| .:Chapter Ten:. |
| There was a loud pounding on the front door of the mansion and the sun sizzled in the earth's blaze. Red and blue flashing lights shone with a glory that was too cocky to be praised. Finally, the doors were pushed open and a deafening silence rang out to the officers. They cautiously stepped in, there hands holding their guns. "Alicard Trevel, you have been charged with the kidnapping of Catrina Peterson. A local has seen a young man taking her here only a few days ago," the one in the middle called out. The only noise that echoed back though, was the light crawling and tapping noises that the spiders were making as they climbed over the sheets in the room that she had hidden in. As these officers searched room by room, only ending up empty handed, one slowly crept along the outside of the house. He neared the garden gate and froze, his face tilting slightly. At his feet there was a slow steady stream of blood creeping through the dead grass. He pushed the garden gate open and looked inside, finding two bodies crumpled over each other. Out of pure curiosity the young man crept over the grass that was deader than the dead, through it appeared to be like fine threads drapping towards the stormy sky. He picked up Catrina's hand and let his fingers slide over the ring that was on her finger. Giving it a gentle tug, he pulled it off and held it up to the little light that was peeking out through the clouds. Engraved on the inside of the ring there was a small word. He squinted his eyes, then finally made out the letters. The ring read, "Mortis". |