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Candles bathed the bathroom in an otherworldly glow, the floor wet, water still dripping from the feminine hand that hung over the edge. A scream rang through the house, one of surprise rather than horror. Death was a familiar friend to some, to others a unescapable enemy. Sometimes death could be bestowed as a blessing. Sweet, dark relief from a world of pain and misery. A blonde girl was dead in the bath, eyes bloodshot, skin wrinkled, blood coloring the water. Murder. Death had been forced onto this young girl, shoved down her throat, clawing and tearing soft flesh on it's way down. Blood tracks ran from the girl's eyes, nose and open mouth, nude body covered by the rose petals and lingering suds in the water.
Downstairs, Poppy LeBeau rose as did the others, rushing towards the sound. Screams--sad how many children were familiar with the sounds of terror, with the stench of death and decay. The lived it, breathed and ate it. To one in the room, murder was also a recurring part of their diet. Poppy LeBeau ascended the steps, lips pursed and eyes hard, bracing herself for what was to come. She knew it had been inevitable, the discovery of her nephew--yes
nephew's body. After all, she was the one who had left it there. As the students gathered around the bathroom, there were more sounds of terror and fright from those innocent few. Thomas Nickelson had forced his way to the front, tripping over his own feet and landing hands first in a wet mixture of blood and water. He began to scream, loud and high pitched. His screams turned to sobs and the Headmistress was picking him up and shoving him into the arms of a student--Lillian Rose.
"Get the little ones out of here!" Her voice was sharp, like the crack of a whip or the prick of a needle. It demanded your attention, beckoned obedience.
Questions, there were so many questions and voices.
'Who is that?' 'What is she doing in the boys bathroom?' 'Murder?' 'There's a Murderer in the house!' 'Is she really dead?' 'We need to help her!' 'Someone do something!' 'All that blood!' 'We need to call the police! ' Some began to sob, other's ran.
Soon after, there was a frantic banging at the front door.
Henry Tucci
LeBeau turned to the wide eyed faces of her students, something more fearsome had taken her place. "Someone answer that door!" They scattered like cockroaches. At the front door were two young men--brothers, wearing raincoats, one 19 and the other 17. Once the door was opened, they explained that they had just moved in next door and in the process of unpacking, they heard the screams. Worry and concern creased their young faces, offering to call the police.
Upstairs, were some of the students and the staff remained, something else was taking place.
Jake Tucci
"This is my nephew, my Lucien." LeBeau solemnly informed those who remained, heartbreak scrawled over her features. "Someone killed my Lucien..." A delicate hand was pressed against the cold, gray forehead of the corpse, the other covered LeBeau's mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Bernard, call the police." The hazel eyed man watched the woman for a long moment, eyes narrowed, lips pursed with suspicion. He turned to do as he was told but Sterling spoke up. Being the one who discovered the body, she found it difficult to simply walk away.
"W-wait," she swallowed and shook her head, as if to rid herself of her own apprehension. She had been staring at the body, the stench of coppery blood stained her lungs and the inside of her mouth. "I can fix this, I can help." She turned to the remaining students, voice quiet and tense. "Can someone help me get her--his? body out of the tub?" They covered Lucien Archibald with a towel and carried the corpse into his bedroom. The very one that Victor would be sharing with him. Blood dripped onto the floor, leaving a trail from the bathroom through the hallway and into the bedroom.
Unbeknownst to them, Poppy LeBeau was less than pleased.
Once the corpse was laid on the bed, Sterling moved closer, grabbing the blonde by her face to tilt her head up wards. She also turned her palms up, and brought her ankles together, opening her mouth as well. "She hasn't been dead long but there's still a decent amount of death inside her..." she murmured. One hand was pressed flat against the blonde's chest over her heart, the other against her stomach where she pushed. Sterling's nails dug into the somewhat mushy flesh of the blonde, she dragged her nails and left a trail of light behind. A minute passed before they saw results.
Color returned to the corpse, her back arched off the bed eyes wide open and mouth gasping for air before she started coughing up water and blood. Sterling smiled a little, cocking her head to the side before speaking--voice soft.
