~~Chapter 8~~
~~Nightmare Index~~
"Oh God, no...." He whispered. After making a few calls, Jeff sat on the couch beside Michael.
"Help is on the way," he said. Michael looked up and nodded. His eyes were full with tears.
"Michael, everything will be okay. I know things are getting crazy now." Jeff put a hand on Michael's shoulder. "Everything will be fine."
Michael wished he could believe his words.
The police, ambulance, and FBI walked around the living room. A policeman and a FBI agent sat next to Michael on the couch asking him questions. "No one was in the house when you came in?" The agent asked.
"No, sir."
"You didn't clean up any blood, or touched anything?" The policeman asked.
"No, sir. Well, Jeff took the phone in order to call you guys." Michael paused and took a deep breath. "It was in Whyan's hand."
"Whyan's hand?" the policeman repeated. The agent started taking notes.
"Yes. At rehearsal, I got a call from Whyan, and that told me to come here."
"So in the phonecall, Whyan was asking for help?" the agent asked.
Michael thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Do you know where your kids are?" The policeman asked.
"My kids?"
"Yeah, Prince and Paris." The policeman stated.
Michael gazed at him strangely. "Prince and Paris?"
He nodded. Michael thought for a second and it came to him. "Ohhh! Prince and Paris! They're in the playroom."
"Why don't you go and see if they are all right." The policeman said.
Michael nodded and went into another room. Jeff came and sat where Michael was originally sitting. "What do we got?"
The agent reviewed his notes. "A murder. Definitely. But we have no suspects, no motive, and no cause of death. I mean, the man couldn't have just dropped dead like that. This case is very strange."
Jeff nodded.
"Another thing that's strange is the way Michael was acting." The policeman said. "It's as if he couldn't remember he had kids."
Jeff shrugged. "I think Whyan's death has affected him very much."
Jeff saw Michael walk back into the room, looking as if he's seen a ghost.
"Uh oh." Jeff said. "I don't think we have any good news coming our way." Michael came up to them. He opened his mouth, but couldn't get the words out. He was too much in shock.
"Michael, what is it." Jeff asked.
"They're gone." Michael whispered as tears streamed down his face. Jeff swore. He couldn't believe this.
"Michael," Jeff said. "Why don't you get out the house for a while?" He knew Michael needed time to recollect himself.
"That's a good idea. But maybe you should go too, Jeff. Just in case." The policeman suggested. Jeff nodded.
"Yeah, good idea." He gazed at Michael, who was staring into space. He was completely in a state of shock.
"Will you be all right?" Jeff asked.
Michael blinked. "Ummm, yeah."He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I will."
Sharon went downstairs to her basement with Whyan's gun in hand. Stepping over the rotting and dead bodies she had killed before, she saw Prince and Paris sitting in a corner.
"It stinks in here." Paris complained.
"It does, doesn't it?" Sharon said sweetly. "But when you get used to it, it can be the most wonderful smell in the world. The stench of death."
Sharon aimed the gun at Prince.
"Do you know where our daddy is?" Prince asked. "Do ya?"
Prince gazed at the pistol curiously. "Hey, what's that?"
Sharon wanted to pull the trigger, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn't. When she looked at Prince, she saw Michael in his eyes. Prince was a part of him. Sharon sighed and lowered the pistol. She would have to kill Prince when she handles Michael. But for right now, she just couldn't do it. She emptied the bullets from the gun and dropped the gun at Prince's feet.
"There you go, kid. Have fun."
Michael drove Jeff to the cemetery.
"Oh Michael," Jeff said. "Not the cemetery. Please."
Wiping his tears with the back of one hand, Michael said, "The cemetery gives me peace. It's beautiful here."
He parked the car. Michael didn't get out. Instead, he put his head on the steering wheel and wept. Jeff began to feel sorry for Michael. He wished there were something he could do to help him, in some way.