Clayton and Yasmine walked into the center looking at the decoration that littered the place. The counter was decorated with different types of art and paintings that various kids made. The separate chairs were colored in different colors of the rainbow. It looked quite pleasant, if this wasn't a place for juveniles, Clayton would think it was some type of hospital or something. The place seemed professional enough. After that, the sound of representatives brought the man out of his distraught mood.
When she came, she began to try and confirm his identity. She said the name wrong, but still, it was close. After having a slight talk about the Kingly and his recent behavior. After slightly making a settlement, the two visitors were eventually escorted into a separate holding room. Now this is what this building was really about. Tables were lined with different scratches and scribbles saying different things, like eff you and die here. Everything was made to look all decorated in the front, but in the end, it was a lie.
"I can walk, ya'know." The sound of yelling from the hallway. It was Kingly being carried by the guard he only remembered in the front. With his eyes still red, he mumbled something before throwing the kids into the room and slamming the heavy weight door that separated them. "Well fuck you too, Richard." His voice was deeper than you expect a child to be. His eyes were an auburn brown which matched the color of his locks perfectly. After a while of giving daggers to the door, he turned. The shock on his face was enough to almost send waves of laughter through Clayton, almost.
As he looked back and forth between the investigators, he began to question everything more and more.
"How long were you guys… standing there?" Kingly voice cracked as he looked around for some sort of stability. Yasmine waved her hand to dismiss the question. She didn't come to stall nor did she come to make people feel comfortable. She came to investigate. With her stern mood, it quickly set the tone for who was around her. The boy slowly lowered himself into the bolted chair to continue the conversation. "So… you said you wanted to talk about Rayland?"
Kingly began to tell them about how he and Rayland hung out by the boardwalk. And every day they were there they would always hear this moving. It sounded like leaves, but there was never any around. At first they just assumed it was some homeless person or some type of dumb-ass from their school that decided to play a prank on them. They had rumors about the going around, so someone wanting to seek what really went on between the two wasn't so uncommon. Long story short, Rayland decided to check it out for himself.
Kingly described the feeling of watching his friend die. The coldness, the fear. Everything. Clayton nods. He knew the feeling all too well now. He was used to the sight of bodies, heck it came with the job, but seeing someone you care about… it feels different. It feels as if some part of you dies as well. Kingly continued to talk about the day it happened. He described the face of the woman that stood over his corpse. Her eyes that caused his coldness, the stare that erupted fear. He talked about her aura.
"She seemed old, ya know." His words teetered off as he spoke. His eyes staring directly at his fingers which he twiddles with. "But when she finally looked at me, she looked my age… or y'alls." The boy continued to spit alterations of those words. It was clear, that was all they were gonna get. After a while Clayton couldn't help, but interrupt him.
"Is that all you have?" His lips felt dry from not speaking for so long. He didn't have time to waste. After this, he had a place to be. If Kingly didn't have anything useful to say, then this was pointless. "If so, then we really need to be going." The detective and his wife began to pack up any notepads and whatever thing else they brought out. Microphones, makeup, etc. As they hastily moved, they could hear the complaints from the boy. He kept saying things like 'don't go' and 'that's not all', but they ignored it.
"She told me something!" Those words cause a pause in both of them. She said something? She never spoke before. Was he lying? He had to be? Yasmine, thinking the same thing as him, reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a recorder. After she switches on the system, she leans herself over the table to reinstate the question.
"You said that she told you something?" Spoke with a bold taste in her mouth. Her beautiful brown eyes looked even more exasperated than before. Kingly, feeling nervous, nodded at the question.
"Yeah, she did." His eyes navigated to Clayton, only for him to shrug. There was no stopping her when she was like this. Even though he was silent, he knew he would've done the same thing. They lost their daughter for fuck sake. What wouldn't they do?
"What did she say?" Not gonna lie, Clayton almost didn't want to answer the question. It could be simple, like the next name of her victim, or maybe the name of the person she killed recently. Who knows.
"She said..." The next words that came out of his mouth caused the two of them to fall, and a sudden coldness surrounds the room