Smash & Burn

(Sebastian's pov)

"Julie, we need to meet up. NOW."

"Sebastian? What's wrong?"

"We can't speak over the phone, come find me."

I hung up before I could let her know how I got her number. I smirked, it was an accomplishment, tracking my ex-Mobius agent friend down. We haven't seen each other for about five years since we crippled the evil corporation Mobius except for occasional holidays.

Now however, Mobius has been built back up. They are everywhere, influencing elections worldwide and buying up water providers left and right. I was somewhat disappointed with the minimal effect that we had in our efforts five years ago. The global corporation simply liquidated part of its vast empire to repair and further build up other parts.

Lily was silent and observed the streets on the outside. I continued to drive until she said,

"You're expecting me to tell you what I saw? What was happening while I had the seizure?"

"You didn't black out?" I asked, but that was exactly what I was thinking.

She pulled her knees up to her chin as if she was cold.

"I saw Mom."

While driving I held the drawing to the sun. I snorted and set it back on the dash. My eyes were on the road but my mind was racking to find something from my memories that could identify our perp.

Another thing that is disturbing is the perp's access to my daughter. Is it something demonic? Or the fact that she was a CORE five years ago? Both? STEM and demonic seem to go hand in hand in my book.

It could be Mobius knocking on my door at last. They'd know everything about me and know just how to shake me up. While looking both ways at a stoplight I stole a glance at my daughter and frowned in worry. Just what is going on?

***

(Samuel Camilius' pov)

Less than a week later...

*

The sun was casting a blue haze into my home through the blinds as I woke to a sound. Again, I've been hearing it since that dream! Humming.

It won't leave me alone.

"Who's doing that?!"

I shot up from bed, my eyes nearly sunken in from lack of sleep. The humming stopped when I entered the hall. The shower kicked on in the guest restroom at the end of my dark hall. In spite, I flicked on the lights so it wasn't ominously lit.

As I got closer I could hear the humming over the running water. Reckless anger drove me to grope inside the bathroom for the light switch and barge inside. My rage died as I said,

"Would you just sh-shu..."

The girl's dead eyes made contact with mine. Her mouth had been cut into a permanent scar and healed over uglily, and a crown of thorns were on her head as she tried to stop the blood that was pouring from the shower with a broken umbrella. I was so shocked I didn't even register the simple white gown she was wearing. She cocked her head at me in curiosity while blood dripped from her black hair.

I screamed and backed out the door for a woman to be there to catch me. The woman stroked my hair familiarly, I sobbed,

"I just want to be left alone!"

"Shhh," the blonde who called herself Laura said, "why would we leave you to your loneliness? So that you smash and burn?"

"W-we?"

She smiled and propped me up, "Go downstairs and have some more water. That should help."

I sobbed, kicking water bottles as I walked, "I don't want anymore water."

"Aww," Laura stopped and teetered a moment with her hands behind her back. I was two or three steps ahead of her and my eyes met the blonde's provocative smile, "I know what you need," she undid her ponytail and shook out her hair, "sleep."

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked dumbfounded.

She giggled as she pressed herself into me and stunned me with a kiss. In between the parting of our lips she muttered, "After this, we'll see each other at STEM, maybe Beacon."

She guided me to the bed and I almost couldn't resist. As in, I couldn't fight if I wanted to. Then I closed my eyes as her tongue slipped down my throat.

However, it didn't stop...

The next second I felt like my innards were being sucked out. I opened my eyes to a gurgling, dark haired, six legged-or armed monster with long nails, spindly fingers and somehow no face. She shrieked as one hand crashed down onto my head, sprinkling the walls in my blood. Then another hand and another, causing me to numbly feel my skull in pieces, being held together by threads.

Then it gurgled,

"Smash and burn. Smash and BURN."

Then flames enveloped the room as I woke up screaming.

***

(Sebastian's pov)

I was going over a cases' files when my mobile rang.

"Castellanos, private detective," I said.

"Please," a familiar voice begged, "make the humming stooop!"

I scrunched my brows in bewilderment, "Hello? Who is this?!"

"Camilius," the voice barely managed, and I heard him mumbling 'make it stop' over and over. I kicked into overdrive, and said over his sobs, "I'm sending my partner now. Did you hear me? I'm sending help!"

He didn't acknowledge me so I put him on hold and called Kidman.

***

(Samuel's pov)

"Make. It. Stop." I sobbed before finally hanging up.

Then the voice giggled.

"Shut up!" I screamed, swatting the water bottles off my dining table, "J-JUST SHUT UP!"

The humming continued until the doorbell rang.