Assassin Intruder

"It's already midnight! No wonder I couldn't hear the deafening sound of music from upstairs," Cloey fell onto her bed.

The poster from the other day came into her mind. Her heart started to race a bit, feeling excited. She rested her head on her arm while thinking about what to do.

She felt overwhelmed, wanting to do all the arrangements right away.

"Gosh, I've been too engrossed in reading the novel!" she started whining to herself again, realising that it was too late to practically do anything but her hands simply wouldn't give in. She reached out and grabbed her phone on the dressing table.

She scrolled down until she found the person's name, whom she wanted to ping.

Cloey: 'Hey Laven, come to Little Book

Hut tomorrow. We will be waiting

for you yeah'

After waiting a few minutes for her message to be replied, she gave up and was about to put it aside when her phone suddenly vibrated.

Laven: 'Hey.....Perfect timing!!!!!!!'

Cloey clicked her tongue, ready to reply.

Cloey: 'Sorry sis, can't help it. I'm

too excited for the meet-up

and too lazy to wait'

Laven: 'Ms. Cloey, may I know

why?

Cloey: 'No'

Laven: '.....'

Cloey: 'It's a surprise!'

Laven: 'What makes you think I'll come

tomorrow?'

Cloey: 'Mrs. Laven. You better not think about

doing something silly!'

Laven: 'Mrs.?!'

Cloey: 'Hahaha'

Laven: 'It's Madam'

Cloey: 'Keep on daydreaming'

Laven: 'Why'

Cloey: 'I don't know'

Laven: 'I've an appointment at the spa

tomorrow, wanna join?'

Cloey: 'Do you have a death wish? Well, I'm

coming to get you!'

Laven: 'Ok, ok. I'll come.'

Cloey giggled. Her phone buzzed again.

Laven: 'I better call the cops and ambulance

for backup tomorrow'

Cloey: 'Don't worry, Danial will save you'

Laven: '?!'

Cloey: 'Until tomorrow'

Laven: '!!!'

In one of the rooms in the triple story mansion on the hill top, Laven laughed to himself while reading Cloey's message. 'She's definitely gone mad!' he thought. His towel was hung on his shoulder, water dripping from his wet hair. He had just finished bathing after conducting a simple Science experiment, just for fun, before his phone buzzed. While patting his hair dry, he wondered, "I wonder how they'll react if they get to know my 'real identity'?"

"Young man, it's past midnight and your room's light is still ON!" aunt Shelly shouted from downstairs. Her voice was really high pitched. "My hair's wet. Will sleep after drying it. Sleeping with wet hair ain't gonna be good for this adorable nephew of yours!' Laven replied, loud enough for her to hear him.

No reply was heard. Probably, she was busy with business stuff, the stuff which Laven never bothered about.

Hours passed by. The digital clock showed 4.00 a.m.

Laven was still awake, reading an interesting latest news article.

' A boy from Sherewoods went missing. After investigation, it was figured that the fifteen year old went missing somewhere around 5.00 to 6.30 p.m. Police are conducting further investigations as there weren't any trails left behind, finding the suspect seems impossible so far. The victim is a student from Lambwell High School, named Peter De Alfonso....'

"Peter?!" his eyes almost popped out. It was the boy who always loved joking around.

He immediately shared the astonishing news with his friends, Cloey, Emma and Danial. But it showed a single tick, probably they have already dozed off.

"How?"

"Young man, what are youuu doing?" Aunt Shelly barged in. Laven almost dropped his phone. "Um...I was looking for my phone. It disappeared and suddenly, I found it in front of me after you came in. You bring luck, aunt y. That's why our business is still woohoo!" Laven tried his best to cool his aunt down, though he knew that it was quite horrible.

"You need at least 8 hours of sleep. I'll make you pancakes with blueberry toppings for breakfast if you go to bed now," his aunt said calmly with a grin.

"It's already 12.30," his aunt continued.

Laven immediately put his phone away and tucked himself in bed. He tried to hide a smile that he couldn't suppress, looks like Aunt Shelly didn't check the time yet. She was probably too busy to notice time fly by.

"Now that's a good boy."

The next day was a mess. After eating the delicious breakfast his aunt prepared, the teen fell asleep again. He rolled on his bed, a reflex action from his dream that caused him to fall off it.

"Aaargh!" Laven lifted himself up, still sleepy.

He threw himself on bed again.

His phone started ringing. He thought it was the digital alarm and slammed it with his right hand, unaware of what he had actually done.

"Yee-how! WHAT IS MADAM UP TO!!!" Emma screamed through the phone causing Laven to get startled.

"They seriously have no other work to do?!" Laven was disturbed.

He mumbled, a bit too loud.

"Wooow, I can hear your father's voice, or brother, I guess."

Her statement made him cover his mouth, freaked out.

"Anyways, don't forget to come today, 3.30! There's still time left. And about the Peter case, we can talk about it later. I got shocked, just try to imagine my parents' reaction!" she sounded a bit nervous.

"See you later gurlll..." Emma ended the call.

She knew Laven wouldn't speak, the whole class knew that.

"My father isn't here," Laven quietly mumbled to himself.

He had already informed his aunt about the meet-up while eating breakfast. So, there was nothing to worry about.

Unable to stand the weight of his eyelids, he dozed off, again.

At Little Book Hut, Emma arrived first. She immediately grabbed the spot by the window. The view outside was nice. Cloey arrived minutes later.

"It's 3.35 already! You're late!!!" Emma put on a sulking face. "Please don't get mad at me," Cloey showed her cute face.

Emma laughed.

"Where's Laven & Danial?" Cloey questioned. Looks like she wasn't the only one to be late.

Cloey calmly sat down beside Emma and started texting.

Cloey: 'Where are you?'

Danial: 'At home'

Cloey: '!'

Danial: '?'

Cloey: 'You made a deal to treat us at Little Book Hut'

Danial: 'Yessss.....'

Cloey: 'We're already here. Where are you?'

Danial: 'I didn't tell when yet!!!'

Then, realization struck Cloey.

'BUSTED!' she screamed in her mind.

Cloey was too excited yesterday, she forgot to inform Danial that she had told the others to meet up at Little Book Hut.

Cloey: 'I beg you... Please help me!'

Danial: 'Fine, I'll be there in a few minutes'

Cloey sighed in relief, only to get worried again when her phone vibrated.

Danial: 'I don't know where Little Book Hut is'

Cloey: 'I'm coming'

She had no other choice. She knew where his house was, so there wouldn't be a problem. Plus, it was only a few minutes away from there.

She texted again.

Cloey: 'With a scythe'

Danial: 'I'm prepared'

.

"Laven..." Laven heard someone calling his name. "LAVEN!!!" the bang on the door made it sound like it was going to be knocked down anytime. However, he was too busy applying make up, he couldn't give a proper reply.

" One minute!" he exclaimed through a muffled voice. It sounded like 'Oah no!'.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice shouting to open the door immediately. Panic was evident. It was Aunt Shelly, but the sound seemed like it was coming from downstairs.

It was certainly not from outside the door.

Laven's heart skipped a beat.

"Then, who's outside the door?" Laven asked himself. Earlier, he didn't pay much attention to the tone of the voice, but he knew that it couldn't be Aunt Shelly. Her voice sounded like it was far, but the intonation made Laven worry.

"Gosh, I'm already late!" Laven grumbled.

He turned around, getting ready to stand while reaching for his shirt on the bed. He had to wear the shirt before fixing his wig on.

BANG!!!

The door was slammed open to reveal a man with his hood on.

Laven let out a loud scream full of terror.

The man held a knife in one hand and a hammer in the other.

'God, I'm dead!'