Lady In Black Veils 2

The cool night wind blew across his sweat glistened body as the two teenagers hid away in an abandon house down the street from where the crime had taken place. He leaned against the door frame and was relieved to finally receive some sort of ventilation besides the small pocket fans they were able to pick up from the convenience store. Yellow police tape had closed off the crime scene or house if you wanted to call it, and was pretty much left alone. Until the case was solved and closed, he was pretty sure nobody would bother cleaning up the mess and at the same time the police didn’t want the chance of allowing the perpetrator to escape was washing away critical evidence. Sometimes it took a few attempts of combing through the place before stumbling over a possible clue that they might have missed.

The youngsters had made a run for after realizing that the teens that the police were in hot pursuit for were actually them. The female was still in a slight state of shock and had pretty much retreated into her shell as the taller male led her from the flat that they shared.. Blond hair tied into a messy ponytail, she remained seated cross legged across the room, mumbling to herself and he thought it best to let her be. They had to be thankful that the cops had not barged onto them last night and handcuffed them for what was believed to be of their doing. This implied that their identities had yet been found out but they wouldn’t be taking any chances. This was life they were gambling with; he best play his cards well for he was only given one hand.

Surely he thought that though they had not committed the offense, there was no other explanation for the deaths of the old lady and her niece. No other suspects and then there was the questioning of the lady with the black veil. Had she been there while they were in the house? He had no clue as they had remained downstairs and left soon after a short goodbye to the blind woman, neither did he recall hearing any movement or sound that indicated anyone else was upstairs.

He was lost in his thoughts when smaller hands covered his and gave them a soft squeeze. Azure orbs stared back at him as his female friend kneeled in front of him. Her lips were pursed into a thin line and just very slightly, the sides of those lips curled upwards into a wiry smile. A moment later she bit her lip and looked away as though trying to gather the courage to say something. Oddly, he cocked his head to the side, urging her to go on.

“ We have to go back to the house.” Blue eyes bore back into his as she stared at him with utmost intensity, he was almost sure a fire had been ignited behind those almond shaped orbs.

“ Why? What use would it be? We’d get caught!” The reason in him refused to back down as he could only wonder what had possessed his normally rational friend to want to return to the place that had begun all of this.

“ Maybe there was something in that house that could help us prove that we were innocent. You’ll never know until we try.” The chestnut brown haired man looked away from her, his slender fingers running through his hand indecisively.

“ Trust me.” She squeaked out and bore into his eyes once again. He wondered when she had become so domineering but thought nothing of it. It must be the stress and shock of being accused of such a serious offense.

For a moment he pondered; an internal battle going on inside him. He did trust her, with many things. The only thing in question was that if he trusted her enough to allow her to drag them both to what might be their undoing. There might be a trap there, and they might get caught while snooping around. A high risk such as that must be thought out carefully.

“ Alright. But it’s a huge risk.” He couldn’t believe he was saying that; actually agreeing to snoop around a restricted place? They had no clue what they were looking for, this was impossible.

He regret consenting to her plan the moment those words that slipped out of his mouth but there was no going back now. Here they were, crouched behind dense hedges and trying to stop their heart from jumping out of their chests. He fished out a couple of torch light from the backpack he had draped lazily over his back and handed one to his female companion. His nerves were raw and every sound made his wary of his surroundings; all in all he was paranoid and that wasn’t helping.

With his blond haired counter part walking ahead of him, they made their made pass the yellow police tape and into the house through the back door. It surprised them to find them door ajar and hesitated momentarily before the azure eyed creature pushed the door open more. A loud creaking sound was given off and he was sure they’d be done for if anyone had heard it. Cautiously they slid into the room and found themselves in the kitchen.

The rays of the torch traveled along the furniture and walls of the room as they split up. The young male wanted to stand but was afraid someone might notice his shadow or movement as he staggered across the crime scene, his footing wobbly and unsure. Cringing his nose as the smell of dried up blood wafted forcefully into his nostrils. He had never felt so disgusted in his life and felt like he was about to puke. An outline of chalk was seen on the floor, signifying where the body had once laid and he avoided it at all cost.

The hair on his back began to stand for some reason and a shiver ran down his spine. An eerie feeling had crept into the room and was scaring his senseless. He wanted to bolt for the door but he couldn’t; legs nailed to the ground by some unseen force. He was frozen as he felt movement come from behind him. A squeak of the floorboard confirmed it even more that someone, or at least something was moving around behind his squatting form.

“ Dawn?” He called out to his partner in crime, praying she would answer him.

He hadn’t taken note which direction she had scurried off in and had no idea where she was. Had she ventured upstairs all alone? She seemed like a timid girl so she wouldn’t have gone up there all by herself, had she?

A sudden pain was felt on his head as he fell forward onto the floorboards that creaked under his weight. His defense mechanism snapped into action as he turned to see his attacker. His hand immediately clutched over his throbbing wound which was dripping with crimson liquid and he tottered about trying to make sense of all of this. His attacker swung at his again with the bat that was help between small palms and he had barely been able to avoid the oncoming assault by mere inches. He landed on the ground with a loud thud and groaned in agony as he hit his injured head against the cabinet.

Blood was collecting in a pool around him and was dripping down his neck as he tried to get up. The brown haired man was loosing too much blood and the shock, not to mention anxiety of it all was only forcing the blood to gush out at an increased rate; not helping him keep conscious. The torch light that had been in his hands only moments ago had rolled to one corner when he fell the first time, completely out of his reach. He felt the room began to spin and he clutches his cranium willing the pounding to halt, the sting away. He knew he was slipping from his consciousness and the last thing he recalls is mumbling some unintelligible things only to be over powered by a shrill laughter resounding in the small confines of the kitchen. After that, everything went dark.

What’s going on here?

Written by Rachel Soon as a sequel to The Lady In Black Veils 1