It was about a fifteen minute drive before Jen arrived at the address Henry had given.
After putting the truck in park, she just sat there at first, trying to examine her surroundings but it was just too dark and quiet. There wasn't even a single working street light. The only light at the moment came from the headlights and Jen considered leaving them on, but no, it'd be best to not risk Mark's truck getting stolen by some other lunatic that could be lurking nearby (besides Henry).

After taking a deep breath to try and help calm her nerves, Jen cut the engine off and got out.
Moonlight did offer some visual assistance, but just barely.

While keeping an ear out, she couldn't help but shiver, but not from cold. The temperature was a comfortable 65 degrees after all. No, it was from the silence. Dead silence. This abandoned part of town was NOT a place you wanted to be at four o'clock in the morning.

As Jen found the entrance and entered, she remained quiet.

Pitch-black.

After a few more steps inside, Jen paused when Henry finally spoke up, but in a very creepy sing-song,
"Body in the dissssstance, bleeding out so pure... come dance with me on willows, and watch the weeping lure..."

Jen could feel her heart beginning to race and wished she could see. His voice had a slight echo throughout the room, making it difficult to determine his location at the moment, and then, his eerie singing continued... "I hear you taste a'plenty, laying on death's door..."

"Okay, Henry, enough!" Jen shouted, her own voice also echoing.

"...so cry, and scream, and struggle... my makeshift little whore."
His singing finally ended, and Jen desperately tried to see anything.

"Welcome, lovely."

"Okay Henry, I'm here. Now, keep your end of this deal and let Mark's father go." She felt a bit shook-up, but still managed to keep anxiety out of her tone when she spoke. He was going to pull something. She just knew it. But what?

"If only I knew where he was."
His response sounded sincere, but Jen wasn't buying it and she shook her head,
"No. No games, Henry. Let him go!"

"Oh, trust me," He laughed, "I'm not playing this time, dear, I really don't know where my Uncle Jack is... but it's awfully convenient, don't you think? I love that he's missing. It was a perfect way to get you here."

"You're lying."

Henry shrugged his shoulders, which would remain unseen of course.

XXXXX

Mark paced around the living room, saying nothing, even though it was obvious he wanted to speak up. He looked conflicted and confused. Connie was seated on the couch and had been watching him the entire time, "Mark, have a seat already or something. You're starting to make me dizzy."

"I'm a fool, Connie. I'm such a fucking fool. I shouldn't have let her go alone! What the hell was I thinking?"

"You agreed to have faith in her. Remember, Jen has the angel powers now. Henry's sure to be no match for that. Please, sit down!"

"I hope you're right."

XXXXX

"So, my darling Jen, I think you and I should have a nice, long chat. Let me start off with a true story... Er... confession, if you will."

Jen remained silent, but still kept a careful ear on her surroundings. For now, Henry didn't sound like he was close-by.

"Do you remember that Halloween when you asked me about the stain on the living room carpet, and I told you I had just mixed up some fake blood for a costume and accidentally spilled it?"

Jen felt a bit confused and wondered where he could be going with this, "And I said it was an awfully big stain for just a spill. You told me because it was a bucket..."

Henry laughed, "Right. And you believed me too. Old gullible Jen. Want the truth?"

Panic set in now.
It was pretty easy to guess what he was about to tell her and she gave no response, which only made him laugh again, "Well, do you remember that crazy old homeless woman? What was her name - Ernestine-something, I believe?"

"Ernestine Petty. Y-You killed Ernestine Petty?"

"Didn't you ever wonder why we never saw her again after Halloween?"

Jen's stomach twisted and she was now on the verge of sobbing.
Henry had killed someone, in their own home, and she never knew.

"I-I guess I just figured, and hoped, that maybe she'd gotten some help... or found a shelter."

"Now, now. Don't cry. It's obvious I did the bitch a favor. No one would come for her. No one cared. She was pathetic."

"You don't take someone's life and call it doing them a favor!" Jen shouted, half crying and half angry.

The mixture of emotions swirling around inside of her - shock, anger, panic, distress, and disgust - they were almost too much to bear and her already twisted stomach felt knotted-up even more. She raised a hand to cover her mouth as a sudden wave of nausea hit, causing her to gag. Luckily, that was all.
Laughter from Henry echoed in the darkness around her.

Jen took a deep, shaky breath when the feeling began to fade and she shook her head, speaking up again, but faintly, "Why?"

"Why? Because I can. And because you DO NOT fuck with Henry Evans."

"What are you talking about? What could she have ever done to you?!"

"Screaming obscenities and threats. A big no-no. I don't know who the fuck she thought she was, but I took care of it. Thanks for cleaning that up, by the way." If not for the dark, Jen would have seen an amused and sinister grin on Henry's lips.

"Oh god..."
Jen flashed into the memory again. Henry was right. She had told him not to worry about the mess and offered to clean it herself. It had been a very difficult task, but she thought nothing of it because she'd heard fake blood was a pain to wash out.

"You know, that almost makes you an accomplice. How's it feel, Jen?"

"Well I'm NOT. I had no knowledge of your crime, you sick fuck! Tell me something... what about Richard? What could your innocent little have done that was so terrible?!"

Henry gave her an unseen smirk, "Quite interesting of you to ask, since I'm about to make YOU pay for the same reason."

Jen's anxiety flew through the roof and she took a step backward, despite not knowing exactly where he was, "What do you mean by that?"

"Little Richie stole something of mine. And you DO NOT take what belongs to me."

"I didn't take anything from you!" Jen argued, appalled that he would kill his baby brother over such a thing.

"No? Oh. Wait. I guess I should rephrase that. Destroyed. Is that better? You DESTROYED something of mine, which honestly, is much worse."

"i don't know what you're talking about, Henry! I didn't take or destroy anything of yours."

"Oh no?"

"No!"

"I know that you were pregnant."

Jen stood in stunned silence, flabbergasted. How in the world? And as if Henry could read her mind, he answered, "A little demon told me. Part of the same demons torturing that precious angel of yours. And you... well... I'm taking matters into my own hands."

"Henry..." Jen spoke up finally, "...it's not like that was an easy, sudden decision. I'm not so heartless, even though you raped me." She knew this attempt to reason with him would be unsuccessful, but she had to give it a shot anyway, "It was extremely hard, and even now it still bothers me. It took me a lot of time to consi-"

"Save the speech, Jen," Henry interrupted, "it's not going to help you."

"It's not even something you would have wanted."

"Doesn't matter. Point is... it was MINE."

At the sound of feet shuffling, Jen braced herself. Henry circled her now, but still from a distance. For at least three minutes, neither one of them spoke. Jen remained still, standing her ground and trying to listen for how close he was. And suddenly, another sing-song. More lyrics that sent chills down Jen's spine: "Bleed out, bleed out... you're numb at my feet... newly divided... honey-suckle treat."

"You've seriously lost your mind." Jen whispered, her heart now racing in fear.
This new behavior of Henry's was quite terrifying.

The sound of shoes shuffling occurred once more before everything went silent again... and then, for a split second, Jen could tell someone was standing right next to her. Before she had the chance to react, a fist slammed into her cheek with enough force to knock her off of her feet. Immediately upon hitting the ground, Henry threw himself on top of her, rolling her over onto her back as he attempted to strangle her once more.

"You don't EVER destroy something of mine and get away with it! EVER! This time I'll make sure you stay dead!"

It was now or never. Jen extended an arm out from under Henry and, with the flick of her wrist, he went flying off of her. The sound of a THUD soon followed and confirmed that he had hit a wall on the other side of the room. She then scrambled back up to her feet and rushed toward the door, but froze at a sudden noise which came from the direction Henry had landed.

Keys jingling.

"You won't get far, darling."

Jen felt her pockets. They were empty.
Henry had managed to steal the truck keys from her.

Author's Note: The first song that Henry sings was inspired by "O Willow Waly" by Isla Cameron. It's a song I find really creepy, but still cool. If you haven't heard it, search Youtube and give it a listen. My original plan was to have Henry sing "O Willow Waly", but I decided to write my own creepy little tune and Henry sings it in a similar manner. Also, apologies for the almost 4-month delay! I will be working on part 2 and hopefully it will not take as long as this chapter did. Please leave me a review and give your honest thoughts on this chapter. I did my best :) Thanks for reading!