Walking Dreams
Cooped

in a room bright with fancy diamond lights, and the typical displays that Carlos loved, the man sat down with his legs crossed, looking at the person in front of him who was bending limp. Carla sat beside him with a deathly pale face.

" Charcoal..."

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Carla screamed in silence, she saw Alang leaning limply against the wall of the room that the girl had never seen, she wanted to run close to her but was too afraid to move, Carlos glanced at him for a moment then sucked his cigarette deep.

" Have I not warned to be kind, hmmm.."

Carlos looked into Carla's eyes deeply, playing the tip of the girl's hair with a terrifying smile.

" You have to explain all this!."

Carla's still quiet, since when did Carlos find out? though he has made sure there are no surveillance cameras anywhere when with Alang.

" Your eyes hint at how I can figure it out .."

Carlos got up from his seat, approached Alang who was still unconscious, casually he grabbed hard Alang hair until the boy's face looked up.

" Just judging from the shape of this jerk's face, he must be very handsome."

Carlos rubbed the blood covering the face of the invisible Alang, at which time everything became confusing, Carla did not understand how Alang could be unconscious in his spirit form. Carlos grabbed the stronger Alang hair, making the man frown, Carlos involuntarily made Alang wake up. Impatiently Carlos slammed Alang to fall.

Grimacing aching, he tried to open his eyes and find the room so glare, when everything became clear, he could see Carla sitting on the sofa with her head down.

" c-carla!"

Alang tried to raise her voice, Carla looked up, with a surprised face she ran and approached Alang.

" You realize you're alive! i-i thought you were.."

" I'm fine, this isn't my blood."

Alang grabbed Carla's shoulder and hugged the crying girl. Behind, Carlos grinned in disdain and clapped, he approached the two and pushed the rough Carla down, brought her face closer to Alang and pressed her jaw firmly.

" Hahahah!!! so. There's something interesting here. There's someone who likes my son.."

Although Carlos could not see how Alang's expression was aimed at him, Carlos knew the boy in front of him was looking at him full of anger.

" You should know you broke my party.."

Carlos got up and sat back down on the sofa, hinting to his guards to put Carla on the chair and tie her up.

" So..before the main event starts, I have to put my messy mood back on...."

With a sly smile Carlos took a whip, with the haughty Sitting he looked at Alang and ordered the bodyguards to bring it to him.

" Look carefully at what I'm going to do, Carla, this is called a lesson!"

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Jean and Erik went through the hallway after hallway with heart, watching every corner if anything suspicious happened, as much as possible they acted normally as if Jean was driving a guest of honor inside Carlos' house.

" You sure of the way?!"

Erik glanced to the right and to the left without turning his head, who was asked a serious nod behind him.

" Why did you stop all of a sudden?" jean was upset.

" I asked if the path was right?"

" I've answered it, yes! i'm certain. A reed can't get off the planned track unless someone forces it."

" This boy."

Erik said and continued his steps again.they were lucky because they had not met anyone since. The lights there are indeed a little dim, they also try not to be suspected on CCTV.

" why didn't Lean come?"

Jean just kept quiet, where might she ask the bucket-mouthed sister, moreover Aline now started to suspect her.

" You should be a little braver, you're two years different and she's older, what if someone asks to date her all the way to the wedding."

All righty!! this time Jean's face reddened as well as her ears, she regretted a question that hadn't even passed two minutes.

" Hush! we need to focus!!"

Quickly Jean switched the conversation with good reason, Erik no longer spoke and refocused his mind.

" Did you smell something?!"

Erik stopped his steps, holding Jean back abruptly, but this time Jean did not complain, he took a deep breath and realized something.

" It's blood!"

" Where are you from ? where did it come from?"

Both of them focused their eyes on the floor and found the blood dripping, it would not be too visible because the carpet of Carlos' house happened to be red. Jean took the map quickly, ascertaining whether it was related to the road that Alang had crossed.

" He's passing this way..."

Jean pointed her palm at a passageway.

" Have he saved himself?."

Jean asked worriedly, Erik was still researching the blood to make sure of something.

" No, he was taken away by someone. We have to follow him fast."

the two carefully followed the blood splattered while making sure no one was there.

" I wonder where the guards in this room went, isn't this too easy?"

Suddenly Jean stopped her steps, Feeling that something was strange from the mission this time, Carlos' supervision was somehow not too tight while Alang had been caught, he said, at that moment Erik realized something and held onto Jean's shoulder firmly, approached her ear and whispered.

" Don't call Will if it's not urgent! We need to get to Alang's place and you! you must reach your destination! gotcha!? my hunch is not good."

Jean nodded in understanding, the two sped up a step or rather ran, passage after passage they traced until they reached a large door with a guard standing in front of him.

The two calmly approached the man, clearly the look on his face showed dislike.

" Excuse me sir, it looks like you're going the wrong way."

" I don't think so, Carlos invited me ."

Erik said calmly as he glanced at Jean.

" Right, I myself was asked to deliver."

The man frowned at Jean's explanation which was seen as one of Carlos' servants.

" I'll ask you first."

The man turned around to open the door, but Erik quickly hit his nape firmly until he fell down. Both of them were silent for a while and watched him, but he suddenly rose up full of anger.

" Hurry in, I'll hold it!"

Jean opens the door quickly, and finds another passageway she believes Alang once told her, a room full of horrific displays.

Jean follows the drops of blood and sees them ending up at a door that is clearly not Carlos's room door.

" What should I do.."

Jean clasped her ears at the door, and listening to a scream and a loud crash, there was a noise in the room.