--= Ty's + POV =--

My hair was glued to my face from sweat, and the chills that were running down my spine weren't the best either. This is probably the most idiotic way we have ever tried capturing anyone.

Chest heaving and eyelids slamming into one another hurriedly, a sinking feeling elevated inside of my stomach to hear Sky say that Preston had just disappeared during the night.

Apparently, Rob was the last one to see him. Feet thumping up the stairs after excusing myself from Sky's presence, I slammed the door open earning the good for nothing's attention.

"Rob! Why didn't you stop him from leaving?"

Harsh whispers were passed by one another and sent back growing with more and more venom, I leaned back as he told me the entire story and raised an eyebrow.

"So you're saying you didn't stop him because you felt bad." If I could win an award for knocking somebody out by punching them square in the face, I would try it out on him.

Rob rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall as he crossed his legs and propped himself up comfortably knowing this won't end anytime soon.

"Well if he acts like that I don't think he would go and kill somebody." His face contorted into one of defence, anger, and irritation knowing I wouldn't let this go but he was trying persuasion anyways.

Not go and kill somebody?! Is he serious? Come on! I love a good laugh as much as the next but I call bullshit when I see it. And I've spotted a whole load of it that's in this room and came out of Rob's mouth.

"Did you lose your sense of smell Rob?! This whole room shrieks of murder!"

Rob's eyes softening for a second as his nostrils grew a small bit larger, they instantly narrowed and he looked severely pissed off at me. How can he not smell it?! It is literally gag worthy!

"That's bullshit! This kid couldn't even hurt a fly!"

Spit that looked darker than it should dribbling out of Rob's mouth. My lungs squeezed in on me, I glanced up to see Rob's eyes a glowing, luminescent brown.

"Yeah? Well he sure as hell hurts himself."

"I noticed."

"Did you check the closet yet?" Backing up and turning around so I was facing the closet, I looked back to see Rob with a now desperate expression etching across his face.

"Why would I? It's his stuff I'm not going through it. It's wrong." Rob huffed. Rob's chin tilting upwards and his eyes closing, the urge to smack him down and shove proof down his throat simmered oh so longingly.

"Seriously?! Stop being such a baby, here, I'll show you!"

"No! I don't want to see!-....................." Rob didn't even get to finish before papers shot out of the closet. They fluttered down from the racks and glided down onto the floor.

Some were white others were yellow that looked like they had liquid fall onto them. Some of them seemed as if they were soaked in blood and some were completely damaged

and torn yet every single piece of paper, torn, folded, or perfectly fine had the same words over and over that made my blood run cold.

'I'm sorry.'

As most of the papers were now on the floor, a sickening smell floured into the room and I had to pull my hand up to my nose so I didn't throw up but even then I could taste it.

The feeling of death cuddled against my tastebuds, earning a silent, choking sound to emit out of my lips. Staggering closer to the closet, I heard a whisper of Rob's voice telling me to stop but I grabbed what was closest and tugged it out.

Thumping onto the ground, time froze in it's tracks when I realized I had grabbed two things. One of the objects shattered to the ground, and the other fell down. Both of them earning heavy breaths to ring out of my mouth.

A body and a box.