1Disclaimer: I don't own Code Lyoko
Pairings: OxE
Author's Note: Sorry...I haven't been updating, have I? Forewarning...This is slightly graphic... Well...it's been a VERY busy week. And I think my sister turned into flipper...
"Odd quit pacing!" Ulrich ordered for the umpteenth time that hour. They were sitting outside the hotel, sprawled across the benches except for Odd who kept getting up to pace every few minutes. "Odd!"
"Look, she said she'd be here. Maybe she's running late?" Jeremie suggested but Odd just shook his head, continuing with his pacing.
"Perhaps her alarm didn't go off?" Aelita asked.
"Look, whatever's keeping her it must be bad. I mean...come on...she promised," Odd exclaimed. He turned sharply and tripped, falling to the ground, just sitting there, looking out over the parking lot. "I'm gonna go check on her."
"Odd, are you insane? The buses will be here in twenty minutes!" Yumi exclaimed, sitting up and looking at him.
"I'll be back in time. Just...save me a seat, okay?" Before any of them could protest he ran off down the gravel path leading to the faire grounds.
"Should we let him go alone?" Ulrich asked, already rising to his feet.
"She could've been detained by her parents, told to help clean up," Jeremie began.
"Or something else," Yumi finished.
"What do you mean?" Aelita asked, looking at them. They exchanged looks and Jeremie nodded.
"We think her parents are abusive Aelita. They...hit...her. So we're going to go make sure Odd doesn't stick his neck out to far," Jeremie explained. He grabbed her arm, pulling her along as they took off after Odd.
He got there in four minutes flat, breathing hard as he jogged down the lanes of trailers until he reached hers. The car out front was gone and the front door wasn't closed all the way. He frowned, walking slowly up to the door, muscles tense, ready to fight. "Hello?" he called as he opened the door. Silence met him and he pulled the door open, stepping into the dimness.
The blinds were still pulled shut for the night and the air conditioner hummed cheerily overhead. A dull throb in a sea of quiet. He was in the main living area, to the right were the bedrooms, the kitchen to the left. After a few moments hesitation he went to the bedrooms and looked in, the rooms were tossed. Hangars strewed across the floor, clothes discarded everywhere. Books, pens, paper, pictures, all lay scattered across the ground.
In one of the rooms, he found a picture of her in her garb and picked it up. She was smiling happily, an arm wrapped around each of her siblings. This room looked untouched. It was bright green with rainbow beads hanging around the bed. The curtains were bright pink along with the carpet. The mirror in the back sported a collage of pictures and he made his way over to it. The clothes still remained in the closet, porcelain figurines cluttered the shelves and dresser.
He swallowed, turning away from the rooms and making his way through the living room and into the kitchen. It was darker in here and smelled...odd. He reached around on the wall, trying to find a light switch. He found one and flicked the switch but he only heard a dry fizz that meant the lightbulb was removed. He swallowed, looking around for a flashlight. Nothing. "Lizzy?" he called softly. He saw the outline of something move in the dark and took a half-step back. "Lizzy?"
He bumped into an end table and something wobbled, fell over, and landed on his foot. He cursed quietly, picking it up. A candle. He went through the drawers quickly, trying to find matches before finally finding a lighter and igniting the candle. Slowly he made his way back to the kitchen, holding the wavering light in front of him.
Something silvery glinted further in and he stepped closer, looking down. It was a knife, the kind used for carving and his stomach somersaulted, threatening to spill it's contents when he glimpsed the rust-red stains on it.
Blood.
He looked down and instantly wished he hadn't. Red hand prints glared at him from the floor, smears of crimson streaked across the cabinets. The more he looked the more nauseous he felt. Something groaned and he jerked, almost dropping the candle. He moved forward tentatively until he was by the back wall. A figure lay, it's back to him, the rest of the characteristics lost in the formless shadows surrounding it.
He moved forward, turning it onto it's side and pulled back sharply when he saw her face. Ash grey and chalk white. The lips were pale and drawn back from loss of blood, he sat her up, cradling her against him and she groaned again, her eyes flicking open and he smiled at her. "Hello Lizzy."
"Odd? What're...What're you..."
"I'm here for you." He looked down at the rest of her body, a deep gash stretched across her belly but the blood was dry and crusting. "What happened?"
"He..." She trailed off, gesturing vaguely to an area behind him. Odd set her down gently, turning to see where she was pointing too. The table was behind him and he caught sight of the man laying underneath it. A pool of red underneath him. That did it. He ran to the sink, his body convulsing. "Odd...?"
He just shook his head, sinking down again, leaning wearily against the cabinet. "Why...?"
"Odd, I have to go. People will find him soon. I have to go."
"Elizabeth..why'd you do it?"
He looked up, watching her pull herself wearily to her feet, her hair hanging limply over her face. Sweat glistened on her face in the dim light. "Are you going to help or not?" she asked. He swallowed, trying to regain composure and not stare at her battered, bloody body.
Author's Note: Okay...turned out bloodier than I wanted...Sorry guys!
