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2024-10-29 19:42:56To sheriff Doyle, the boy seemed a little to calm. No matter what, they were just teenagers that had never been in contact with a dead body before. Yet, the boy looked calm. Too calm in fact, that it was almost eerie. It did not particularly fit the M.O of a guilty suspect. Especially when it came to someone like the two teens standing in front of her. No matter how she looked at it, Carson’s behavior seemed to be the norm. Even if Anderson was trying hard to be strong or act the strong one for everyone, he needs to at least look a little shaken right? Yet the boy looked as natural as if it was not a human that had been killed down in the basement.
Sheriff Doyle’s attention left Anderson and then tried a few more times to communicate with Mary, but she just sat there with a blank look. No matter how many times she called out to her, she continued to remain unresponsive. Carson who stood by the side looked like he might have a heart attack at any moment. He blamed
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Just because she did not know how to, did not mean she wouldn’t try. Looking at what the young girl was going through was hurting her quite a bit. Even though she could not relate to what she was going through, it was still heartbreaking to think about what she was going through. She tried to make her feel safe, but she knew the young girl would need therapy if the incident had not already scarred her beyond help. They remained silent with Mary continuing to silently stare in empty space. Sheriff Doyle sighed dejectedly and stood up from the couch. “Why don’t you take her home. We’ll try again another time. For now, let me take you home and allow her to get some rest.” Carson nodded his head in understanding. He walked to Mary and slowly helped her stand “Come on dear. Let’s ho home.” She slowly stood with the help of Carson, and both walked to the sheriff’s car. Sheriff Doyle who was already standing by the car helped them with the door before walking back into the
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“Someone killed him, Kira. Someone murdered the old man.” This time it was Carson who spoke. His voice was shaking and almost screaming. He was seated beside Mary who had been seated on the couch. Kira took a step back, shaking her head as if she did not believe what she had not heard. To her, the town they lived in was the safest place she knew. How could anyone commit something such as murder in the town? What worse, an old man?She quickly run to Carson and wrapped her hands around him, trying to sooth him. “Are you both alright? What happened to her?” She let go of Carson and turned her attention to Mary who just stared continuously at nothing in particular.“She saw the state of the old man. It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” Carson spoke, once again blaming himself. Kira looked at the little girl and wrapped her arms around her to give her comfort. Anderson who stood by the side frowned at Carson.Frankly
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Anderson had been worried about them both that was the reason he had opted to try and protect them. He had initially wanted to stay with Carson, but realized he was not in his room after knocking a few times and entering. Anderson knew there was only one place left for him to be, especially when he had not been given much attention all evening since they got back. Although he did not know about later that evening, he knew Kira would definitely give him some attention during his sleepless night. Seeing a dead body for the first time was not something someone easily got over.Anderson walked to the girl’s room. He was about to knock gently so just so he did not wake up Mel. Anderson realized the door had a slight crack opened and was not completely closed. Looking through, he saw his two friends seated by the window ledge, having a conversation. Anderson smiled slightly. It had been a while since all three of them had sat out there and had a conversation. Anderson felt it
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“Anderson.” The twins came rushing back into the house after the sheriff had eventually left and hugged Anderson tightly. “Please don’t leave.”. Anderson was too preoccupied with his thoughts to have even noticed her leave.“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Anderson reassured the twins. They were devastated. Their older families, Carson and Kira just left without the decency of a goodbye, and now their new family was taken away. It was obvious they were afraid the last remaining big brother would leave as well. As for blaming him for Carson and Kira leaving, it had not once crossed their minds even they heard the sheriff talk about some argument among the three.Miss. Agnes walked into the house carrying Mel with a somber look on her face. Mel had her face hidden as she continued to silently cry. “Boys, why don’t you take Mel upstairs so I can talk to Miss. Agnes for a bit.” The twins nodded. They wer
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“Wait.” Miss. Agnes suddenly spoke before taking a few more steps back. “The knife. Toss it away.” Anderson felt a little upset He had been hoping because she had a gun, she would get complacent and let him keep the knife. Thinking about it, it sounded a little dumb, even for him. If it were him, of course there was no way he would let his prisoner keep their weapon. Anderson tossed raised the knife up slightly, but heard the gun cocking behind him. The woman was every bit as alert as she could be. Anderson tossed the knife away after a slight hesitation. “Good boy. Don’t be a pouty baby. Besides, I have a surprise for you.” Miss. Agnes spoke after seeing Anderson continue to move right after tossing the knife away. She was delighted that he was moving on his own accord, granted it was under duress, but still. She looked like she had a plan, and it was better with them moving away.“Where are we going?” Anderson asked the
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“Oh my, to what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” Suit looked to the three figures that were standing a few feet outside the bloody circle and spoke. His smile was as pleasing to the eyes as ever. Even after he just called their visit unpleasant, he still looked like a host welcoming their guest with the utmost courtesy, while occasionally stealing glances at the screen in front of him.The three that had arrived, two men and a woman, did not seem the friendly kind. To them, the smile Suit was sporting seemed to irk them even more. Their hate and displeasure, evident from the glare and sneer on their faces. Regardless of all of that, Suit did not seem to mind. His smile was still ever present on his face, and his concentration drawing ever more to the screen in front of him.“What are you doing?” One of the men, a little shorter than the other huffed in displeasure. The frown never once faltering on his face.“Pardon?” Suit sti
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Anderson took cover in the control room. He was fully geared in his tactical attire with all types of guns and knives hanging on him. He looked like he was preparing for war. His entire house was made from bullet proof glass. The house was located away from town, on a remote large acre of land owned by Anderson. It was because his work was dangerous and could easily attract enemies that he secluded himself away from town. His house was surrounded by multiple cameras at all angles in order to catch any intruder that intended on sneaking up on him. With the sudden disappearance of Suit, especially the look on his face before he disappeared, Anderson was not going to take any chances. He had no idea what the demon was going to prepare for him, thus he needed to be on the alert. It was at this time that he was grateful that his home was designed in such a way. Currently, Anderson was staring intently at all the cameras, but could not find anyone or anything out of place. That, h
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The angel looked at Suit and unfurled wing about the same size as her from behind her. She lifter her head proudly, puffing out her chest in the process. “I told you. Today, nothing will save you from me.” She walked confidently towards Suit and raised her large sword with both hands without difficulty. With a hard swing, she struck horizontally with all her might aiming to decapitate Suit in one quick swing.The Angel had a victorious smirk on her usually stern face. She was already seeing the head of the meat body the demon was inhabiting rolling on the floor. Her only regret was being unable to save the person much sooner. With how comfortable and in control the demon looked, there was no doubt about the number of decades, even centuries the demon had inhabited the body. Usually, that mean the soul of the human had long since died.The blade was inches away from severing the demon’s head. That was until it stopped. No matter how much the angel push
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Morning came quicker than Anderson had wanted it to. The blinds to his room automatically opened at the stroke of six, adjusting itself to the perfect angle to let in the right amount of sunlight. With the amount of money this world’s Anderson had made throughout his life, he had been able to properly live a life of luxury without care. Especially since it was all legal money, he had nothing to fear or worry about. Anderson knew as well that even if it was dirty money, he would still show and spend it openly without a care.Anderson quickly pulled out a gun from under his bed and fired two quick shots. The bullets entered a chair that was in his room. The target was none other than Suit who merely sat there eating chips. He smiled, declining to comment on the continuous futile attempt of Anderson to try and shoot him, leaving him to his, as he put it, therapeutic designs. “Good morning to you too.” Suit greeted.“Don’t you have anything be
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It did not take long for Anderson to wake up in the dark room again. “Eey. Look whose back. Did you miss me?” Before he could completely open his eyes, he heard a familiar hyperactive voice right beside him. Anderson slowly opened his eyes and saw Leash squatting beside him, staring down at his with a happy expression. Anderson felt the demon had spent too much time alone for him to be the way he was. Anderson lay there quietly for a while before finally siting up. He was now used to everything that was happening around him.Anderson looked around the room they were in. There was nothing else in the room except the happy looking Leash. Anderson wondered if nothing could be brought in such a place. He would have probably gone insane already if he had to stay in such a place even for one minute. Who knew just how long Leash had been in such a place, and how time flow worked there? It was no wonder the poor happy go lucky demon had already lost his mind. Anderson tur
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A few minutes passed and Anderson slowly opened his eyes. His face was wet with tears and a deep frown was etched on his face. He had just lost something precious to him. Although he could not remember exactly what it was he had lost, he could feel it in his heart that he had not only lost something, but it was also something very precious to him. Anderson had no idea whether it was the mechanics of it or that was just how Suit had set it up just to torture him.“Welcome back. I must admit, you were so close to surviving there. I was actually rooting for you.” The demon’s words brought him out of his thoughts. He glared at Suit, but he only stood there with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the glare he was receiving. Anderson did not even bother with asking Suit to return what he had taken because he knew very well the demon before him would not bother to pay him any heed.Anderson sat up. He was finding a bit of difficulty in talking. He was
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“Wait.” Miss. Agnes suddenly spoke before taking a few more steps back. “The knife. Toss it away.” Anderson felt a little upset He had been hoping because she had a gun, she would get complacent and let him keep the knife. Thinking about it, it sounded a little dumb, even for him. If it were him, of course there was no way he would let his prisoner keep their weapon. Anderson tossed raised the knife up slightly, but heard the gun cocking behind him. The woman was every bit as alert as she could be. Anderson tossed the knife away after a slight hesitation. “Good boy. Don’t be a pouty baby. Besides, I have a surprise for you.” Miss. Agnes spoke after seeing Anderson continue to move right after tossing the knife away. She was delighted that he was moving on his own accord, granted it was under duress, but still. She looked like she had a plan, and it was better with them moving away.“Where are we going?” Anderson asked the
