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Ch. 8 Brett Again
The heavy breathing coming from Clark's bedroom could not be a good sign. Then there were whisperings, but they were only coming from one voice. Jameson. As he finally approached the top of the stairs, Brett peaked into the slit of the room visible through the door just barely ajar. Blood. On the floor. Oh no, he's done it.
Then before he could react, Jameson's face appeared much closer than was expected, staring him right in the eyes.
"Brett! You're here! Finally! I knew you'd come! Look at what I did, Brett! Clark will finally leave us alone now! I just need to clean up this mess, and we're home free!" The door creaked open further, and Brett looked down on Clark's body spread-eagle on the carpet.
"James, how about we just talk about this a little..."
"No silly, we don't have time to talk, we need to get this taken care of, before anyone finds out!"
"But they'll probably find out anyway, and there are more pressing matters. Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?"
"Well of course, but things have changed now..."
Brett took a deep breath, knowing he was walking on thin ice. "Remember when we talked about the family name, and about your secret. Remember what mom said."
"Of course I remember what mom said, I saw her last night."
"No Jameson, you didn't. Mom never would have wanted this."
"Of course she did, Brett! She's the one who told me to do it, she kept saying 'kill him kill him kill him...'"
Kill him kill him kill him
"Like that! You hear?"
Brett's eyes widened as he looked at the image of what used to be his brother, what used to be his friend.
"I'm going to have to take you downstairs now Jameson, Sophia's waiting for you."
kill him kill him kill him.
"I don't WANT to see SOPHIA. I need your help figuring out what do, and we've already wasted so much time! but then, why would mom keep telling me to kill him, I thought I had already."
"That's not Genevieve you hear Jameson. It's your own mind, playing tricks on you!"
kill him kill him kill him.
"But it sure sounds like her..."
Sophia waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs until she just couldn't take it any longer. The man she cared about was up there, and he was in trouble. She was only halfway up the stairs when the sound of scuffling paused her movements. But the thought of a fight just helped her decide to rush more quickly up the stairs. When she reached the top and saw Brett lying on the floor next to Clark, she knew that only God could save her.