7 Chapter 3.2: Azel’s House

"I know you're dealing with a lot of shits, Azel. But I know we can do this together now. Pirates forever right?" —Chris

"Of course. Now get the chocolate or you'll be my breakfast"—Azel

Chris gasped as he wasn't expecting that one in a serious conversation.

"Just kidding, you dork" —Azel said and laughed as Chris slowly left the room with a soft smile.

"At least I made Azel laugh" —Chris whispered to himself.

Chris advanced forward and made his way through downstairs. "Nothing's changed, except the junks". He began to roam around as he had done in his childhood times. He used to be there everyday, like it was his own house and Azel was his older brother.

The living room had it's two sofas, a huge painting of a deer on the wall and a flat screen television lying next to the sliding door of the backyard. He walked towards the compartment below the t.v and noticed a small picture frame with an image of Mrs. Jane Price and a guy from Blackwell Academy. He knew Mrs. Jane had a boyfriend after Mr. Bradley Price's death. But what surprised him is with the fact that he's the head of security at Blackwell Academy, Mr. Dylan Madsen.

"Woah. Mrs. Jane should double check on him. He's an asshole" Chris mumbled.

He leisurely sat on the sofa and relaxed his mind for a bit. Memories of the past started to hit his head. He could hear voices; the sweet precious memories of him and Azel several years ago. Same place. Same people...

"What do you want to do when you grow up" —Chris's voice.

"Chris, I'm already a grown up. What about you?" —Azel's voice.

"Travel. That would be awesome. Explore the world. Go far from here....." —Chris's voice

"Far from me?! Thanks a lot dude" —Azel's voice.

"Dude, you would totally come with me. I need a bodyguard from our adventures!" —Chris's voice

"I would like to be a male version of Lara Croft, and that would be majorly cool" —Azel's voice

"Right. We would have planes and cars and boats for our instant escape. And no adults would tell us what to do!" —Chris's voice

"Count me in. So what are you gonna do while I was bodyguarding you?" —Azel's voice

"Maybe take pictures of our adventures. I would love to be a photographer. As if I ever could be....." —Chris's voice

"What are you talking about, Chris? You're a photographer. Your pictures could be in a museum. Yeah. Someday they will. I believe in you...." —Azel's voice.

Chris sighed, cutting off his daydreaming and headed towards the kitchen. He was about to get the chocolates from the refrigerator when he heard the telephone rang from the other room. As curiosity hit him so hard, he found himself walking upon the source of the beeping. Unfortunately for him, the other person dropped the call just before he could answer.

The small square room was dark and quiet. There is a wooden table on the side with a lamp on top of it, which is the only source of light.

"Woah. Now this is new" Chris said.

He walked towards the table and saw a desktop on top of it. He attempted to open it but it required a password. There were various mechanical tools and equipments all over. There is also a glass of wine beside the desktop. Alongside the table was a compartment where different pistols were hanging. As he observed, he had notice that one gun is missing on the rack. Above his head was a cupboard with no locks. He decided to open it as a folder with plenty of pictures dropped on the ground.

Chris was so startled that he accidentally hit the glass of wine with his left hand and it spilled over the photographs. What a lucky day Chris, he thought.

He glanced upon the pictures and what he saw was Blackwell students. Female students. Chris shifted his eyes through the cupboard again and saw a small television playing different views and angles from Blackwell Academy. As if it was directly connected and functioning according to the CCTV of the school.

"Now, I find this crazy as hell" He stated.

He began waving his right hand again as he time travelled 30 seconds backwards.

"Everything is cleaned up now" He said.

He left the room, grabbed their snacks and went upstairs as they spent the whole day in an awkward silence.