Chapter 124
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A day passed. We made sure to give them enough time to sort things out themselves. Gab informed us that he seen Steve disguised as an ivaw.
He was staring outside their balcony. I'm the one who's hurting seeing them like that.
"Do you think it'll be okay to talk to them now? I really think they need someone right now. I can go and talk to Freeda while you talk to Steve," I told him. Damon wanted to stop me, but he hold himself. "You can tell me what's in your mind. I'd love to hear you opinion." He looked at me.
"I think Freeda is blaming herself. It will be hard to convince her. Would you be okay?" he asked in a worried voice. I curved my lips into a smile.
"Helping her is what I've always wanted to since day one. Trust me in this one."
Damon yielded a deep sigh as he pulled my forehead closer to his lips. He gave me a quick kiss.
"Take care. Let me know is something is up." I smiled at him as a response. He watched me knocked on the parsen's room. I did it three times, but there was no response from inside. "She must be sleeping," he commented.
I pouted my lips. But it's already late for her to be sleeping.
"Should we talk to Steve first?" I asked. He nodded his head slowly. I touched the knob for the last time before leaving when I noticed something odd. The knob was tinted with red marks. What was that?
"W-Wait! I think something is strange." I stopped walking to look back at the knob. My eyes grew big after seeing the red marks. It's still there. My eyes weren't fooling me. "Take a look at this! Isn't this blood?" I said nervously.
Damon gave the knob a closer look. I stared at my hand. The red stuff even stained my hand. He poked the stuff on the knob and checked it.
"It is blood."
My heart started pounding. I immediately turned the knob open and enter the room. My lips parted after seeing the mess inside. On the floor is Freeda bathing in her own blood.
She has a huge slit on her throat. "FREEDA!" I cried.
Damon came running inside the room to check her pulse. His horrified expression made my world collapsed. He glances at me.
"She's dead."
*****
The sound of chosens gossiping and crying outside the scene have been echoing in my head. Conyans were called to investigate her mysterious death.
This is very unexpected. She was alive when we left her, but we came back to see her as a cold corpse the next day. Who would kill her?
"What if she killed herself?" Gab asked. I lifted my head to look at him. He's talking with Damon and Elaine is beside me trying her best to calm me down. I've been staring at nowhere since the incident. I was looking forward of helping her, but then she died.
"WHERE IS HER?!"
A young man's voice thundered inside the room. Steve nervously glanced around and the woman laying on the floor with blood surrounding her everywhere caught his attention. His eyes turned dark after seeing her. He fell on his knees as tears started to escape from his eyes.
"F-Freeda..." he muttered weakly.
I closed my eyes shut from the painful scene. He crawled to her with shaking hands. Conyans let him passed through.
"Wake up. You're not supposed to sleep on the cold floor," he said in an unstable voice. Tears didn't stop from falling in his cheeks. Arms are corded and jaw's clenched. "Freeda? Are you going to keep on ignoring me again?"
Steve's trying his best to sound normal, but the pain in his voice can never be hidden.
"You can't just leave like this. Who did this to you, hmm? Tell me. I will never forgive that vortan. FUCK!"
Elaine's hands wrapped around me as I cried harder silently. We failed to protect them. We failed so much.
"Shhhh. I'm sure that Freeda is in a better place now," she hushed. I wanted to question what she said, but I stayed silent. How can someone like Freeda rest in peae when she was killed like an animal?
I lifted my heard when I started to hear the sound of furnitures being thrown everywhere. Steve is being pulled away on the scene because he keeps on messing around the place. Both of his arms are being dragged by the conyans.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed in agony.
"Please, come with us."
Damon landed his eyes on me. I can clearly see the worry on his face. I forced a smile to make him less worried, but he walked towards me.
"Not you pretending that you're okay." He looks at Elaine. "Thank you. Can you give us a moment?" he asked sweetly at her. Elaine nodded and go to her parsen. I raised my head to face Damon. He looks very worried of me.
"I told you that I'm fine."
He smiled. "You know it's not your fault, right? We didn't know that this is going to happen. Don't think too much about it," he comforted.
I want to put what he said in my mind, but I can't stop thinking that what if I chose to stay with her? I was the one who told Damon to give her a moment. If I didn't say that this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't have died.
Damon yielded a sigh as he pulled me into a hug. I buried my face in his chest. This is too much for me. The culprit can't just kill everyone. He's too much.
"We found something!" a conyan announced. I wiped my tears as I stare at the paper he's holding. Damon and I glanced at each other. The conyan who said that went running to us. "I found it hidden inside her mouth. She tried to swallow it, but she lost breath. I think Freeda was trying to save it."
He gave us a small round object and go back to what they're doing. It's a red marble with little claw details surrounding it. This is peculiar. It looks like an orb to me.
"Isn't this her orb?" I asked Damon.
He's studying the odd object on his hand. "No. This is a recorder." My eyes grew big from what he said. A recorder?
"H-How do we play it?" I asked hysterically. This could be a lead. Freeda must have had a conversation with the vortan who killed her. "We have to hear what's inside that thing now. I think Freeda saved it on purpose." He nodded his head.
"This is from the wolverine's clam. We have to find that first to play this. That's the only way we can hear tha record in this."
I glanced around the room.
If she has that, then the wolverine's clam would be here too. I started to find clam on her shelves and drawers. "I found it!" I squeaked. He looks at me and to the red clam I'm holding. Damon nodded at me. I found the right thing.
He put the clam on the table and open it. I gave him the pearl recorder. He puts it in the middle of the clam and it started moving it shells like lips.
"What are you doing in here? I did what you wanted. It is not my fault that they can't be seperated!"
That's Feeda's voice. I looked at Damon in horror. We were right. She recorded her death.
"Please, spare me! I already did what you said," she begged. The sound of heavy footsteps and loud breathing is heard in the recording. "No! Please, give me one more chance. Don't kill me!"
"Kill Steve."
"W-What?"
"Kill your fake parsen."
"....."
"You can't?"
"T-That's not included in the plan. He has nothing to do with all this. Why do I have to kill him!"
"To show me your loyalty."
"N-No..."
The sound of clanking metals made my ears rang.
"I'd rather kill myself."
