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Travis was holding hard into his neck and struggling to get out of some invisible hands that were only inviting him to his death.

Why isn't anybody helping him?

My eyes immediately spot a familiar woman; Veronica Thompson. She had a white dress on covering at the top of her knees and hair curls were resting on her hunched shoulders. Only this time there was a child resting in her arm, and the other arm biting its nails nervously. She peeked over her brother; Then to have her break into sobs.

Where is Thompson himself?

And where is Veronica's son? I know Naomi said he had a son before she left but he couldn't be that young or small to be in her arms.
No, Veronica isn't stupid enough to bring her son to this fatal chaos. No mother would even think about that.

The few mortified officers holding a gun at Travis fall on there knees before shooting the guns and falling on the ground. They died; only instantly this time.

However, the shooting they did aim at almost every place on Travis's body before his head violently falls into the water, leaving only his torso and legs visible. It takes seconds for a source of blood to run and create a small bubble of it under the waters.

Veronica seemed as if she was going to lose consciousness from what she just witnessed. The child in her arms reaches its small hands to her chin. It's hands were trembling, the child had to be crying.
She impatiently rocks the child up and down, back and forth to calm him, Or her but it didn't seem to work.

The video ended.

I blink rapidly before chewing on the inside of my cheeks to prevent from crying. I feel Jen gulp his saliva from what we just saw.

But why the hell would Bennett save a painful video like this? To watch it whenever he was bored?

"Are you...okay?" Jen asks in a concerned tone.

Hmm...Let's see. I just watched the 17th May incident; witnessed how a detective got choked to death by a demon, Oh! And add those officers with a gun too! And a sister literally saw how her brother died while trying to calm a crying baby in her arms that only god knows who that kid is. Oh! And the best part! I found it at My dead boyfriends fucking phone!

"No, Hell no" I snap at him. "Get back to smoking that shit, I want to watch it myself" I hiss and he surrenders by raising his hands before stuffing the laptop in his bag.

The next few images were triggering. Some were blood, some were the 'X' sign. The rest were rituals. I assume it had to be the same one Thompson mentioned about.

I froze when I saw our selfie we took one time when we were out at the beach. He still has it?
My bones and muscles couldn't move anymore the moment I see the next picture. My face was erased; disfigured, just like the woman inside that insect.

There wasn't any more pictures left.

As far as I'm disappointed at this; I'll check his messages.
His messages were packed with about thirty new messages. Diana, Tiff, Alissa, Unknown. The last four people he messaged, including me.

Clicking on Diana, they didn't even talk much. Mostly asking about where they were and where to meet up. My eyes widen at the sight of a new message from 'Tiff'.

"Brett drank it. Get your ass over here"
Sent: Now

My eyes flinch. I saw red. Brett, Naomi. She... she drank some shit Tiffany gave. I knew Tiffany would discover her sooner or later. If Tiffany or that bitch Diana do anything to her I swear I'll have no hesitation to...

"Jen!" His head snaps over to face me. "We need to find Naomi" I announce to him. Instead of further asking, he nod.

"I have a motorcycle" he informs before sliding his bag over his shoulders.

He gestures me to the stairways. I couldn't waste anymore time. What if she's poisoned? The thought nearly makes me go nuts.
I skip two stairs at a time to just get down the fucking building. I'm too angry to even think straight.

"Address" he demands as he hops on the motor. "Evergreen club"

I sit behind him and nervously press my palm against his thin shoulders as he starts the engine. My vision was getting weaker by the minute.
The loud sound of the motorcycle turns a few snobby looks at us before we speed up and enter the bustling street. Fortunately, Jen was talented enough to make us attract the least attention from the traffic police.

If it was even a club anymore. There was no party music, nor sloppy dancing. Only drinking and whispering.
Naomi isn't at sight, of course. Either Tiffany or Diana should be lurking around here; Or they must be planting there vile plans on her.

"She's not here" I sigh.

"Of course she shouldn't" Jen adds. I glare up at him expecting an answer.

"It's Friday! She must've planned on partying... At the Thompson house!" I exclaim.

"Get the motorcycle ready, again. We need to soundlessly approach the house" I continue before barging out towards the motor.

Seconds later he joins me and aims at Thompson's house. My breathing tenses at every moment that I'm driving closer and closer to that house. Naomi can't die; she wouldn't. She's clever enough to outsmart them. Even if she's poisoned... she has a strong body, enough to cope with it so she'd survive.

She can't die for this.