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"There's an old empty house," Sebastian explained to me as we stepped carefully up the hills of some street, "that sits on top of a hill in the cemetery. It's abandoned now," he told me, "so the windows are bordered and the air inside is covered in dust and grime, so if you struggle to breathe, get out, okay?"
I gave him a look. "I don't have asthma, thank you."
He just chuckled and gazed further up, lips parting when I looked up with him.
My eyes rounded.
We'd entered the cemetery less than ten minutes ago... but now—after climbing a tall hill—a large, abandoned house came in view.
The boarding outside was cracked and shifting, warping into curves rather than lines, and the walls were covered in graffiti and gang signs in spray-paint.
Tells you what people came into the cemetery, sadly.
"Is that it?" I whispered as Sebastian stared at is emotionlessly.
He glanced down at me. "That's it."
I just parted my lips and started up to the front porch, but he caught my arm, making me look back.
"Whatever you do," he told me, eyes darkening slightly, "don't go in my old room, understand?"
I stared for a moment. "Why?"
"Just promise me," he said.
I parted my lips and watched him, but I nodded.
He released my arm. "Okay, thank you. I'll walk around out here and make sure there's no signs of North. He likes coming back here."
I thinned my lips and nodded, turning and starting up to the house.
Why did he bring me here? And why was he allowing me to go up here by myself?
I just shrugged it off, more determined to find out his past rather than worry about such things.
But it was nagging at me.
I sighed and stopped my the front door, catching my dagger and pulling it out of my pocket.
"Accendo," I whispered, watching the blade come to life.
I just sliced it into the board protecting the front door, stepping back when the golden flames spread from the hold, covering the entire frame in black, and when it reached the edges, the fire cut out, leaving only the front door.
"Decendo," I said then, and slipped the hilt back in my pocket when the blade vanished.
I just caught the front door handle, wincing at how cold it was, but I breathed out a sigh—urging myself forward—and shoved open the door.
It took a lot of force; the wood was warped, bending inward to the frame, but I used enough to open it the first try.
But the moment I stepped in the house, I was met with the scent of mildew and dust, and the invaded my lungs, making them shrink in on themselves.
I coughed slightly, covering my nose, though I was too curious to back away now.
I just stepped forward, the moonlight casting through the broken roof on the ceiling, so I could see a little.
Everything in here looked old. I couldn't believe Sebastian lived here once.
I assumed they first lived here because there was no other place to live when they fell, and so an abandoned house next to a cemetery? Sure, it wasn't like anyone was going to kick out someone they didn't know existed.
I assumed they also laid low.
But I stepped down a hallway, glancing down at the withered red rugs that were clearly from the local hardware store.
I just glanced around curiously.
What did Sebastian want me to find? Did he just want me to see inside the house?
I was guessing so, over the last couple months, I kept asking him where he lived before he got his job.
And—also—on the way up here, he told me:
"Just a quick look, and then get out. It's hard to breathe in there. Just look around for a couple minutes. If you take long, I will find you just to make sure you're okay."
I glanced around curiously.
This house was so... deformed. It was like this was built in the 1800s with just wood and nails.
But I stopped then, blinking when I turned to my right, staring at a door curiously.
There was a sign on it, stating:
Sebastian's room.
Don't come in or I will tackle you, North.
I eyed the door, wondering...
Whatever you do, Sebastian told me earlier, don't go in my room, understand?
I just tipped my head to the side.
What if... the secret he was hiding from me lived in here?
It might've also been hellhounds, medusa, or some other fictional monster.
I sighed.
But I told him I wouldn't!
I gazed back up.
But what if I did...?
I blinked then, glancing nervously at the front door before I urged myself forward, and I caught his doorknob, shoving the door open.
The room was dark, covered in menacing shadows.
There was a bed on my right, though it had a tapestry about it as well as a canopy, and it draped torn red curtains down on the bed.
There was nothing in here from what I saw. No monsters, demons, or medusas.
Then... why did he want me to avoid it?
I closed the door behind me, lips parting as I took my hand away from my nose.
Oh... it was easier to breathe in here. Maybe it was because it was closed off from the rest of the house.
I gazed further into his room, finding a door on my left that clearly went to the backyard, and there was a desk in the middle, followed by some scattered rugs and slippers...
Odd, but whatever.
I just stepped forward.
He was hiding something from me, and I was determined to find it.
I threw up his bedsheets, tossing up some scattered dust, and found nothing, but I just went over to his pillow, lifting it, and again... nothing.
So then I went to his desk, blinking as I tipped my head to the side, and I opened the first drawer, finding it empty.
But when I opened the second, there was something in here.
I stared.
It was a bundle of papers, maybe a make-shift journal? I didn't know, but it had Sebastian's handwriting on it, and I picked it up.
The top was a title-page of some sort:
Sebastian's notes.
North, do not read.
Wow, he really did not like North snooping, did he?
I just sighed and opened to the first page, tipping my head to the side when it read a date...
The date my "dreams" of Sebastian started.
I stepped over to a semi-boarded window and hovered the writing under the moonlight.
I found her, it read, making me continue.
Her name is Skye, a pretty name, and she's a pretty girl, not gonna lie.
Though I found her... she's the girl, the archangel girl, the one who forced us to fall.
I hated her mother; she was horrible, she took EVERYTHING from me.
After we fell, we were in grief, and we were alone... Claire found this house, and we were so thankful we had a roof over our heads.
It was too cold in the winter, though... too HOT in the summer.
And it was ALL HER FAULT.
My brows drew together.
Skye, was her name? What a waste of time. I needed this break and she's easy.
Such an easy toy.
My heart pounded harder as I continued to read.
North came up with this plan, and I think it's genius! She's beautiful, so I could get close to her, not too close so she knows I'm there, but close.
Claire doesn't know, but she doesn't have to. I told my other friend Jacob about this, and he told me it was a bad idea, but I don't care.
It's time.
It's time I get revenge.
I froze when I read the last sentence.
Yes, I am innocent little Sebastian.
My body grew cold.
And it's time I kill Skye Frost.
I dropped the papers, heart beating fast against my chest as I took steps back.
My mind swirled, body freezing, throat constricting...
All this time? All this time... I was right...
He wanted to kill me.
He was teaming up with North.
I started panting, cold swelling inside me, and I spun around, about to escape him.
But a figure stood in the doorway, narrowing his eyes as the moonlight reflected off his runes so easily.
My heart froze over.
Shit.
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