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Chapter 6

Day 20

Matthew Williams typed away at his laptop. Opening up , he turned around in the dark room to make sure nobody looked over his shoulder. For some reason, he just felt like someone kept looking over his shoulder, although, it wouldn't surprise him any.

Typing in his address, he waited for the page to load. Finally, he had decided to search up the history of his house. Hoping, that he will get some kind of results. He clicked on the first link and by all the words was a picture of the house, looking new before it became abandoned.

He read over the article, but nothing about any murder happening inside the house showed up. Basically, the whole thing was about the history, how it was built and all that. He sighed, irritated that he couldn't find anything so he left up his laptop and walked out of the living room to go get a drink of water.

Matthew ran a hand through his hair, pushing up his glasses as he bent down to grab a bottled water. Opening it, he took a drink and dragged his feet back into the living room where he saw keys in the keyboard being pressed.

Walking over he sat down next to the computer so he didn't sit on the spirit. That would be an odd experience.

The page was back on , the search clean except for the beginning of a name. The letters were pressed slowly, almost lazily. Once the name was done, he felt a breeze so he scooted over to in front of the computer and looked at the name.

Gilbert Beilschmidt.

He pressed search and the first link's header said August 12, 2008 Disappearance, clicking on it, he saw a picture once again to the side. It seemed to be a picture from high school, a small smirk splayed on his lips, showing one sharp tooth. His hair was practically pure white, flowing down a little passed his ears then waving outwards. The bangs were swept across his forehead and bright red eyes stared back at him through the computer.

…This is Gilbert… Matthew thought, then proceeded to read the article.

Gilbert Beilschmidt went missing on the 12th of August. Reports say he left in the morning but never came back. He is 5'9" with silver hair and red eyes, if anyone has seen…

Matthew kept scanning over the words; Gilbert had gone missing at the age of 24. Who knows how long he had been kept before he was killed? How did he die? When did he die? The Canadian thought over these questions, furrowing his brow.

Then he remembered, Ludwig said something about Gilbert being his brother! This was his first destination; he ran over to the window and opened the curtain, letting in the sunlight. The room lit up easily; throwing on his jacket, he scribbled out a note,

Need to do some errands. Be back soon.

Matthew~

Taping it on the wall right by the door to the kitchen, he started towards the door when he remembered the shed. The necklace that was in his pocket and the coffin… He had found it right after the iron cross, but he couldn't open it. It was sealed shut with a lock and he was too afraid to pick up any of the tools to attempt and break it open.

Also, he wants to keep it a secret. He'll just have to find a way to get into it on his own.

…..

Knock, Knock, Knock

The Canadian stood in front of a crimson red door. A black Buick Lacrosse sat in the driveway so he knew that the German was home. He waited when he heard shuffling from behind the door then the bolt being unlocked.

The door swung open for Matthew to come face to chest with the tall blond with an icy stare, his hair already slicked back while wearing a black tank top with matching black cargo pants.

Ludwig invited Matthew in without a word and led him into the living room. Once both were sat down, the German spoke,

"What brings you here, Matthew?" His deep accented voice rang through the room,

"I… I have a question… If that's alright?" The Canadian swallowed thickly, hoping to not be kicked out once he asked.

"Ja, go ahead." Ludwig raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly,

"Um… About your brother-"

"What about him?" The blond interrupted,

"What happened to him?"

"He went missing, now if that's all-"

"No, it isn't all. Ludwig, I'm being serious."

"So am I."

"Come on! Gilbert is in that house-"

"He's dead."

"I know, but he's there. I've been having these nightmares about him… He shows me things; he brought me to this shed where I found this." He brought out the iron cross which made Ludwig gasp.

The German reached out a hand as if to touch it but recoiled, "T-That was in a shed?"

"Mhm… The chain to it was broken," Matthew rubbed his thumb over the top of the cross, handing it over to Ludwig who only shook his head,

"That was a gift for Gilbert. I don't want to take it back…"

Matthew nodded, "Okay…"

Ludwig looked around the living room, then scooted closer, "Alright, Matthew, I'll tell you all I know."

The Canadian looked to him and waited for him to continue,

"I remember that Gilbert had been acting strangely before the day he had disappeared. He had developed bruises almost everyday and when I asked about them, he'd shrug it off or lie about it." Ludwig took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair making it disheveled, "Don't you remember him?"

"What?"

"You knew him…"

"I did?"

"Ja, you had met him when you were only 5. He was 14 at the time with me being the same age as you. He adored you, Matthew. He would never let you out of his sight. By the time he was 19, he had complete faith that he was in love with you." He scratched the back of his head, he didn't know if he should be saying this, but he continued anyway, "But he did nothing, you were too young. But, even you acted like you loved him. You always wanted him, always. I even heard from Alfred that when you had nightmares, you'd call out for him instead of your father, mother or even brother."

Matthew furrowed his brow, I… I don't remember him…

"You were 16 when he disappeared. I think the reason you don't remember him is because you probably blocked out every memory."

The Canadian closed his eyes; all he remembered is that there was someone else other than his own brother, which Alfred would get angry at him for no reason because he didn't like being 'ignored'…

He got up, not wanting to hear anymore when Ludwig suddenly grabbed his arm, "There's one more thing. There's one person, someone who had seen him last. The one who had forced Gilbert into a relationship because he didn't want to be with anyone other than you."

Matthew waited, looking into the icy blue eyes that were desperate,

"His name was Vanya Braginski."