It was a cold Friday evening in Beethoven city and while other families sat around the dinner table, eating very delicious meals and enjoying each other’s company, the same could not be said about the Prescott family.Instead of the dining room, they were all in the living room, having an important meeting and everyone’s focus was on the matriarch of the family, Lady Elizabeth Prescott. Though she was sixty-four years old, her beauty was still ever present, transcending from a youthful allure to the regal elegance that came with age.Lady Elizabeth sat gracefully in her opulent white and gold leather chair, with impressive designs that made it look almost like a throne, and in her presence were children and grandchildren,“Grandmother, these are the records of profits we’ve made this year and if you take a look at these other documents, you’ll see our expected profit margins for the next five years.” Said Austin Prescott, Lady Elizabeth’s first grandson, as he gave her two files.The
“Jeremiah, what’s wrong?!” Michele Steel, Jeremiah’s mother, asked as she got to her son’s side.She gasped, her expression turning grim after noticing the blood stains on the back of his neck and shirt collar.“What happened to you, son? How did you get injured so badly?” Michele asked, then accidentally kicked the remote on the ground.She wondered what the tip of her foot had just hit, only for her to look down and see the bloody remote. “Jeremiah, is this what injured you? How?” Michelle asked as she went down and picked the remote.She was smart enough to know that a remote like that could only injure Jeremiah the way it did if it was thrown at him, so by sneaking glances at the rest of the family, she wondered who had done it.Immediately, Lady Elizabeth said with an emotionless voice “I did it. I threw the remote at your useless son, so now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”The moment she heard the confession, Michelle froze. Her entire being became fearful. H
They couldn’t believe what they had just heard. Did Gwen seriously just say that she had killed someone while driving? “Where did it happen?!” Lady Elizabeth asked hurriedly. “Not too far from here. About seven minutes from the gate”, Gwen replied, pointing in the direction of the street that the body would be on.“And did you check to see if the person was actually dead or not? Sometimes you can hit something and it’ll still be alive.”Gwen’s eyes widened.“Oh my god. I made a mistake and didn’t check, grandma. What if he is alive and is in so much pain and agony because of what I did? I can’t believe I messed up so badly” Gwen cried even more, realizing the massive error she had made.Lady Elizabeth quickly consoled her.“It’s not your fault, my darling. Something like this has never happened to you before, so it’s expected that you will make a mistake. Everything will be fine, so clean your tears” Lady Elizabeth helped wipe Gwen’s tears from her eyes.“Okay, Grandma, I’ll be stro
“What?!” Jeremiah exclaimed, utterly shocked by the statement. Everyone looked at Jeremiah and they didn’t say anything. They were okay with using him for the task.“Come here, boy!” Lady Elizabeth instructed, and Jeremiah’s eyes blinked rapidly. He was being forced to involve himself in the situation, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He hesitated to move and then noticed that his mother was also holding him. She didn’t want her son to join the cover-up for murder. Lady Elizabeth looked at Michelle who was trying to prevent Jeremiah from moving and she frowned.“Hey witch, what did I tell you about interfering in my affairs?!” Michelle gulped.“You told me not to, Lady Elizabeth” she replied.“Then what do you think you’re doing—?!” The sirens got louder.“I don’t have time for you at the moment, but don’t make the mistake of thinking that your actions will go unpunished. Now, you have one second to let go of that bastard, and he has less than three seconds to come here o
Hearing the voice, Jeremiah’s eyes widened.He had been so enthralled in the chaos of what he was doing that the loud noise of the car’s engine had drowned the sound of the police cars driving towards and surrounding him.They had turned off their sirens and headlights to make sure he didn’t see them coming, and now he had nowhere to go. “The police? What are the police doing here?! I thought grandmother was handling the situation—” Jeremiah panicked but was interrupted.“This is your final warning! Turn off the engine and come out with your hands up. Refuse and we’ll be forced to use deadly force”, Officer Prince warned.Immediately, Jeremiah turned off the engine.“Good. Now, come out with your hands up and do it slowly. Any strange movement and we might be forced to put you down—““Alright, I’ve heard you! I’m coming out!” Jeremiah yelled, then took his hands out of the car first.“As you can see, my hands are empty and outside the car. I am coming out too, so please don’t shoot”
Jeremiah picked himself up and then returned to sitting on the welded steel bench inside the holding cell. One by one, Jeremiah watched the other detainees get their bail paid and leave their holding cells and each time, the fear in his heart grew because he knew what was installed for him at the end of the night.He wasn’t going to be bailed out and would be sent to prison to rot and, because of the severity of the crime he was being framed for committing, he would have an instant target on his back. More time passed and something switched. Instead of fear, what grew in Jeremiah’s heart became hatred for the entire Prescott family members. The only one spared was his mother.They had committed the crime and also framed him for it and all he could think of was getting revenge on every single one of them. If the opportunity ever presented itself, then he was going to take it with full force and not look back. Finally, the police station closed and Jeremiah, being the only detainee
The man got closer really fast and started to aggressively wear Jeremiah his shirt. Even though Jeremiah tried to fight him, the man’s chaotic strength was just too much. Within seconds, he was able to wear Jeremiah his shirt.Jeremiah was very confused. Why did his new cellmate just switch their shirts? He wondered but wasn’t given the time to think more about it because the man hurriedly grabbed his hands and started chanting something.“Hey, let go!” Jeremiah yelled as he tried pulling his hands free, but was shocked to realize that his hands wouldn’t budge. He tried pulling his hand free some more, but still nothing. Something that was beyond the cellmate’s grip strength was keeping both his and the man’s hands together, but Jeremiah had no idea what that was.Panicking, Jeremiah looked at the cell door where he could still hear the strange type of knocking. He grimaced after realizing that it wasn’t just regular knocking but rather sounded like a form of code.However, he didn’
“Wake up” echoed an eerie voice at the back of Jeremiah’s mind.“Huh? Who said that?!” Jeremiah asked internally, feeling like he was surrounded by multiple entities.“Food. We can sense delicious food and it is so close. Our hunger rises, now WAKE UP AND FEED US!”Jeremiah gasped, panting as he regained consciousness and opened his eyes.‘What was that? What was that voice and presence I just—?’ He thought but paused when he realized something.“Wait. Why is everywhere so dark?” He asked himself, then grimaced because he felt something covering his head.“What’s this on my head? Wait, is this why everywhere appears so dark?” Jeremiah tried to take the sack off his head, but to his surprise, his arms were cuffed behind his back, so he couldn’t move them. “Looks like I’m still handcuffed, but why?” He asked himself, wondering why he was still handcuffed when he had already been taken to his cell and had been released from his cuffs.He also realized that he was sitting on the floor.“