Now how about Lena and Kiara?

Chapter 6: Files Of Alibis

You are probably wondering where I am, right? Well, as it was said earlier, Kiara and I went to the West corridor. Hard to say something when you're in a house that is grimy and historical-like. Not that I hate history, but I have a feeling that the owner is not a history fanatic. More like he or she is the history.

" So many rooms.." I murmured. Kiara agreed as we venture forward, looking for any clues that might lead us to escape. So far, most of the rooms were locked. " I wonder who's the owner," Kiara whispered.

" I don't know."

We continued until my nose detected something that smells disgusting. It smelled like liquid with a scent I couldn't tell. Is that the smell of beer? In my life, I've never had a drop of it due to my religion of being a Muslim. But I'm glad I didn't for I care about my liver, thank you very much. Plus, what kind of person drinks if he or she wants to help animals?

My nose was following the scent of beer along with Kiara behind me. I don't why I'm following this disgusting smell but curiosity got hold on me. We stopped at a room where when I pushed the door slowly, I almost throw up at the spot.

If you could stand a room full of dirty laundry, beers everywhere and unfinished food, then you need a new nose. Kiara had the same expression as I am. I noticed a yellow file on the table. Unfortunately, it was under two greasy plates with unfinished sausages. Ugh!

" Um, Lena?" Kiara whispered. I looked at her and she points out the posters on the wall. The first was a man with an angry expression and a square moustache. Then there was a red poster with a white circle in the middle and a weird-looking black cross. I know where this is getting. The first poster was about Adolf Hitler while the second one was the Swastika.

" Nazis," I muttered. " This guy must be German. Kiara, we need the file." Now Kiara looked at me as if I've grown a second head.

" You gotta be kidding me!" she hissed. " It's under of grease!"

" Your're a horror fan!"

" Not in a time like this!"

So it's official: I'll get the file. I held my breath longer than five minutes for this. Slowly, carefully, I pushed the plates away from the file. I wiped the file with my sleeve, not caring about the stain. I remember the name of the sausages. Wiener? Weeny? I got it!

" Wurst," I whispered as I hand the file to Kiara. We opened it carefully, and saw cut out newspaper articles. Readers, you want to know what they are talking about? No? I'll just read the titles:

" 'Five Children Brutally Murdered by Mafia'"

" 'Reborn Nazi German Strikes Again'"

" 'Killers Based On Allies And Axis Escaped'."

Both of us were quiet. " Oh my god," Kiara whimpered. " We're in a house with serial killers!" I said nothing but flip the next page of the file. Now this is our answers to the problems: Who are our killers? Kiara decided to read it out loud.

" 'Luciano Vargas. Wanted for murder and rape. But more on the threats and ransoms he has made on his victims. This Italian mafia is dangerous when he is with a gun.'

' Lutz Beilschmidt. A reincarnation of a Nazi. Tends to be laid back compared to his team in the Axis gang. Seen with a scar on his left cheek. Wanted for torturing and raping women, leaving them dead or traumatized. This man is stoic for his personality and gives the name to German Nazis.'

'Kuro Honda. In Japanese, the word kuro means kill. This man is a samurai from the dead. Like the Sino-Japanese war, this man was wanted for murdering Chinese for a decade. He has attacked his victims with various weapons that can be found during the war. He can escape anywhere without a trace.'

' Allen Jones. The youngest killer of the Allies Gang. This hotheaded delinquent always carries a baseball bat with nails as he strolls. Unlike most American killers, this homicidal maniac is a vegan. He beats up his victims mercilessly until he gets what he wants. Like most gangsters, he loves to pick a fight with anyone. Watch out, he can find your weak spots easily.'

'Oliver Kirkland. This is a queer killer. Not the homosexual queer, more like weird queer. He is the madhatter of the Allies Gang. Can be seen wearing a pink sweater vest and a sadistic or Cheshire Cat grin. He is known to kill his victims silently and cuts open the bodies. He places the internal organs into his pastries. Especially cupcakes.'

'Matt Williams. He is the stepbrother to Allen. Both brothers have strong dislikes for each other. Some victims thought that Matt is like his brother but he is not. He used to live in Ottawa, Canada before his new mother adopted him. For a weapon like a hockey stick, he has maimed his victims countless times. Watch out for his innocent but also deadly weapon.'

'Francois Bonnefoy. This Frenchman is a pedophile. He has raped twenty women and thirty girls below age eighteen to feed his lust. He could be anywhere at the moment. He is very popular in Asia because of his visits to child brothels in India, Philippines, Cambodia and Thailand. Be careful when taking a child out. This predator is always watching.'

'Viktor Braginsky. This ex-commie was once the youngest soldier during the war in his country, Russia. He is very quiet, stoic and had no expression. But hearing his name is intimidating enough. Recently escaped from the mental asylum for his murders for the past five years. Tends to snap at everything when provoked. His mind is like Stalin's. A communist.'

Xiao Wang. The oldest and last member of the Allies gang. Tends to snap when surrounded with anything cute: Babies, kittens, etc. Has a strong history of hatred for his relative, Kuro Honda. He has been captured for his illegal drug trades but manages to escape. He is seen taking opium when relaxing. Warning: can convince anyone to join his group, for they will be killed when he is satisfied.'

" Damn,"

" My god, we have to get out of here!"

Just then, I heard a loud, gruff-like voice that's coming from the hallway. It sounds like a drunkard. Believe me, I've seen a drunkard. Once.

" Who zhe hell is in mein room!" the voice slurred loudly. We're doomed. Kiara was ready to panic. I shut the file and hand it to her.

" Listen here," I whispered at her. " Take this to the others. Don't stop, don't look behind, nothing! I will meet you at the main door of the house."

" But Lena-"

" Just do it!" I command. " I'll catch up."

Kiara gave me a quick hug before running. I was now alone. All this time, I've been a coward. Now I have to think of something before my friends get killed.

Or even me.

I quietly went out of the room, all of a sudden, a hand grabbed me by the collar of my shirt will full force. I looked up at my captor. He had scary-looking red eyes like those of a wolf. He has a buff figure and I noticed, a scar below his left eye. On his cheek.

" Lutz Beilschmidt," I gasped. I was so scared that my brain can't do anything logical. My German captor smirked at me with lust-filling eyes.

" Ja, und I thought I heard something," he chuckles. Not 'ha ha' chuckle. More like 'I will do you 'till you're dead, chuckle.' He grabbed me with full force, one hand pinning both of my arms while the other holding my legs.

" Don't vorry, frau~" he growls into my ear. I can smell the stench of his breath. Disgusting! " I vant you to try my wurst."

" I'm sorry," I finally found my voice. " I just had dinner."

Big mistake.

He threw me on the bed. Seriously! When was the last time the mattress or anything has been washed? He quickly handcuffs my hands on top of my head while my legs were tied. Oh god, now I remember. Germans love bondage.

If you're not sure what is bondage, just walk away!

I saw him taking out a riding whip from the drawer. A FREAKING RIDING WHIP! He tuts at me as he comes over to the bed.

" Nein, schatz~" he whispered. " Mein wurst."

Oh damn! He didn't said what I think he said! I looked around, frantic at the moment until I spotted a can of...I don't want to say it! I got an idea. " Why don't you take that stuff and put it on me."

My parents and grandparents are not going to be happy about this! Lutz looked over to where my head was pointing to. He nodded. He took the stuff that I wanted. I don't want to say it but I'll just describe it. Gel.

He rubs a handful of it on where my legs were tied. It was so cold that I couldn't stop shaking. The German takes off my shoes and throws them aside. Then, he applies the same gel onto my arms, and opens my shirt slightly, to put some on my stomach.

'Wait for it,' My mind told me. He growls softly, like a predator. " You belong to me." He gave my feet a lick. 'Now!' my mind screamed. With one swift motion, I kick him at his jaw. This helps me to wiggle my legs free from the ropes and slip my hands through the metal handcuffs easily.

I was freed from the bond. Soon, I punch him at the crotch before grabbing the riding whip. I face my German 'rapist' with the whip. My mind wasn't thinking straight. If you were in my shoes, you would probably do the same. I grabbed the German's thick neck with the whip and I use all of my strength to choke him.

SNAP!

I look at the killer with a hostile expression. His head looked like a stick that has been snapped and those red eyes have no life in them. I drop the whip and staggered back with anxiety.

I killed him. Somehow, I don't feel happy. I feel like something was digging my stomach and shoving it back into my body. 'I have to find the others.'

Just then, I heard a scream.

Oh who screamed? I'm sorry to tell you this, I will update in November because of my final exams. But this chapter will bring shivers down your spin. See you in November!

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