First Heroes fic: Mohinder/ Sylar
I've just started this fic for the first Sylar ficathon, and wanted to publish it first place! It's slash, with my favorite Heroes slash couple: Mohinder/Sylar!!^^ Enjoy!
SYLAR FICATHON
Title: Mohinder Suresh and the night things - Part I: Prologue
Author: amandasaitou
Rating: R/ M
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes, though the original characters here presented are mine.
Summary: Set after what could be “Villains”. When strange events start happening in New York, Mohinder is forced to return and face a past he wished to forget. Meanwhile, the new Company will have to face not only an old friend but new nightmares as well.
A/N: This fic is part of first edition of the Sylar Ficathon, promoted by
verbalvixen , and a gift for holy_cockroach. There’s not much of Mylar interaction in this chapter, but there will be a lot of it in the future ones, be sure of that!^^
A/N2: This story became much stronger than its own creator, I see it’s going to be a very long one, so I’ll split it into several chapters (don’t know how many because I’m still writing…). Next chapters are going to be published at my journal, at mylar_fic and at FFNET.
A/N3: Oh, I’m in need of a beta counselor and reader for this fic, if someone is interested.
MOHINDER SURESH AND THE NIGHT THINGS
CHAPTER 1 - Prologue
No matter how much you want to leave the past in the past, it seems to always haunt you. You go ahead, with bright hopes for a better future, but still you can feel it next to you, like a reminder of everything you fight so hard to forget. And finally, when the ghost of the past seems to have given up on haunting you, it all comes back again, the present becomes the past, the past becomes the present…
New York never seemed as grey as the day Mohinder Suresh arrived in there. The storm never ceased and the geneticist felt a shiver ran through his spine the moment he set his feet on the ground. This made Mohinder look around him, as if searching for an invisible watcher. It had been so long since he’d last felt that bothering feeling of insecurity, but somewhat, being back to that place made it inevitable.
“Hey, mister, the taxi is waiting.”
The driver’s voice brought Mohinder back from his reverie. He took his small luggage and sat silently in the taxi’s backseat. A sigh escaped his lips as the driver took off. Five years had passed and yet everything in the city looked the same. He remained unsure if it really had been a good idea to return to the city, especially on the events presented by Nathan Petrelli on their last conversation.
So much for running away from the darkness, and there he was again, back to his worst nightmare. Was it destiny, like Sylar once told him? Because destiny had been his curse ever since the first time he left him homeland. Destiny…
The way to the Petrelli’s house was not long, and soon Mohinder found himself standing in front of a very fancy penthouse. He still could turn back, return to the airport and get a flight back to his safe and cozy home in India. Forget all about that call a week ago, all about the man that had ghosted his dreams.
Breathing hard, Mohinder entered the building and took the elevator, and as its doors closed, one could see the anxious and at the same time fearful expression on the man’s eyes…
###
The tall figure stood still in the dark alley, eyes spotting an invisible point in the air, paying attention to every sound around him. He seemed to be quite alone, but yet he kept a focused and attentive countenance, as if expecting something to drag out from the shadows at any moment.
And it did. Slowly, something slipped from the corners of the old buildings. Five somethings. They had several shapes and sizes, and against the moonlight their shapes were nightmare ones. Soon they were encircling their prey, the lonely man standing in the middle of their pack.
“You know, it’s so touching to see how you love me, following me everywhere, hunting me down…So happy to have all this many fans!”
The things emitted unknown sounds that would’ve left an ordinary person very scared… the problem was that, well, their prey was quite the opposite, extraordinary! And being such an special man, instead of running away like a sensible person would do, he stared at his companions with bright dark eyes, and a sinister smirk, mimicking the movements of the others.
“You people should really improve your speaking abilities. You seem kind of… broken.”
Another set of growls was his only answer.
“Humm, that is bad, you are broken indeed. Lucky you that I am an expert in fixing things.”
In such a silent night, the screams could be heard for miles away. Blood and flesh colored the night into patterns of darkness. And moments later, just the man left the dark alley all alone, a few scratches in his face, a dark coat painted of red, and a look as scary as the ones he’d just fight against.
Two hours later the police arrived and found something akin to body pieces splattered in the same alley... Between their shock and disgust at the crime scene, they didn’t notice one important thing: that all the headless bodies were dead much before that day…
###
Nathan turned the phone of with an exasperated sigh. It was the ninth case like that in one month, as detective Parkman kindly remarked, the ninth of twenty cases in the last months… His team wouldn’t be able to cover so many strange events for too long, Nathan knew that.
“Another of those uneventful events, Nate?” Peter strode into the room with a compassionate face, after all, his brother had had such a hard time since the attacks begun.
“Yeah, another of those. Five bodies… headless bodies. Have you already talked to Bennet?”
“Noah has the same suspicious we have, Nate. Plus, Elle thinks she really saw him when she was with Claire in Odessa.”
“It’s not possible, Pete. He stayed behind to fight all those madmen at the same time. He couldn’t have survived.”
Peter let out an ironic laugh. “Come on, Nate, it’s him we’re talking about. How many times we thought he had died and he came back to haunt us?”
A sigh. “Well, if you’re right about him, then I did the right thing calling the good doctor.”
“Oh, no Nate, you didn’t… We promised we’d leave him in peace. He’s suffered too much already.”
“A greater good is at stake now, Peter, I had no choice. If Sylar is really back, then Suresh is the only one who can stop him.”
###
Matt Parkman and his companion were not too happy about their current situation. They had examined the bodies and noticed the tiny little fact that the bodies were long dead before whatever had ripped off heir heads.
“Ugly, isn’t it? I can see why they’ve called us.”
“Let’s look at the bright side, at least this time we were spared from those nightmare faces.”
“Ha, ha, you’re such a comedy man, Parkman.” The dark haired teenager finished her examination of the bodies, taking off the silicon gloves and giving a tired sight.
“I’m not making humor of it, Ariel, but hey, it’s like all of a sudden the castle of horrors has opened its doors. These things are far from being like us, they look like freaking zombies or vampires… one thing is to see these monsters in movies, other very different is to meet up with them in the next block.”
“Look at us, Parkman, can we really talk like that about weird things?”
“We’re humans with powers, not monsters.”
The young woman stared at Matt with a sarcastic smile. “Some of us are monsters, as you pointed out to me once, Parkman.”
“I didn’t know you by then, I simply judged you by what the Company told us. Besides, your family…”
Ariel raised an eyebrow. “My family…”
He hated when she gave that look, sounding so much like him, almost… deadly. “Well, you people go into some sort of weird powers… you know what I mean.”
“Look who’s speaking, the son of the nightmare man!”
“Okay, okay, let’s forget about it. I’ll call the boss and then we head off back home.”
###
“I hope you’ve had a nice trip, Mohinder. I’m glad to see you again.”
Mohinder shook hands with Nathan with cold cordiality. “The flight was good, Nathan, thank you. Where’s Peter?”
“Right behind you, Mohinder!” Peter was a much more cordial sight, and there was more sincerity into his words than in his brother’s. “How are you?”
“Well, I cannot say too fine since I’m back here.” Mohinder tried not to sound as hollow as he felt inside.
Peter smiled sympathetically at him. “I understand, my friend.”
“I know how hard it must’ve been for you to come back, Mohinder, but we really need you this time. The things that have been happening…”
“Maybe it’s better if Mohinder rest for a while before this talk, Nate, he’s had a long trip.”
Mohinder saw the exchange of looks between the brothers, but said nothing. He was tired indeed, and not at all inclined to discuss anything at the moment, especially with the oldest Petrelli. “I night rest would be fine, I guess. You can tell me anything you need to tomorrow, can’t you?”
With his usual forced smile, Nathan just nodded. Peter was quickly between the two.
“Good then, I’ll show your rooms, Mohinder, come with me.”
As Peter and the doctor left the room, Natan send a nasty look in their direction. Suresh wasn’t going to go unscathed this time, he was going to cooperate, wanted it or not. His eyes traveled to a small frame over his table, a smiling woman and two kids waving happily, and the past was all back to the present.
###
“Don’t take him too badly, Mohinder, Nate has been through a lot lately.”
“Your brother and I didn’t part in good terms the in past, Peter.”
“Yes, but we all know how hard you and Gabriel tried to stop the villains ascension and the Company. Besides, we were not the only ones that have lost someone.”
Mohinder knew exactly about whom Peter was talking about, but rely on such memories now was the last thing he wanted. So he maneuvered the conversation to a heavy but still bearable topic.
“Gabriel… you mean Sylar, don’t you? That’s why I’m here now, at least for you’re your brother told me in the phone…”
“We’re not sure if it’s really him… and there are all these weird creatures involved… not even Azrael could define what their powers are…”
Mohinder froze in place. “Azrael? You mean…”
“Yeah, Azrael and Ariel are with us. Nathaniel disappeared soon after the end of the battle, so we thought it better that they stay within the Company care since it’s ruled by Nate and Noah now.” At Mohinder’s doubtful frown, Peter continued. “It’s safe for them, Mohinder, I assure you.”
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea. They are only kids and can barely control their powers.”
“Matt and Elle are doing a good job with Ariel, she’s more in control of her powers now.”
“Maybe, but what about Azrael?”
“He’s been living with Claire and Bennet, and his powers have been under control too.”
Mohinder let out an ironic laugh. “No one can control those two, Peter, it runs in their family. I should have taken them with me when I left…”
“Mohinder, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not responsible for them.” Before Mohinder could interrupt him, Peter raised a hand, holding the scientist back. “Besides, they are safer under our care. If Sylar is really back as Nate wants to believe, then Nathaniel might be around, and both they and you will need all protection we can offer.”
They reached the geneticist’s room at last. “Thanks, Peter. I think you’re right, I should not worry so much. It’s just that being here…”
“I know. Things will look brighter tomorrow, you’ll see. Good night, Mohinder!”
“Good night, Peter.”
The bedroom was giant and alien, yet Mohinder felt his body and mind so exhausted that he quickly dumped his bag in the floor and fell over the bed, letting slumber win him…
###
The tall man returned to his recent rented apartment late at night. He stopped in front of his door and stared at it for a moment, dark eyes scanning it with a strange expression for such a person…longing perhaps...
The apartment seemed long abandoned, forgotten. According to the landlord, it had been empty for five years, since two guys and a little girl had lived there. It was said to be haunted, and the man was quite surprised when he had insisted in renting it.
Everything was like he remembered from the last time he’d been there. Even the old map, though without the names and addresses this time. A smirk crossed his lips. Good times those, none of these creepy night things behind him, only the sucking heroes to whom he was already used to fight… And Mohinder, of course.
Memories of Mohinder brought others not so pleasant. Memories he didn’t want to deal with right then, when he already had so many to handle. For a split second he wondered what should been made of the kids but vanished them as quickly as the previous ones.
He had a goal, he had to focus. The world as he knew it was in danger of falling into eternal darkness, to become irremediable forever broken… It was time to someone special like him to fix it. It was time for Sylar to return!
###
Azrael was a small framed boy of seven, with wild dark hair falling over his face, white pale skin and bright grey eyes. An ordinary boy with nothing apparently special about him.
He had seen the boys harm the little owl moments ago, but only got closer after they went away. After all, uncle Bennet had told him to stay away from trouble, and Azrael used to be quite the obedient boy.
The owl was going to die, of it the boy was certain. Blood flowed from the delicate frame in great amount. He could feel life abandoning the poor bird, and Azrael couldn’t understand why someone could be so cruel to something so pretty. He wished he could punish such mean people. But mostly than everything, he wanted to fix his little friend, he’d never seen something so beautiful and wanted it for himself so badly…
“Azrael, lunch is ready!”
The voice of his friend startled him. He looked one more time at the bird, hesitated for a second, and then went inside the house. Claire was already serving the food, and uncle Benett was sitting in the table reading the newspaper, but dropped it instantly as noticing the boy’s arrival. “Having fun, Azrael?”
“Yeah, the garden is nice, I like it.”
Noah surveyed the boy cautiously, and then smiled. “Good, now let’s have our lunch, right? You can go back there and play after lunch.”
Azrael nodded and ate lunch in silence, listening to Claire’s fun stories. However, after lunch he felt strangely tired and went to sleep instead of playing, and although Noah and Claire exchanged a worried look between them, they said nothing at all.
Later that evening Azrael was waken up by an insistent noise in his window. At the view presented, others would feel afraid, perhaps, but as the kid saw his owl friend tilting her tiny head trough the window’s glass, instead of fear, Azrael felt happy beyond himself, and a had a smile plastered in his face when he went to open the window to let his new friend in.
Two nights later the police found three kids that were missing, but that couldn’t be saved anymore. Lacerations and blood everywhere, they were long dead…
TBC
SYLAR FICATHON
Title: Mohinder Suresh and the night things - Part I: Prologue
Author: amandasaitou
Rating: R/ M
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes, though the original characters here presented are mine.
Summary: Set after what could be “Villains”. When strange events start happening in New York, Mohinder is forced to return and face a past he wished to forget. Meanwhile, the new Company will have to face not only an old friend but new nightmares as well.
A/N: This fic is part of first edition of the Sylar Ficathon, promoted by
verbalvixen , and a gift for holy_cockroach. There’s not much of Mylar interaction in this chapter, but there will be a lot of it in the future ones, be sure of that!^^
A/N2: This story became much stronger than its own creator, I see it’s going to be a very long one, so I’ll split it into several chapters (don’t know how many because I’m still writing…). Next chapters are going to be published at my journal, at mylar_fic and at FFNET.
A/N3: Oh, I’m in need of a beta counselor and reader for this fic, if someone is interested.
MOHINDER SURESH AND THE NIGHT THINGS
CHAPTER 1 - Prologue
No matter how much you want to leave the past in the past, it seems to always haunt you. You go ahead, with bright hopes for a better future, but still you can feel it next to you, like a reminder of everything you fight so hard to forget. And finally, when the ghost of the past seems to have given up on haunting you, it all comes back again, the present becomes the past, the past becomes the present…
New York never seemed as grey as the day Mohinder Suresh arrived in there. The storm never ceased and the geneticist felt a shiver ran through his spine the moment he set his feet on the ground. This made Mohinder look around him, as if searching for an invisible watcher. It had been so long since he’d last felt that bothering feeling of insecurity, but somewhat, being back to that place made it inevitable.
“Hey, mister, the taxi is waiting.”
The driver’s voice brought Mohinder back from his reverie. He took his small luggage and sat silently in the taxi’s backseat. A sigh escaped his lips as the driver took off. Five years had passed and yet everything in the city looked the same. He remained unsure if it really had been a good idea to return to the city, especially on the events presented by Nathan Petrelli on their last conversation.
So much for running away from the darkness, and there he was again, back to his worst nightmare. Was it destiny, like Sylar once told him? Because destiny had been his curse ever since the first time he left him homeland. Destiny…
The way to the Petrelli’s house was not long, and soon Mohinder found himself standing in front of a very fancy penthouse. He still could turn back, return to the airport and get a flight back to his safe and cozy home in India. Forget all about that call a week ago, all about the man that had ghosted his dreams.
Breathing hard, Mohinder entered the building and took the elevator, and as its doors closed, one could see the anxious and at the same time fearful expression on the man’s eyes…
###
The tall figure stood still in the dark alley, eyes spotting an invisible point in the air, paying attention to every sound around him. He seemed to be quite alone, but yet he kept a focused and attentive countenance, as if expecting something to drag out from the shadows at any moment.
And it did. Slowly, something slipped from the corners of the old buildings. Five somethings. They had several shapes and sizes, and against the moonlight their shapes were nightmare ones. Soon they were encircling their prey, the lonely man standing in the middle of their pack.
“You know, it’s so touching to see how you love me, following me everywhere, hunting me down…So happy to have all this many fans!”
The things emitted unknown sounds that would’ve left an ordinary person very scared… the problem was that, well, their prey was quite the opposite, extraordinary! And being such an special man, instead of running away like a sensible person would do, he stared at his companions with bright dark eyes, and a sinister smirk, mimicking the movements of the others.
“You people should really improve your speaking abilities. You seem kind of… broken.”
Another set of growls was his only answer.
“Humm, that is bad, you are broken indeed. Lucky you that I am an expert in fixing things.”
In such a silent night, the screams could be heard for miles away. Blood and flesh colored the night into patterns of darkness. And moments later, just the man left the dark alley all alone, a few scratches in his face, a dark coat painted of red, and a look as scary as the ones he’d just fight against.
Two hours later the police arrived and found something akin to body pieces splattered in the same alley... Between their shock and disgust at the crime scene, they didn’t notice one important thing: that all the headless bodies were dead much before that day…
###
Nathan turned the phone of with an exasperated sigh. It was the ninth case like that in one month, as detective Parkman kindly remarked, the ninth of twenty cases in the last months… His team wouldn’t be able to cover so many strange events for too long, Nathan knew that.
“Another of those uneventful events, Nate?” Peter strode into the room with a compassionate face, after all, his brother had had such a hard time since the attacks begun.
“Yeah, another of those. Five bodies… headless bodies. Have you already talked to Bennet?”
“Noah has the same suspicious we have, Nate. Plus, Elle thinks she really saw him when she was with Claire in Odessa.”
“It’s not possible, Pete. He stayed behind to fight all those madmen at the same time. He couldn’t have survived.”
Peter let out an ironic laugh. “Come on, Nate, it’s him we’re talking about. How many times we thought he had died and he came back to haunt us?”
A sigh. “Well, if you’re right about him, then I did the right thing calling the good doctor.”
“Oh, no Nate, you didn’t… We promised we’d leave him in peace. He’s suffered too much already.”
“A greater good is at stake now, Peter, I had no choice. If Sylar is really back, then Suresh is the only one who can stop him.”
###
Matt Parkman and his companion were not too happy about their current situation. They had examined the bodies and noticed the tiny little fact that the bodies were long dead before whatever had ripped off heir heads.
“Ugly, isn’t it? I can see why they’ve called us.”
“Let’s look at the bright side, at least this time we were spared from those nightmare faces.”
“Ha, ha, you’re such a comedy man, Parkman.” The dark haired teenager finished her examination of the bodies, taking off the silicon gloves and giving a tired sight.
“I’m not making humor of it, Ariel, but hey, it’s like all of a sudden the castle of horrors has opened its doors. These things are far from being like us, they look like freaking zombies or vampires… one thing is to see these monsters in movies, other very different is to meet up with them in the next block.”
“Look at us, Parkman, can we really talk like that about weird things?”
“We’re humans with powers, not monsters.”
The young woman stared at Matt with a sarcastic smile. “Some of us are monsters, as you pointed out to me once, Parkman.”
“I didn’t know you by then, I simply judged you by what the Company told us. Besides, your family…”
Ariel raised an eyebrow. “My family…”
He hated when she gave that look, sounding so much like him, almost… deadly. “Well, you people go into some sort of weird powers… you know what I mean.”
“Look who’s speaking, the son of the nightmare man!”
“Okay, okay, let’s forget about it. I’ll call the boss and then we head off back home.”
###
“I hope you’ve had a nice trip, Mohinder. I’m glad to see you again.”
Mohinder shook hands with Nathan with cold cordiality. “The flight was good, Nathan, thank you. Where’s Peter?”
“Right behind you, Mohinder!” Peter was a much more cordial sight, and there was more sincerity into his words than in his brother’s. “How are you?”
“Well, I cannot say too fine since I’m back here.” Mohinder tried not to sound as hollow as he felt inside.
Peter smiled sympathetically at him. “I understand, my friend.”
“I know how hard it must’ve been for you to come back, Mohinder, but we really need you this time. The things that have been happening…”
“Maybe it’s better if Mohinder rest for a while before this talk, Nate, he’s had a long trip.”
Mohinder saw the exchange of looks between the brothers, but said nothing. He was tired indeed, and not at all inclined to discuss anything at the moment, especially with the oldest Petrelli. “I night rest would be fine, I guess. You can tell me anything you need to tomorrow, can’t you?”
With his usual forced smile, Nathan just nodded. Peter was quickly between the two.
“Good then, I’ll show your rooms, Mohinder, come with me.”
As Peter and the doctor left the room, Natan send a nasty look in their direction. Suresh wasn’t going to go unscathed this time, he was going to cooperate, wanted it or not. His eyes traveled to a small frame over his table, a smiling woman and two kids waving happily, and the past was all back to the present.
###
“Don’t take him too badly, Mohinder, Nate has been through a lot lately.”
“Your brother and I didn’t part in good terms the in past, Peter.”
“Yes, but we all know how hard you and Gabriel tried to stop the villains ascension and the Company. Besides, we were not the only ones that have lost someone.”
Mohinder knew exactly about whom Peter was talking about, but rely on such memories now was the last thing he wanted. So he maneuvered the conversation to a heavy but still bearable topic.
“Gabriel… you mean Sylar, don’t you? That’s why I’m here now, at least for you’re your brother told me in the phone…”
“We’re not sure if it’s really him… and there are all these weird creatures involved… not even Azrael could define what their powers are…”
Mohinder froze in place. “Azrael? You mean…”
“Yeah, Azrael and Ariel are with us. Nathaniel disappeared soon after the end of the battle, so we thought it better that they stay within the Company care since it’s ruled by Nate and Noah now.” At Mohinder’s doubtful frown, Peter continued. “It’s safe for them, Mohinder, I assure you.”
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea. They are only kids and can barely control their powers.”
“Matt and Elle are doing a good job with Ariel, she’s more in control of her powers now.”
“Maybe, but what about Azrael?”
“He’s been living with Claire and Bennet, and his powers have been under control too.”
Mohinder let out an ironic laugh. “No one can control those two, Peter, it runs in their family. I should have taken them with me when I left…”
“Mohinder, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not responsible for them.” Before Mohinder could interrupt him, Peter raised a hand, holding the scientist back. “Besides, they are safer under our care. If Sylar is really back as Nate wants to believe, then Nathaniel might be around, and both they and you will need all protection we can offer.”
They reached the geneticist’s room at last. “Thanks, Peter. I think you’re right, I should not worry so much. It’s just that being here…”
“I know. Things will look brighter tomorrow, you’ll see. Good night, Mohinder!”
“Good night, Peter.”
The bedroom was giant and alien, yet Mohinder felt his body and mind so exhausted that he quickly dumped his bag in the floor and fell over the bed, letting slumber win him…
###
The tall man returned to his recent rented apartment late at night. He stopped in front of his door and stared at it for a moment, dark eyes scanning it with a strange expression for such a person…longing perhaps...
The apartment seemed long abandoned, forgotten. According to the landlord, it had been empty for five years, since two guys and a little girl had lived there. It was said to be haunted, and the man was quite surprised when he had insisted in renting it.
Everything was like he remembered from the last time he’d been there. Even the old map, though without the names and addresses this time. A smirk crossed his lips. Good times those, none of these creepy night things behind him, only the sucking heroes to whom he was already used to fight… And Mohinder, of course.
Memories of Mohinder brought others not so pleasant. Memories he didn’t want to deal with right then, when he already had so many to handle. For a split second he wondered what should been made of the kids but vanished them as quickly as the previous ones.
He had a goal, he had to focus. The world as he knew it was in danger of falling into eternal darkness, to become irremediable forever broken… It was time to someone special like him to fix it. It was time for Sylar to return!
###
Azrael was a small framed boy of seven, with wild dark hair falling over his face, white pale skin and bright grey eyes. An ordinary boy with nothing apparently special about him.
He had seen the boys harm the little owl moments ago, but only got closer after they went away. After all, uncle Bennet had told him to stay away from trouble, and Azrael used to be quite the obedient boy.
The owl was going to die, of it the boy was certain. Blood flowed from the delicate frame in great amount. He could feel life abandoning the poor bird, and Azrael couldn’t understand why someone could be so cruel to something so pretty. He wished he could punish such mean people. But mostly than everything, he wanted to fix his little friend, he’d never seen something so beautiful and wanted it for himself so badly…
“Azrael, lunch is ready!”
The voice of his friend startled him. He looked one more time at the bird, hesitated for a second, and then went inside the house. Claire was already serving the food, and uncle Benett was sitting in the table reading the newspaper, but dropped it instantly as noticing the boy’s arrival. “Having fun, Azrael?”
“Yeah, the garden is nice, I like it.”
Noah surveyed the boy cautiously, and then smiled. “Good, now let’s have our lunch, right? You can go back there and play after lunch.”
Azrael nodded and ate lunch in silence, listening to Claire’s fun stories. However, after lunch he felt strangely tired and went to sleep instead of playing, and although Noah and Claire exchanged a worried look between them, they said nothing at all.
Later that evening Azrael was waken up by an insistent noise in his window. At the view presented, others would feel afraid, perhaps, but as the kid saw his owl friend tilting her tiny head trough the window’s glass, instead of fear, Azrael felt happy beyond himself, and a had a smile plastered in his face when he went to open the window to let his new friend in.
Two nights later the police found three kids that were missing, but that couldn’t be saved anymore. Lacerations and blood everywhere, they were long dead…
TBC