Anthony huddled himself close. He was scared. Very scared. The thought that somebody had killed Charlotte, in just a few minutes when she disappeared was terrifying. But what was even more suspicious was Heather. She had just disappeared. And now he was locked by himself, in a dark room, with nobody there except a dead corpse, a lot of dust, and a dead phone. Pathetic.

CRASH..

Anthony spun and looked around. Something had fallen. But what has fallen, and how. He stood up, his legs weak with anxiety. He whimpered in pain, as he slowly stood up. " Who's there? Come out please" he asked back, the winds quiet.

~ ~ ~

Tap. Tap. Tap. A single cane clicking against the floor. It was like a bomb, ticking constantly, minutes before it would explode and everybody would perish. In the room were two people. An old man and a middle-aged man. " But sir, I will uh- pay you. Please, just give me ano-ther we- uh, week. I prom-ise, I will pay you back" the second man said, his eyes red and swollen.

"Blasphemy," the old man said. He sat there stroking his short stubble, his face murderous.

" I have waited two months. Your contract was only held for one. Yet, I was kind enough to give you another month. And now, you are taking advantage of what I have done for you." he said back, his soft voice resonating throughout the entire room. 

He stood up, his cane clicking. Tap, tap, tap. He slowly came closer.

" But sir, I- uh- I have to pay- for my so- son to eat. I need to do so-"

SLAP.

The second man fell onto the floor. He looked up. " You don't actually think I would give you another week right?" whispered, the old man. His voice sounded like a thousand winds, the peacefulness causing the most sinister feeling. 

" I've had enough of you, and your insolence. You are taking WAY too much advantage of my kindness. So maybe, I should just make you pay now."

" Your ridiculous excuses going off every single day"

" I got fired,''  he squealed, mocking the second man.

" My boss will give me my pay tomorrow, blah blah blah-" He stopped. He stared straight into the second man's eyes.

" Please, I'm sorry" the second man whimpered. He shuffled back, crawling against the floor, as far as possible.

" Sir, I'm sorry. I really am. I will get the money tomorrow. I promise-" the second man uttered.

" The same bloody excuse, every single time you come here. But I've been waiting too long, Aaron." 

"I have been waiting for weeks maybe, even months now" he snickered.

"I think I should make you pay soon."

The second man gasped. His eyes flickered furiously, looking for anything, something to save his life.

" Yes. I think it would be better if I made you pay now." Ded replied. His eyes were like a deadly blade.

He grabbed his gun from the pocket. The gold handle, glistening even in the dark room.

He smirked ever so slightly. " Or maybe I'll make your son pay for his poor, helpless father"

" No. Please no. You can't-" the second man moaned.

" Goodbye Graves."

And that's when he knew he would never need to feed his son ever again.