with every step he took, coming slowly closer. I could hear him, he was cackling. Why was he doing this? What could possibly change a person this much? Or maybe he was like this all the time and I was too blind to see it.
I gripped the knife in my hand, it pressed against my wound, making me feel light-headed, but it was my only chance to get out of this mess. What was I thinking? Surely this was illegal, but so was shutting someone in your attic and.he interrupted my thoughts when I realised that Enrique was within a metre of me. I stood up now, not wanting to be at a disadvantage, but slowly and shakily, I had never been so unsure of what I was doing. Loud thumping noises seemed to be coming from both my heart and the other side of the room.
He came closer; his face was barely an inch from mine. I could see him clearly despite the darkness, I was petrified. I took one last deep breath and thrust the knife forward with the most strength that I could muster.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then I heard a loud thump and the lighting then came back on as the door was thrust open. I gasped. Why did the lights have to come back on now?
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(Hugo)
I tumbled into the room after desperately ramming into it in a vain attempt to open the locked door. I had decided after a while that simply hitting the door wasn't going to make it open, and so I took up attacking the lock with anything I could find lying around, including a couple of expensive looking statues, they had smashed, but had done the job. Once I fell into the room after finally breaking the lock, the light automatically flicked on. I was surprised to say the least.
I scanned the room and over to my right, I saw Nat. She was standing very still, tears running down her face, mixing with blood from a cut on her head. I followed her gaze and saw Enrique lying flat on the floor. A golden- handled knife protruded from his chest, so close to his heart I couldn't tell if it had pierced it. There was a gradual stream of blood was pouring from his wound and his face was wide eyed, just staring at the ceiling. It was horrible.
I watched him carefully and from this distance I couldn't tell if he was still breathing. I slowly rose and cautiously walked over to where Nat was.
".Natty?" I said after hesitantly approaching. She turned to face me, tears silently falling down her face, then without a word, just dropped her head onto my shoulder. "What happened?" I asked tentatively, not sure whether I should have asked yet, but it was important to know.
"He tried to.he did." She broke off after attempting to string sentences together. I could tell that she didn't want to talk about it.
"It's ok," I reassured her, awkwardly patting her on the shoulder, she looked at me again, then at Enrique, then looked away, as if embarrassed.
"I'll have to go phone someone, an ambulance," I said gently, after a while, she simply nodded and detached her head from my shoulder, then stood, holding her hand awkwardly, I then noticed the deep cut she had on her palm. I handed her a tissue, and she nodded her thanks, poor Nat, her throat seemed to have closed up, because she wasn't speaking, just nodding and crying.
"I'll go find a phone, stay here ok? I'll be back as soon as I can." She simply stared at Enrique, so I made for the door, looking back at her before running down all the flights of stairs to reach the phone I had seen near the bottom.
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(Nat)
I wanted to tell Hugo to stay, but I couldn't bring myself to speak, I was too ashamed. I should have said, or made some indication, for him to stay with me, but it was too late. I had made a mistake.
I was left in the room, and I knew what was coming next. He was alive, I knew as soon as I saw him, lying there. I knew that the knife hadn't gone in too deep, I knew, I could tell as soon as I thrust it in. his eyes kept wandering and his hand was twitching, his chest rising and falling so gently it was almost impossible to tell. He was waiting for the opportune moment, waiting for Hugo to leave. I couldn't bear to look, and turned away.
"Nice try," This was all I heard, he spoke some more, but I was trying not to listen, he was going to pull it out, and I didn't want to see. I turned after the horrible noise had subsided and saw him sitting up straight, holding the knife in one hand, his wound with the other. I was shocked, how could he possibly sit up now? He then stood up, slouching a little, breath shuddering and jagged but standing up nonetheless. My breath caught in my throat, it was impossible. I had no time to wonder though, he was stepping towards me, I was frozen in fear.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Aren't you going to scream perhaps? At least call for your brother?" His voice was taunting, and he was getting closer again, it was like déjà vu all over again. I simply stared ahead, not speaking. I couldn't say anything and if I could bring myself to speak, I definitely couldn't think of anything to say.
Like before, he was right in front of me, but this time, he held the knife. I closed my eyes and looked down. I didn't want to see. I didn't care any more; at least if he killed me, I would never have to live with this memory. To my surprise, I felt his lips touch mine and he drew me into a short kiss, I was too shocked to object and wondered why he didn't just get it over with, why cause more suffering?
"I couldn't hurt you, you know that right Nat?" He asked me, tilting my chin up so I looked at him, "but it looks like you can find it in yourself to hurt me, what's with that?" He asked, gazing into my eyes, I tried not to blink, but my eyes watered and I looked down, not meeting his gaze, I couldn't. His hands were on my shoulders and the knife was grazing the surface of my skin, creating a small cut. His eyes darted to my shoulder, and he quickly removed his hand with the knife, muttering sorry.
"Why won't you answer me?" He asked, looking concerned, I hadn't seen that look in his eyes for ages and it scared me, oddly. I tried to answer, I did, but my throat felt constricted and I couldn't force any words out. His eyes flickered with anger when I yet again didn't answer him, but they returned back as before after he studied my face.
"Can't talk huh?" His words were slightly slurred, as if nearing un- consciousness; he did lose quite a lot of blood after all, even if the wound wasn't that deep. I nodded miserably, waiting for the knife to come plunging into my back, I could see his arm, slowly moving round, looking as if he was going to hug me, but I knew better. I was waiting for it, first he would continue with his 'nice act', then it would come, I wasn't entirely stupid.
"Y'know, when I first saw you, I knew." I looked up enquiringly, wondering what he was going to say, " I knew you were in league with them," I felt his arm stiffen and I knew any minute now.
I could run, I could run downstairs and get away, but then I would have to live with this memory forever, no, it was better to get it over and done with. He faltered, swaying slightly, noticing that I had not made any attempt to move, then probably deciding that was a better thing, continued.
I could feel his arm coming down in a graceful arch, I could hear the air particles moving away, and I could see the madness back in his eyes. Then it was over so quickly I hardly knew what happened, I was on the floor within seconds, blood seeping through my top and closed my eyes, waiting.
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I sat up in bed, stiff, but safe. It had been 2 weeks now and I was feeling slightly better, but nothing much had improved. My back still ached and reporters wouldn't leave me alone. The sheets were stiff and the air sterile. The hospital smelt like anti-biotics, which was a smell I had become accustomed to now; they were pumping them into me 24/7.
I looked down at the article in the paper that lay on my lap. It was one in a series of stories, a life story if you want to call it that, with all the details on the events at the house, and a number of made up facts about me mainly since I wasn't available for interviews, but the true bit was what I was reading now.
'On the night of October 4th, a number of strange goings-on happened at the residential Giancarlo mansion. At approximately 9:47 pm, Mr. A. Giancarlo was found dead; it was thought that he died a few hours before, but the cause of death is still unknown. 7 days later, in the grounds, 3 bodies were found, all male, one of slim build, one stocky and the other tall, suffering from blows to the head and knife wounds to the neck, temples and chest. Their identity has not yet been confirmed, their bodies were decomposed when discovered, which led to beliefs that they had died before that, possibly on the 5th. They are thought to have been close friends of Mr. A. Giancarlo son, Enrique.
He was also found in the house, in the attic on the 5th, unconscious with light wounds and a girl of 15 was also found, unconscious, and with much more serious wounds. It is unknown what exactly went on, because both people are still in hospital and un-available for questioning. A trial will be arranged for a later date. Although an 18 year old was found in the house as well, he didn't seem to have any connection with the events, apart from being the girl's brother, and was the one who called the ambulance in time.'
I put down the paper as it began to describe the events, not wanting to remember. I just wanted to get back to normal.
"Umm miss?" A nurse came in, carrying a tray, "There's someone here to see you,"
"They're not a reporter right?" I was tired of reporters, always knocking at my door and asking infinite questions.
"No, it's your brother," I nodded and Hugo walked in, I hadn't seen him in ages and to tell the truth, he looked terrible. He tentatively stepped across the gleaming tiles of the floor and sat in a chair next to me.
"Hiya," I said, sitting up a bit higher in bed. Causing the newspaper to fall to the floor. He picked it up, and put it back on the bed.
"How you feeling?"
"Alright I guess, just a bit sore,"
"Well, at least you're alive, seriously, when I went back up there and saw what he did to you, I was so angry, I-" he broke off and looked up at me, his hands were clenched in fists and Hugo looked really upset, "but you don't want to talk about it," He said sheepishly and looked down.
"It's ok, don't worry, I want to know,"
"No, I should go,"
"Don't go you idiot, I'm not upset, stop acting all sad, it's not your fault,"
"Yeah, but I'm the one who left you,"
"I don't care alright!"
"You sure?"
"Positive." Hugo became more relaxed after that and we just chatted for a while, carefully avoiding the subject of Enrique. When it was time for him to go, visiting hours were nearly over, I just had one question that I needed to ask him.
"How did you know I was there?"
"What?" He turned, as he was about to walk out the door
"How did you know where I was? I didn't say where I was going, so how did you get to Enrique's house?"
"Oh, well it was kinda weird. Mum told me to go look for you, so I walked out the door, not knowing where to go, there was a boy there, he told me where to go."
"What did he look like?" I sat forward, ignoring the pain it caused.
"Umm, well he was wearing a bandana and his hair was kinda red and this tall," He held his hand above his head to show the height. "Oh and he wasn't wet even though it was raining, "Could it have been Johnny? But I had seen him earlier outside home; he couldn't possibly stay there all that time, could he? My thoughts were interrupted by Hugo, who continued.
"Then when I was driving, I went the wrong way, but I didn't know that, and someone was standing in the road, so I swerved to avoid them, then they disappeared and were in the car. They said to go left and so I went back and turned the right way." He noticed me opening my mouth to ask what they looked like, but answered it before I could ask, "His hair was purple and he looked really serious," I cast my memory back, was it Robert? It couldn't be, it's too coincidental.
"Then when I finally got to the house, y'know the roads really long? Well, I didn't know where you were, so I started to look down the bottom of the house, the dining room was a mess, it looked like something strange had gone on there, the curtains were all torn down, the chairs upturned and there was blood on the table cloth."
He paused, before continuing, " I went to the kitchen after that, it was equally messy, stuff upturned and I knew it was hopeless, I would never find you. I looked round and there was another person, it was getting freaky by now. They were shorter than the other two, green hair I think, and he had the same look in his eyes, kinda not there, if you know what I mean. Anyway, they said to go upstairs to the 5th floor and then I just ran straight there, and you know the rest."
I sat there, and looked down at the paper again, re-reading the part on the bodies discovered.
'7 days later, in the grounds, 3 bodies were found, all male, one of slim build, one stocky and the other tall, suffering from blows to the head and knife wounds to the neck, temples and chest. Their identity has not yet been confirmed, their bodies were decomposed when discovered, which led to beliefs that they had died before that, possibly on the 5th. They are thought to have been close friends of Mr. A. Giancarlo son, Enrique. '
Oh God, it's not them is it? What he was saying before, about how he knew they did it, how it's their fault, about his father's death? No, it can't be true. I looked at it again, the descriptions fitted, slim, that's Oliver, stocky, Johnny and tall that would be Robert. No, it can't be. It would explain a lot though, but it can't be true, it just can't. He's not a murderer. I then painfully recalled the events of the 5th, thinking about it, then what Hugo said, no, I won't believe it, I have to ask him.
What am I saying? I can't go near Enrique, he could turn again, and it wasn't safe, sure he was a little mad, but not murderous? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, so I closed my eyes and tried not to think, eventually falling asleep.
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(1 month later)
I was allowed out of hospital today, along with all the information about the 5th. Since I had been deemed able to answer questions, there had been a constant flow of queries and accusations. I found that not all the press thought I was innocent enough to be freed without charges and were quite nasty about how the trial had gone earlier that week.
I didn't care though, I was free and they couldn't do anything about it. The story stormed the papers and news again, since they had finally got around to finishing the case. I was afraid to read the papers, knowing what I would find, but I was encouraged by one of the nurses, I opened it to the page I needed and their faces stared back at me.
It was a large, happy picture in the centre of the page, back when they were a team. 'The Majestics' as they had been called were standing outside a coliseum, the sunlight glinting off their armour. Johnny looked slightly sulky, and was edging away, but the others were smiling, even Robert, and waving at the camera. On the steps of the coliseum, you could see the blade breakers as tiny specks in the background. They all looked so happy and friendly.
I smiled, it was a lovely picture. The article about them started off all right, but got a bit morbid near the end with descriptions of their deaths and an obituary about some of them, saying the things they had done and why it was tragic to lose them. There were quotes from their relatives and friends. There was a section near the bottom from all the teams they had ever faced and they all said something about them, the blade breakers being the longest of course. In total, the whole article, with pictures, took up 4 pages. I closed the paper, and got up, it was time to leave.
Later, I was in the car, after wrestling our way through the press, I was sitting by the window, musing. The great expansive fields flickered past as our car moved further away into the countryside, we were moving again, my mum hadn't told me, but I could tell by the fact that there were suitcases in the trunk and the luggage was up to my knees.
As I watched the fields, sheep and clouds rush by, a lone tear trickled down my cheek, I wasn't sad, I was happy, I was going away, but I couldn't help it. As the countryside zoomed past, I cried for the Majestics and I cried for Enrique.
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Cha! I FINISHED!!!! Finally, woohoo!!! Hope ya liked it, it was extra long (well for my usual chapters), and I better have explained everything, cos I can't be bothered to change it!!!
Bye, it was nice reading this, and so great of yous lot to review me, it makes me soooooo happy ^-^
Enrique- yeah, well why did I have to be a psycho?
Johnny- Why was I even in this?
Robert- Why did I act so uncouthly?
Oliver- And why did I have to be dead?
Jolly- Ummm gotta go *runs of, being chased by angry Majestics (or the traffic light team as I call them)*
Bye!!! Thanks for reading. See yas soon!
Jolly ((~(^-^)~))
Disclaimer- I don't own beyblade, for now...
Ok, this'll be short, so I can start my new story that I'll enjoy writing more than this.
Oh yeah, I'm gonna use parts of the first chappie in this, y'know go into more detail, cos I'm cheap, Okies?
Oh, and I'd like to give a very special thankful extra big huuuuuuge thanks to KBA who gave me a plot in this last chappie, so kind of her, but anyways yeah, this story has never had a plot by the way, until now thanks to KBA, so lets all give a big round of applause *finds out she is the only one clapping, mainly cos she's the only one there* Fine then, be like that, at least I'm grateful. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, *pauses for breath* Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, *cough* Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, SAUSAGE!!!!
Oh yeah, btw in this chapter, Nat's wearing one of those tops, y'know a sleeveless one that does up at the back with erm, buttons or whatever, so later on, it'll make sense and hopefully nobody will get confused. (unlike the rest of the story, even I get confused, it has no plot o_O)
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Chapter 8- End. ( ok, so I'm uber cheap, but I can't think of a title, whaddaya want me to call it, I dunno, stabbi stabbi mebbs?)
(Nat)
It was dark.
Very dark. As I walked up the stairs behind Enrique, I could feel myself shivering, so I draped my now soaking jacket, that I had been carrying, over my shoulders to try and keep warmer, it didn't make much of a difference.
It was odd, there were strange vibes emitting from the attic and it smelt musty, and decaying, I could tell immediately that something was not right up there.
When we reached the door, I noted that he had in fact locked it discreetly behind him as I entered. A warning signal went off in my head, get out of there, but this was Enrique, what was there to be afraid of?
I glanced around the room, suspicious of my surroundings, there were 5 candles lighting the room, which cast eerie shadows into the darkest corners and I didn't want to know what was lurking there. There was a small window to my left and although the attic was large, I couldn't see what was going on, due to the lack of light.
I looked around for Enrique, I could see him standing at one end of the room, by a large painting. I stepped cautiously towards him and the painting. I looked up at it; there were two pairs of identical blue eyes staring at me. I then noticed how much Enrique resembled his father. He had the same eyes, facial features, but his father's hair was greyer with a receding hairline and his face was sterner, and he looked so much more tired than Enrique. He had on an expensive looking suit, and a red cravat. A small dog stood at his ankles, gazing up at its master. It was a typical pose that they generally used for kings in the older paintings. Geez, he must be really full of himself to have that painted.
He was sombrely gazing down from the portrait and it unnerved me. I stood next to Enrique, unsure of whether this was a good idea or not. As I stood there, he began to speak softly whilst gently slipping his arm around my waist; I stood still, not knowing what was the best thing to do.
"That's my father," He said softly, stating the obvious, whispering so I had to strain my ears to hear him. "Do you think I look like him?" he then pulled me in closer, gently though, so I didn't notice, until he was standing right in front of me.
"Um." I was unsure of how to answer, the manic look had not disappeared from his eyes, but it wasn't so pronounced now, "I guess so," I replied, not looking into his eyes as he drew me into a tight embrace.
"He's dead you know," he whispered into my ear, stroking the back of my head. What was he trying to do? Get some sympathy? Well I wasn't feeling sympathetic; I just wanted to get out of here. He started mumbling again, I caught part of it,
"I know they killed him.I had to get my revenge, they're always keeping things from me, I knew it was them the second they set foot in this house on Sunday, conniving little." He then broke off and continued stroking my head with his free hand; the other was wound around my waist, so that I couldn't move away. His free hand moved down, lower, until it reached the collar of my jacket, he slowly started to shift it, so it fell down my shoulders to the floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, as he was fumbling with the back of my top,
"I'm lonely," He simply replied, turning my head with his hand, "I need someone to keep me company, that's you Nat. Please stay." He drew me into a short kiss before I could object and continued with my top. I now understood what he was trying to do.
"No," I said, looking up at him, my hands clenched in fists, " Let me go, please," He just smiled and continued, I was getting worried now, my heart was beating frantically.
"But I'm lonely," he answered after a while, I attempted to twist around and run, but his grip was too strong, "Don't go, I need you here" I seriously doubted that.
"No, let me go," I replied, more firmly, readying my fists, I knew that I had next to no physical strength, but I knew where it hurt to be hit.
"Please don't leave," He was pleading with me now, his blue eyes seemed to grow larger, he was looking at me, but his hand was busy and I could tell that I would have to get away soon or things were going to get worse. I turned away from his stare, getting ready to run for it.
"NO!" I shouted, changing my plan of action at the last second, and bought down my foot onto his with all my force. He was so shocked that he let go and I ran, as far away as I could get in the attic, doing my top back up as I went.
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(Hugo)
The rain was pounding down on the windscreen and obscuring my vision, the windscreen wipers weren't working quickly enough and to top it off, I had no idea where I was going. I had been told 'Enrique's house' but I didn't know whether it was my imagination, or reality, the person had disappeared almost as quickly as they had come.
"Come on, come on," I urged the windscreen wipers on, even though I knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. I peered out through the windscreen where the rain left spotted patterns on the glass. Driving along, I passed no cars on the road, maybe everyone was safe at home, and not out in a thunderstorm, What if Nat was? I'd better hurry up. I had decided to try this 'Enrique's house' but I couldn't remember the way and the constant rain wasn't helping.
I was driving along, frantically peering out of the glass, when I saw a boy standing in the road, they had purple hair and they weren't smiling, but like the other person I had seen earlier, they weren't wet.
I swerved to avoid them, and then stopped the car to see how they were. I got out and was instantly drenched within seconds, the rain fell down in sheets soaking me. I squinted through the darkness to see the person, then walked over to where they had been standing a few seconds ago, I noticed that it was the edge of a cliff. If I hadn't of swerved to avoid them, I would have gone straight across the edge. Oh God, I must either have a really good imagination, or this isn't just a coincidence.
I walked shakily back to the car, thinking about the drop. I sat in front of the steering wheel, leaning my head on it to calm myself down, when I looked up, I noticed the person I saw earlier sitting in the back seat of the car, but when I looked in the rear-view mirror, I couldn't see them.
"You're going the wrong way," They said, looking exasperated, it's left at the turning back there, not right." He sighed and his eyes grew cold all of a sudden, then he vanished also, making me jump. I slowly closed the car door, shook the rain from my eyes and turned the engine back on. Soon, I had gone to the left at the turning and was driving up a long hill, for what seemed like hours.
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(Nat)
I sat, huddled in a corner of the room, where the ceiling gently sloped down, and there was the least amount of light. The window was near to me, about 2 metres away, I wanted to scream for help out of it and hope that somebody, anybody might hear, but amongst the thunder and the howl of the wind, I seriously doubted that I would be heard. It made no sense shouting from where we were anyway, the fifth floor, it wasn't like anyone could get up here quick enough and there probably wasn't anyone near here within a miles radius.
I sat there, staying as still as I could. At first I couldn't hear anything, but then I heard slow footsteps, they were so faint it was hard to hear especially with the rain drumming on the roof, but I could still make them out, I knew then that he was coming this way, what could I possibly do?
I watched the candles, I didn't know why, but they seemed to flicker malevolently at me, almost taunting in the way they happily danced around. I saw a candle being extinguished across the room from me, its smoke spiralling unhappily up towards the ceiling and settling there.
"When all the candles go out, I'll find you," He declared, I heard him fall over and curse. I remembered my jacket that had been left in the middle of the floor and I hoped that was why he tripped over. I ignored his comment, not wanting him to know where I was.
What could I possibly do? I was stuck in an attic with a boy I thought that I knew, who was bordering on psychotic. I decided to move; I was too near the window. This, I found out, wasn't as easy as I had thought. Another candle was extinguished much closer to where I was. I held back a gasp and retreated further into the corner.
I could see very little, and I couldn't hear much either, I wasn't in the best of situations. I could just about see Enrique walking slowly past, and I shrunk back as far as I could. As far as I could make out, he was muttering to himself and pausing every few steps to peer into the darkness. I thanked my dark coloured clothes and stepped back as far as I could until he had gone past.
"Natalie." I heard him call, sending shivers down my spine.
I breathed a sigh of relief and took a careful step forward, at that he seemed to pause, so I slowly withdrew my foot and stayed where I was, perfectly still. He then moved on, putting another candle out, I slid down to sit on the floor; I was smaller that way, harder to see. I had been sitting on the floor for some time now, and my legs were getting cramped, but I didn't dare move.
So now there were 3 candles left, I was starting to get really worried now. I could hear small noises, in the darkness; my ears had become more alert. The creak of a floorboard, the whisper of wind, the soft calls of Enrique, a note of pleading in his voice, but at the same time, there was a hint of insanity.
After what seemed like almost 10 hours of silence, a loud thunderclap resonated around the room, and I jumped, not expecting a noise so loud, as the rain had begun to recede and it was getting eerily quieter by the minute. I felt a small trickle of blood run down my face from my head, where I had hit it, on what felt like a nail sticking out of the wall. I wiped it off impatiently; there was no time for worrying about that now, but it continued to gush freely down my face.
As the seconds ticked slowly by, I knew that I had to do something. I couldn't just sit here waiting for him to find me. I slowly edged along the floor, careful to never make more noise than necessary. I soon reached what felt like a chair and I was thankful for its protection. Now all I needed was something to protect my self with. I searched the floor; I found a dog toy, biros, a playboy magazine, used tissues and other hopeless things. My pockets also held similar useless objects. What could I possibly to do with a couple of tissues?
I looked up from my pointless search and saw only one dancing flame, dammit, how was I going to get out of this? The last flame was a mere metre or two away from me, near to the window, and I knew that he would soon be returning to the spot. The it hit me, maybe he knew I was here all along, and was strategically planning to go to that candle last, I suddenly remembered how he had left that one out, and moved onto the next one, he must have known, damn. How could I be so stupid? I was in deep trouble now.
What can I do? I had to think of something, and fast. I began another frantic search, not knowing quite what I was hoping to find. I suddenly found something hidden under the chair. I picked it up. Unfortunately, I had just picked up the blade of a knife. It created a deep wound in my palm. It hurt so much, I felt dizzy, my vision went blurry. I shook myself and quickly wiped my palm on my skirt, and I felt the blood seep through the cheap denim.
A knife? I wasn't expecting that, people didn't usually just keep sharp items in their lofts. Why did he need a knife? No need to ask questions now, I had a weapon, and I was grateful for it.
A chill breeze came from the open window and blew the last candle out. I watched the smoke spiral out of the window, free. Why couldn't the window be a little larger? I heard him cry out in triumph. I heard his slow footsteps walking towards me, it seemed to take forever, everything was in slow motion. Questions raced in my kind, decisions seemed inevitable but I had no idea what to do, and time was running out.
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, I could see him and he could definitely see me. He lumbered forwards, arms out-stretched, with an insane grin on his face.
"Come on, you know you want me" he sneered. Why did I ever agree to this?
The light disappeared again, but traces of it seemed to linger because I could still faintly see his outline. And although I knew he was there, it didn't stop me shivering with fear with every step he took, coming slowly closer. I could hear him, he was cackling. Why was he doing this? What could possibly change a person this much? Or maybe he was like this all the time and I was too blind to see it.
I gripped the knife in my hand, it pressed against my wound, making me feel light-headed, but it was my only chance to get out of this mess. What was I thinking? Surely this was illegal, but so was shutting someone in your attic and.he interrupted my thoughts when I realised that Enrique was within a metre of me. I stood up now, not wanting to be at a disadvantage, but slowly and shakily, I had never been so unsure of what I was doing. Loud thumping noises seemed to be coming from both my heart and the other side of the room.
He came closer; his face was barely an inch from mine. I could see him clearly despite the darkness, I was petrified. I took one last deep breath and thrust the knife forward with the most strength that I could muster.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then I heard a loud thump and the lighting then came back on as the door was thrust open. I gasped. Why did the lights have to come back on now?
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(Hugo)
I tumbled into the room after desperately ramming into it in a vain attempt to open the locked door. I had decided after a while that simply hitting the door wasn't going to make it open, and so I took up attacking the lock with anything I could find lying around, including a couple of expensive looking statues, they had smashed, but had done the job. Once I fell into the room after finally breaking the lock, the light automatically flicked on. I was surprised to say the least.
I scanned the room and over to my right, I saw Nat. She was standing very still, tears running down her face, mixing with blood from a cut on her head. I followed her gaze and saw Enrique lying flat on the floor. A golden- handled knife protruded from his chest, so close to his heart I couldn't tell if it had pierced it. There was a gradual stream of blood was pouring from his wound and his face was wide eyed, just staring at the ceiling. It was horrible.
I watched him carefully and from this distance I couldn't tell if he was still breathing. I slowly rose and cautiously walked over to where Nat was.
".Natty?" I said after hesitantly approaching. She turned to face me, tears silently falling down her face, then without a word, just dropped her head onto my shoulder. "What happened?" I asked tentatively, not sure whether I should have asked yet, but it was important to know.
"He tried to.he did." She broke off after attempting to string sentences together. I could tell that she didn't want to talk about it.
"It's ok," I reassured her, awkwardly patting her on the shoulder, she looked at me again, then at Enrique, then looked away, as if embarrassed.
"I'll have to go phone someone, an ambulance," I said gently, after a while, she simply nodded and detached her head from my shoulder, then stood, holding her hand awkwardly, I then noticed the deep cut she had on her palm. I handed her a tissue, and she nodded her thanks, poor Nat, her throat seemed to have closed up, because she wasn't speaking, just nodding and crying.
"I'll go find a phone, stay here ok? I'll be back as soon as I can." She simply stared at Enrique, so I made for the door, looking back at her before running down all the flights of stairs to reach the phone I had seen near the bottom.
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(Nat)
I wanted to tell Hugo to stay, but I couldn't bring myself to speak, I was too ashamed. I should have said, or made some indication, for him to stay with me, but it was too late. I had made a mistake.
I was left in the room, and I knew what was coming next. He was alive, I knew as soon as I saw him, lying there. I knew that the knife hadn't gone in too deep, I knew, I could tell as soon as I thrust it in. his eyes kept wandering and his hand was twitching, his chest rising and falling so gently it was almost impossible to tell. He was waiting for the opportune moment, waiting for Hugo to leave. I couldn't bear to look, and turned away.
"Nice try," This was all I heard, he spoke some more, but I was trying not to listen, he was going to pull it out, and I didn't want to see. I turned after the horrible noise had subsided and saw him sitting up straight, holding the knife in one hand, his wound with the other. I was shocked, how could he possibly sit up now? He then stood up, slouching a little, breath shuddering and jagged but standing up nonetheless. My breath caught in my throat, it was impossible. I had no time to wonder though, he was stepping towards me, I was frozen in fear.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Aren't you going to scream perhaps? At least call for your brother?" His voice was taunting, and he was getting closer again, it was like déjà vu all over again. I simply stared ahead, not speaking. I couldn't say anything and if I could bring myself to speak, I definitely couldn't think of anything to say.
Like before, he was right in front of me, but this time, he held the knife. I closed my eyes and looked down. I didn't want to see. I didn't care any more; at least if he killed me, I would never have to live with this memory. To my surprise, I felt his lips touch mine and he drew me into a short kiss, I was too shocked to object and wondered why he didn't just get it over with, why cause more suffering?
"I couldn't hurt you, you know that right Nat?" He asked me, tilting my chin up so I looked at him, "but it looks like you can find it in yourself to hurt me, what's with that?" He asked, gazing into my eyes, I tried not to blink, but my eyes watered and I looked down, not meeting his gaze, I couldn't. His hands were on my shoulders and the knife was grazing the surface of my skin, creating a small cut. His eyes darted to my shoulder, and he quickly removed his hand with the knife, muttering sorry.
"Why won't you answer me?" He asked, looking concerned, I hadn't seen that look in his eyes for ages and it scared me, oddly. I tried to answer, I did, but my throat felt constricted and I couldn't force any words out. His eyes flickered with anger when I yet again didn't answer him, but they returned back as before after he studied my face.
"Can't talk huh?" His words were slightly slurred, as if nearing un- consciousness; he did lose quite a lot of blood after all, even if the wound wasn't that deep. I nodded miserably, waiting for the knife to come plunging into my back, I could see his arm, slowly moving round, looking as if he was going to hug me, but I knew better. I was waiting for it, first he would continue with his 'nice act', then it would come, I wasn't entirely stupid.
"Y'know, when I first saw you, I knew." I looked up enquiringly, wondering what he was going to say, " I knew you were in league with them," I felt his arm stiffen and I knew any minute now.
I could run, I could run downstairs and get away, but then I would have to live with this memory forever, no, it was better to get it over and done with. He faltered, swaying slightly, noticing that I had not made any attempt to move, then probably deciding that was a better thing, continued.
I could feel his arm coming down in a graceful arch, I could hear the air particles moving away, and I could see the madness back in his eyes. Then it was over so quickly I hardly knew what happened, I was on the floor within seconds, blood seeping through my top and closed my eyes, waiting.
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I sat up in bed, stiff, but safe. It had been 2 weeks now and I was feeling slightly better, but nothing much had improved. My back still ached and reporters wouldn't leave me alone. The sheets were stiff and the air sterile. The hospital smelt like anti-biotics, which was a smell I had become accustomed to now; they were pumping them into me 24/7.
I looked down at the article in the paper that lay on my lap. It was one in a series of stories, a life story if you want to call it that, with all the details on the events at the house, and a number of made up facts about me mainly since I wasn't available for interviews, but the true bit was what I was reading now.
'On the night of October 4th, a number of strange goings-on happened at the residential Giancarlo mansion. At approximately 9:47 pm, Mr. A. Giancarlo was found dead; it was thought that he died a few hours before, but the cause of death is still unknown. 7 days later, in the grounds, 3 bodies were found, all male, one of slim build, one stocky and the other tall, suffering from blows to the head and knife wounds to the neck, temples and chest. Their identity has not yet been confirmed, their bodies were decomposed when discovered, which led to beliefs that they had died before that, possibly on the 5th. They are thought to have been close friends of Mr. A. Giancarlo son, Enrique.
He was also found in the house, in the attic on the 5th, unconscious with light wounds and a girl of 15 was also found, unconscious, and with much more serious wounds. It is unknown what exactly went on, because both people are still in hospital and un-available for questioning. A trial will be arranged for a later date. Although an 18 year old was found in the house as well, he didn't seem to have any connection with the events, apart from being the girl's brother, and was the one who called the ambulance in time.'
I put down the paper as it began to describe the events, not wanting to remember. I just wanted to get back to normal.
"Umm miss?" A nurse came in, carrying a tray, "There's someone here to see you,"
"They're not a reporter right?" I was tired of reporters, always knocking at my door and asking infinite questions.
"No, it's your brother," I nodded and Hugo walked in, I hadn't seen him in ages and to tell the truth, he looked terrible. He tentatively stepped across the gleaming tiles of the floor and sat in a chair next to me.
"Hiya," I said, sitting up a bit higher in bed. Causing the newspaper to fall to the floor. He picked it up, and put it back on the bed.
"How you feeling?"
"Alright I guess, just a bit sore,"
"Well, at least you're alive, seriously, when I went back up there and saw what he did to you, I was so angry, I-" he broke off and looked up at me, his hands were clenched in fists and Hugo looked really upset, "but you don't want to talk about it," He said sheepishly and looked down.
"It's ok, don't worry, I want to know,"
"No, I should go,"
"Don't go you idiot, I'm not upset, stop acting all sad, it's not your fault,"
"Yeah, but I'm the one who left you,"
"I don't care alright!"
"You sure?"
"Positive." Hugo became more relaxed after that and we just chatted for a while, carefully avoiding the subject of Enrique. When it was time for him to go, visiting hours were nearly over, I just had one question that I needed to ask him.
"How did you know I was there?"
"What?" He turned, as he was about to walk out the door
"How did you know where I was? I didn't say where I was going, so how did you get to Enrique's house?"
"Oh, well it was kinda weird. Mum told me to go look for you, so I walked out the door, not knowing where to go, there was a boy there, he told me where to go."
"What did he look like?" I sat forward, ignoring the pain it caused.
"Umm, well he was wearing a bandana and his hair was kinda red and this tall," He held his hand above his head to show the height. "Oh and he wasn't wet even though it was raining, "Could it have been Johnny? But I had seen him earlier outside home; he couldn't possibly stay there all that time, could he? My thoughts were interrupted by Hugo, who continued.
"Then when I was driving, I went the wrong way, but I didn't know that, and someone was standing in the road, so I swerved to avoid them, then they disappeared and were in the car. They said to go left and so I went back and turned the right way." He noticed me opening my mouth to ask what they looked like, but answered it before I could ask, "His hair was purple and he looked really serious," I cast my memory back, was it Robert? It couldn't be, it's too coincidental.
"Then when I finally got to the house, y'know the roads really long? Well, I didn't know where you were, so I started to look down the bottom of the house, the dining room was a mess, it looked like something strange had gone on there, the curtains were all torn down, the chairs upturned and there was blood on the table cloth."
He paused, before continuing, " I went to the kitchen after that, it was equally messy, stuff upturned and I knew it was hopeless, I would never find you. I looked round and there was another person, it was getting freaky by now. They were shorter than the other two, green hair I think, and he had the same look in his eyes, kinda not there, if you know what I mean. Anyway, they said to go upstairs to the 5th floor and then I just ran straight there, and you know the rest."
I sat there, and looked down at the paper again, re-reading the part on the bodies discovered.
'7 days later, in the grounds, 3 bodies were found, all male, one of slim build, one stocky and the other tall, suffering from blows to the head and knife wounds to the neck, temples and chest. Their identity has not yet been confirmed, their bodies were decomposed when discovered, which led to beliefs that they had died before that, possibly on the 5th. They are thought to have been close friends of Mr. A. Giancarlo son, Enrique. '
Oh God, it's not them is it? What he was saying before, about how he knew they did it, how it's their fault, about his father's death? No, it can't be true. I looked at it again, the descriptions fitted, slim, that's Oliver, stocky, Johnny and tall that would be Robert. No, it can't be. It would explain a lot though, but it can't be true, it just can't. He's not a murderer. I then painfully recalled the events of the 5th, thinking about it, then what Hugo said, no, I won't believe it, I have to ask him.
What am I saying? I can't go near Enrique, he could turn again, and it wasn't safe, sure he was a little mad, but not murderous? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, so I closed my eyes and tried not to think, eventually falling asleep.
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(1 month later)
I was allowed out of hospital today, along with all the information about the 5th. Since I had been deemed able to answer questions, there had been a constant flow of queries and accusations. I found that not all the press thought I was innocent enough to be freed without charges and were quite nasty about how the trial had gone earlier that week.
I didn't care though, I was free and they couldn't do anything about it. The story stormed the papers and news again, since they had finally got around to finishing the case. I was afraid to read the papers, knowing what I would find, but I was encouraged by one of the nurses, I opened it to the page I needed and their faces stared back at me.
It was a large, happy picture in the centre of the page, back when they were a team. 'The Majestics' as they had been called were standing outside a coliseum, the sunlight glinting off their armour. Johnny looked slightly sulky, and was edging away, but the others were smiling, even Robert, and waving at the camera. On the steps of the coliseum, you could see the blade breakers as tiny specks in the background. They all looked so happy and friendly.
I smiled, it was a lovely picture. The article about them started off all right, but got a bit morbid near the end with descriptions of their deaths and an obituary about some of them, saying the things they had done and why it was tragic to lose them. There were quotes from their relatives and friends. There was a section near the bottom from all the teams they had ever faced and they all said something about them, the blade breakers being the longest of course. In total, the whole article, with pictures, took up 4 pages. I closed the paper, and got up, it was time to leave.
Later, I was in the car, after wrestling our way through the press, I was sitting by the window, musing. The great expansive fields flickered past as our car moved further away into the countryside, we were moving again, my mum hadn't told me, but I could tell by the fact that there were suitcases in the trunk and the luggage was up to my knees.
As I watched the fields, sheep and clouds rush by, a lone tear trickled down my cheek, I wasn't sad, I was happy, I was going away, but I couldn't help it. As the countryside zoomed past, I cried for the Majestics and I cried for Enrique.
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Cha! I FINISHED!!!! Finally, woohoo!!! Hope ya liked it, it was extra long (well for my usual chapters), and I better have explained everything, cos I can't be bothered to change it!!!
Bye, it was nice reading this, and so great of yous lot to review me, it makes me soooooo happy ^-^
Enrique- yeah, well why did I have to be a psycho?
Johnny- Why was I even in this?
Robert- Why did I act so uncouthly?
Oliver- And why did I have to be dead?
Jolly- Ummm gotta go *runs of, being chased by angry Majestics (or the traffic light team as I call them)*
Bye!!! Thanks for reading. See yas soon!
Jolly ((~(^-^)~))