Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

For the sake I checked my phone, only to realize that he was right. The rinfilai in the pocket.

"We're stuck..." I muttered and with that comment, came the rest.

"Is there something wrong..." was Kerys to speak, and I couldn't help but to agree and mentally with her, while the moans and the coughing of blood River filled the air.

Not heard any noise for a few long moments, then the speakers came on and a robotic voice, disguised, began to talk. "Welcome, unrepentant". I pietrificai

instantly, looking around me as if I were expecting

the appearance of someone. Instead, the voice came from

the music of the stage, incorporeal.

"If it's a joke, not fu

The robotic voice continued to speak. And we, we were

not able to listen. Helpless. Forced.

"Welcome to the scene of the crime.

Rule number one: you can't go on, right up to when the case is not resolved.

Rule number two: if you try to escape you will be

killed. Rule number three: if you can figure out who is the culprit in time, maybe you can save the life of your friend.

You have an hour of time before he dies. And in this case, you follow him soon."

I looked Kerys on my side, and the terror in his eyes had the same smell of hay burned.

"Can I take only one clue: we all have an obsession".

The speakers went off. One of the screens hanging on the wall is turned on. A countdown.

River Donovan resumed coughing stronger than before.

Chapter 7

No body, no crime

Everyone wants to sparkle.

No one is willing to burn.

Kerys

They say that you can redeem from certain crimes. That is, if you bear your punishment and you learn from your mistakes, you can delete it via the one of the worst was committed. And that the sense of guilt that washes away all the accusations.

But is it really so? Simply the execution of a judgment to get rid of his guilt?

And the victim? It is so easy, even for those who suffer from violence?

I do not believed it possible. But I was convinced that people liked to find a culprit on whom to vent anger at an unjust world, who often preferred to take it with both the offender for not having to see the rest.

No matter what kind of punishment infliggiamo them, as we hope to make suffer the guilty of a

it.

This is not always an anomaly, but normal wickedness.

"If this is a joke, not fu

Peachlyn trembled in panic. And with her each one of us, at longer wave-different. She was the one who gave it to see.

The screen recorded the passing of every minute we had. The night, at that point, he had the air of having been expanded inexorably. And yet, in the same way, it seemed to me that the time was ru

Peachlyn he started to look around, out of itself, without listening to what we had to tell her. I was afraid that it would have had a heart attack from a moment to another.

Both me and Hewitt tried to keep it, and to reassure her patting her on the shoulders, but nothing seemed to work. The girl you brought your hands to his temples and began to rub them.

As far as me, the only thing I could do was to believe all the effects that it was a joke. If I had given it to true even for a second that all of what was happening was real, I would have been much, much worse than Peachlyn.

I could feel my trauma back to the surface, and I could hardly push it down.

"Really. River, Draven, if we kidding, tell them

immediately". Was Hewitt to contact the other boys, still

lying on the ground.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" and how to support his thesis, River didn't even finish his sentence that it took to put it back on the floor.

A motion of disgust me upset, but not for the vomiting. For the feeling of being locked up like a rat in a cage.

"That's enough". I looked at the man at my side. Davil was analyzing the situation, but I was not certain that he would have been able to save us all.

Yet he was the one who claimed most of all an apparent calm. It is his work I thought. We are safe as long as he is there. But I couldn't believe it really, because his expression did not predict any hope or illusion.

Whoever had locked up there, he had to have pla

everything to the smallest details. Him and I used to read in his eyes, knew both. An intuition I struck, like lightning in the darkness. "But of course..." I muttered. "This is the scene of the crime, the dressing-rooms. Anyone who has organized all this

wants us to find the murderer of Alex Moore".

I tried the gaze of the criminologist to receive a confirmation, but he nodded, unconvinced.

"What is it? Do not believe that is so?"

Only then you decided to speak. "Anyone who has organized all of this is to blame for the death of Alex Moore. Remember the invitation?"

I told fatigue in me agree with her observation, taken by a motion of terror. "I don't think you want to be discovered, not yet."

I realized how dark the same accentuating my fear and that of my companions. It was at that point that it reached out the hand to the switch to turn on the rest of the lights and the dressing room lit up, revealing clearly the benches, cabinets, other screens turned off and the showers in the bottom. But a gasp I travelled from head to foot when I noticed something deeply out of place.

In that exact moment, River fainted. Davil was on him in an instant to ascoltargli to the beat and turn it in such a way that does not stifle with the vomiting.

"He is still alive but does not have much time". Did not seem at all reassuring, while you put in the walk, and returned to look at the room.

"Keep all fasteners where you are, don't move".

"What does that mean?" Peachlyn was shocked more than before. It was covered in cold sweat, and his complexion had turned green.

Draven instead seemed more worried for the friend, and Hewitt was lost, just as much as me.

I stayed fixed on the wall in the bottom of the dressing room. The silhouette of a corpse was drawn in red.

"It really is a crime scene" farfugliai. "And it is already too contaminated, I don't know how we should find clues about a crime of which we have not the victim." Davil seemed confused more than all of us now, there was obviously something wrong with it.

"Alex Moore was found dead on the other side of the room, on the floor."

I thought aloud, identifying the angle in which his body was twisted to the point of dying. This ruled out definitively that the case that we were in charge of resolve was her. "It means that there is another victim."

"And another guilty". Davil you brought a hand thoughtfully through his hair, looking for a way forward.

I let myself slide down the wall behind me to see the silhouette on the wall straight in front of me. I was completely obscured, as if living in a dream faded. Perhaps it was more correct to call it a nightmare. But I couldn't keep up with reality, and was on the point of collapse, too. To let me go to a catatonic state.