Haunted Heist : La Casa Manavi

Chapter 03

"Two down, three to go!" yelled Tulio from the room so loud, it was heard by everyone else which caught us all by surprise, and frankly, no one, not even me, managed to find at least one so far. We are all gonna die, and those bastards at WIC knew about it, and still kept us going!

"Kazakhstan RM2308 Brass Sundial? where in the hell would I go for that?" I thought but the one on the next caught my eye immediately as I looked upon the paper, as well as the wall with a grin on my face as I found one.

"Equestrian Paintings, I know those." I spoke out as I looked upon one on the wall, as well as a marked one on the list which I've checked.

While I got to work on removing it, Brandon soon scoured throughout the next room, looking for one he had no idea how it looked like.

"Green Leafed Potpourri? what is that? some kind of pot? nothing's green here, what the hell?" asked Brandon with a tensed voice, looking through until he gives up and proceeds back while the object he sought for was right on top of him. This exactly what I was trying to tell them, if those WIC bastards had send us some proper equipment to locate stuffs, Brandon would still be alive, I mean he is alive, not that I am spoiling anything.

Meanwhile, Kinze, on the other hand, found the one she was looking for nice and slow, but her question remains is on how?

"Glass faced orb Chandlier, great, there it is, but how do I reach for it?" asked Kinze staring at the large object attached to the celling. I would have recommended her to proceed for small things, but I wasn't there.

Dwayne, that little piece of crap, didn't go finding for one, but came looking for one right up when he stumbles upon Tulio, grabbing stuff he vouched as many as he can.

"That's a lot of stuff, don't you think?" he asked to which Tulio didn't reply. "Hey! I asked you a question!" said Dwayne one more time to which Tulio replies, but doesn't turn away from his work.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard you alright? I'm busy, go do your thing and look for stuff." said Tulio as a smirk falls on Dwayne's face while he coughs on himself.

"Yeah, about that, I've been thinking, instead of going out to grab stuff, why not grab a person that just has some?" asked Dwayne which was ignored by Tulio, until he lunges forth to tussle down Tulio with his massive hug of a bear. Damm, is the WIC Company watching this? are they seriously gonna name it as family entertainment? I thought.

"What are you doing?" asked Tulio in confusion while Dwayne slams him over to the corner, bouncing him off while he gets ready to fight hand to hand.

"What does it look like? I'm doing what I came here for? to steal!" yelled Dwayne while Tulio gets up, wiping away the blood off his face due to the blow he got.

"Like that? huh? bastard, adds a little paint to your skin." said Dwayne as he rages down on Tulio while he leaps away to cover himself.

"You're being stupid, you i***t! you won't get anything by beating me!" said Tulio without having a hint, Dwayne doesn't think with his mind, but his muscles, but unfortunately they don't have mouth to talk except for baam! woosh! and a classic old turnbuckle drive, Dwayne bashes onto him when suddenly the operator comes back online again.

"Hurry up kids! you've got only one minute!" yelled the operator to which Dwayne was distracted in that one second, gaining Tulio the upper hand who knocks him off right at the back of the forehead with a metal faced hockey stick he'd found.

Despite breaking away one of the antiques he was supposed to deliver, Tulio managed to grab in as many things as he could carry, then storms out of the hall before Dwayne has a grip on him.

"Stop! wait! I'll kill you, you bastard!" said, sorry, cried the poor Dwayne, but as soon as he realised the broken hockey stick had been left behind, he'd soon turn his sadness into joy.

Meanwhile, as operator yells "Ten more seconds!" from right out of his throat, I raced back towards the stairs, with the painting on my back, and a couple of things I could carry while Brandon was able to grab nothing but fish sticks, and sandles along with a pair of ladies slipper.

It's the shame he couldn't find the Potpourri, it would have saved his life that day.

"I found it, I found them all, I found.." I yelled only to get interrupted when the head holed clown bashes on my face, reminding me of the blow, Dwayne was supposed to get again.

"Silence, your carryings will be rewarded once the bell rings!" yelled the clown in a demonic voice just before the bell he spoke of rings, along with a huge thunder.

It was quite dramatic, but the punch wasn't at the time, as I started clearing away my blood. "All of you, return here at this point, I command it!" yelled the clown, bashing his stick on the floor which caused a massive noise I could ever hear of.

It was so loud, I covered myself that day, in a attempt to lessen myself from the noise, and before I could do anything further, the noise instantly just stops.

"Stop it now!" I shouted, but what was loud was my voice just because the clown lost his pounding. When I got up, all I found was the remaining of the participants, all in their rush, and depravity, carrying what they could, while I held the biggest object of them all on my back.

Had Kinze cut off the loose rope, tying itself to the Chandlier, she would have been first, but she didn't, I blame the specs, but whatever, it's done now, the score count begins.

"I asked you all to bring me the items that I require over the list in there, no further instructions was given, do you realize what that means?" asked the clown.

"It means you didn't think well." replied Dwayne to which the Clown rages back at him while yelling his anger through the words

"Don't patronise me it was you that didn't! none of you!" yelled the clown to which things became clear to me then and there.

"What do you mean?" asked Dwayne, with a patch of injures and a broken hockey stick, at least he brought that.

"It means the rules are simple, as they were mendable, we weren't supposed to work separately, but as a team." I said which became clear to everyone's mind then.

"I knew it, I told you all, did you listen? we were supposed to stick together! that's how we're gonna survive!" yelled Brandon but gets himself silenced when a tentacle bursted out from the celling, grabbing his neck to which it lifts him in the air.

"Let him go!" yelled Tulio, but the clown doesn't even pay his attention, and instead his rage upon me while he walks slowly towards me.

"You, it was you, you broke it in the first place, abandoning everyone and reaching out for your own, this is your fault." said the clown.

"Then why am I alive and won?" I asked with a grin, knowing exactly why the clown spared me, even though he know I broke the code first.

"You.. are alive, because you've won today, you have my appreciation for that, but keep this up, or it will be you in chains in the next round." said Clown looking deep within my rage of eyes, right before Tulio yelled out his part of reasoning to help his newly found friend, hmmpff, what a heart.

"You've got the wrong contestant! Brandon brought off as many stuff as he can, it was Dwayne that didn't, look, he brought only a broken hockey stick!" said Tulio in rage which spins off another wave of anger towards him by Dwayne who enrages.

"Shut up your mouth now, kid! or I'll bash in your teeth for it!" yelled Dwayne one last time when the clown rages out his frustration while spinning off a devastating headache upon all of us which we fall down, at his knees, screaming in pain.

"Silence! all of you! maintain this arrogance and you'll all never see the light of day!" said the clown who releases us from the hold, what seemed like eternity.

"The one here, may have brought in, as many stuff he could carry, but not the one I required."

"No, lies! the slippers, the sandles, even the fish sticks, they were all on the list! I saw it!" yelled Brandon when the clown races directly at him with a splinting second and masks off his face with the clown's hand which soon starts to tightened.

"You really think, I, off all people, would lie? this is my house! this are my games, I don't like people, but the only thing that I love, are the rules, which you clearly dis.. obeyed!" screamed the clown, revealing his appearance to be an old man instead of the clown outfit he'd previously wore, but the bullet hole remains untouched in change.

"No! please, please, I swear I'll play right this time, I swear, please!" cried Brandon but the old monster didn't listen, he bursted out his face with a crush, then threw out his body to rot once the tentacle went away.

"Contestant, eliminated! forget your principles again, and this shall be your fate." said the old monster who departs away, walking like a ghost that had a baby with a angry old kraken, I was being literal there, but.. At least I could to see another day, it could have been me that day, I was so close.

Meanwhile, once he departed, Kinze runs upon the dead body of Sgt Brandon, falls down on her knees and cries, knowing what a terrible gate awaited her, had she failed to accomplish her task today.

For a second I thought to give a pep talk, but with the look Dwayne gave him, I rushed out in between them before they pick a fight again. "That's it, enough, both of you!" I said while reaching out to the back of my hand with Tulio's, slipping him a note.

"Move away, Tokyo, I wanna break his face!" said Dwayne.

"Why? so you can die next, can you?" I asked to which Dwayne interrupted with a "Listen." but that day, I made him listen by yelling back.

"No, you listen! Brandon maybe dead, but he was right about one thing, fights isn't gonna help us win this thing, unity is! if we keep fighting in between us, the only person getting out of here, is a dead one!" I said but surprisingly, Tulio, the love of my life, yet to be, shut me off, on that first, very day.

"It was you that did this to him, not Dwayne!" said Tulio. But to me, none of us were responsible for it, it was all those bastards that sent us to their deaths, the beloved WIC Company.