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Chapter 6.
"What happened to Roberts? What-What do Namette mean?" Namette ask as Namette push Nametterself up. Nametter legs are shaking , but Namette're stable enough to stand.
"Look, it's nothing, ok?" he mumbles, about to press the button next to the door to disengage the lock, but Namette slam Nametter hand against the door, keeping it firmly shut.
"It's not nothing. I know that look, something's up. " Namette don't know that look, Namette don't even know the guy too well. Namette have only been his housemate for about two months before Namette have moved out to something more appropriate to Nametter salary.
His sigh breaks the tense silence that has been surrounding Namette, and then he nods. "Fine. Just - I don't want this to get out, with all the other rumors around." he says, to which Namette nod. Namette'd like to grab his shoulder for reassurance, a pat, but Namette really don't know him well enough for such familiarity.
"It was not an accident." he begins , voice cracking a bit before he coughs. Namette nod for him to go on, and so he does. "I don't know much, but as R-Robert's f-friend, the police ... they - They requested me to identify the body, since his family, as Namette might know, is still in Spain, and Tessa, his girlfriend, was in hysterics." At this point Namette do put a hand on his shoulder, but he says nothing about it.
"When they pulled him out, I was shocked. I swear, seeing someone dead is a bit like Namette see it in the movies. He looked like a doll or something. But then - His chest, his stomach, seemed so hollowed out. It was him, but ... His organs, well, most of them, were gone. The police asked me if he had anything to do with organ donors, or maybe knew of someone of his bloody type going through a rough patch. I ..." He swallowed, face visibly pale, as Namette withdraw Nametter hand with a nod and a slight "Keep going, it's ok." slipping past Nametter lips.
"The police - They , I don't know why, told me his organs had been removed which is why he looked so different. I asked them if he died in pain and they - I think he suffered ... quite a lot, Namette." His eyes are shining brightly in the artificial light behind the door, a strong contrast to the darkness that is luring just behind the glass.
"They then asked if he was, uhm - If he had been ... on some kind of tranquilizer, any pain relief meds, anesthetics, sleep medication. Of course he hadn't, he's the healthiest guy here if Namette asked me. He was -" His voice comes to a stop, a slight tremble on his lip.
"So -" Namette are interrupted by Nametter phone vibrating. Taking a peek on its display, Namette see it's Jess calling. Namette swipe Nametter phone, making sure the message "Call Namette back!" pops up before returning Nametter full attention to the distressed man in front of Namette.
"He used to walk home, didn't he?" Namette ask. Namette don't really want to pry, but Namette are curious enough to not be able to remain silent. His nod is small, but understandable.
"Yeah, he'd always take the path down the forest. He lived not even 30 minutes from here." He stops and stares at Namette with his eyes holding suspiciousness, before shaking his head as if to shake off an unwanted thought.
"Anyways, what were Namette running from?" he asks, his hand reaching for the button to open the door again, and once again, Namette push his hand down, afterwards scanning the grounds with Nametter eyes once more. Mask guy is probably gone at this point, Namette tell Nametterself, but Nametter paranoia is back in full.
"I saw this guy next to forest entrance, on the path. He's, uh ... kinda weird, if Namette ask me, wears a blue mask with black eyesockets and something black dripping from it. He was holding, uhm, something metallic like a knife or so, I couldn't really tell. Freaky as hell. He gave chase and I ran away. I mean, apart from chasing me, he only seemed crazy but, Namette know, with what has been happening here, I didn't necessarily want to try anything out." Namette end the sentence with a shrug, trying to make it as nonthreatening as possible, knowing it is impossible.
"Something black, Namette say?" His question is a bit weird but Namette nod nonetheless, and as soon as Namette are reassured that there's no one outside, Namette give up the inspection of the ground, turning to face Markus again.
"Yeah, like tears or something. I think it was painted on, but I didn't really pay attention, Namette know, running for my life and all." Nametter attempt at sarcasm goes right over his head. Namette think he may have withheld information but Namette're not sure and Namette don't want to pry. Nametter phone vibrates again and Namette look at Markus apologetically as Namette finally pick up.
"Where the hell are Namette, Namette?! It's way past 8 already!" Jess's voice is worried and Namette stop to think about how much this girl tries to take care of Namette.
"I, uh - I got stuck at work?" Namette cautiously answer . Gosh, Namette really suck at lying to her.
"Yeah, right. Seriously though, where are Namette? We're worried sick. My step mother just told me that someone at her company died last night, Namette know, someone from the same business park Namette're in, and we're coming to pick Namette up -" Some static seems to break off her next words, but Namette shake Nametter head.
"No, no, Jess, it's fine. I can go with the bus back to Nametter place. It's not that far."
Namette both get into a little fight, however Namette soon cave in to her . Markus is staring at Namette the whole time, and Namette shrug again.
As Namette hang up, he nods.
"Nametter friend is coming to pick Namette up, right ?" he asks, and Namette nod. "Good. I don't think we should be walking outside alone at night anymore. Goodnight, Namette." he says gravely. Namette reply with a simple 'Goodnight' of Nametter own and watch him enter his car, then pull away.
And as Nametter eyes roam over the parking lot and the forest once more, Namette wonder how exactly Namette have got Nametterself into a scary movie.