Chapter13
#Chapter13
It was late in the afternoon when Ken reached the hell-house. He burst open the door, hoping that Allen would be tucked away in his casket and sleeping peacefully. There were no more deals to be made. Allen had to die, period. The thrill of the kill coursed through his veins as he inched closer to Allen’s room. He could tell he’d been in there. His scent lingered all through the house, becoming stronger as he walked down into the basement.
The casket was closed, as expected. With his eyes squinted and his fists ready, he lifted the casket. A mysterious powder flew into his face, erupting in his eyes. He wiped the dust away with his shirt, and he began to feel woozy as he looked down. His sight began to blur and his head began to spin, forcing him to grab the wall to steady himself. He had been drugged. His human side was now affected, making him vulnerable. He cursed, realizing his own stupid mistake. Allen was far too old to be played like this.