The Slash Of Truth: The Whispers From Under The Bed

Your daughter has escaped… Im doing all I can to guide her… But… Shasha will find her… And when he does… He will punish her… I’m doing my best to miss guide him… But even then… He knows we are here… Look where It all started… Where you first met Shasha… Only then does the riddles make sense… I’ll be waiting… I can guide you to your daughter… Just… Be quick… Shasha Is ruthless… He will kill her In the most brutal way… then he will move on to his next victim… So… hurry up and wake up… Read the book of artefacts and find a way to end this madness…

Slowly, Arctic opened his eyes in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as his whole body was drenched in sweat, warmth wrapping his body under the blanket. What’s going on? Where is he? Why is it so dark? He didn’t move however as he felt someone next to him, snoring gently, feeling inhales and exhales on his neck, a warm hand against his chest. There was only one person that could be. He went to move to wake her up but, suddenly felt wires tugging on the machine next to him with an HIV bag hung close with blood inside. Only then did his memories of what happened come to him.

The agonising pain of hanging by the hilt of a blade, waiting to die as blood slowly spilled, listening to what he was going to do to Cherry. That was true torture for him. Then he was saved by Detective Sweetpea, and the last moment he remembered was when she finally found the way out, fading into the void of unconsciousness moments later. What had happened? How long has he been out? Have they finally found Cherry? Arctic hoped that was the case.

Shuffling and soft groans came from Helly as she got closer, her leg coming in between his two in an attempt to collect more of his warmth. Arctic couldn’t see her thanks to the switched-off lights and closed curtains, it was pitch black but, a yawn and a sniff from her told him that she was at least half asleep.

“Are you awake?” Helly said in a sleepy, small voice, a hint a sadness in her tone. Arctic smiled at hearing her voice, his heart fluttering as he thought he wouldn’t hear from her again. She gasped in shock when Arctic wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

“Yeah, I’m up.” Arctic said in a raspy voice, feeling a bit of pain when he spoke. Helly quickly leaned up and flipped the room lamp beside her side of the bed, looking down to see Arctic’s amazing grey eyes looking back up at her, a tired smile on his face. Helly’s heart raced as she felt overwhelmed with relief and joy. She wasn’t expecting him to be awake but she hoped he would, that’s why she asked. Before Arctic could say another word, Helly came crashing down on him, muffling her whimpers and hiding her tears in the pillow beside his head, wrapping him in a hug that she so desperately needed. Arctic didn’t waste a second as he spoke as softly as a sore throat could get, singing sweetness in her ear as he stroked her hair softly, kissing her head for comfort.

Eventually, she pushed herself up as she straddled him, whipping her tears away. “I’m so happy you're awake, Arcty. For some time now, I thought you were never going to wake up. You had lost so much blood, I thought—I thought you had just—”

“Shhh~” Arctic hushed, pressing his finger against her quivering lip. “It’s okay. I’m awake, I’m alive, I’m okay.” He said, holding her head as he wiped her tears away with his thumb, making Helly lean into his hand, happy to feel his touch once again. Calming down significantly, she looked down with a smile.

“You’re a real piece of work you know that, don’t make me worry about you ever again.” She said, slowly bringing her face down to meet his lips in a long passionate kiss that Helly has been waiting for. They separated for a moment but, just a moment to get air until they went back to kissing, feeling her naked frame on his hands exploded her body with need. After a few minutes of kissing, Helly just fell on top of him, humming with satisfaction. This is what she needed, this moment of embracing him just like this was the missing piece of her puzzle, the only time she could relax like this. She missed this and it only had been a couple of hours.

“Sorry for making you worry but, I have to get up. I need to keep looking.” Arctic said, lifting Helly up with him. Helly could only chuckle at that, she knew he would say something along them words.

“You need to rest, hun. Recover your strength, and let the detectives do what they do best, I’ll be here with you, to satisfy your every need.” She whispered in his ear, using her body to push him back down on the bed but, Arctic didn’t budge, instead, he pushed her backwards with a kiss, Helly being under him. Arctic broke the kiss and looked down at her dumbfound features.

“As much as that sounds tempting, I can’t rest knowing Cherry is with a madman. I can’t rest, not now.” He said, getting up with determination, the heart monitor flat-lining as the wires were ripped off his body, not finding a pulse. The first thing he did was feel his chin, feeling a bandage wrapped around his chin to his head, Cotton underneath the bandage to put pressure on the wound. The inside of his mouth felt weird, it felt like his low gum was being stretched, the wound being pulled together. Stitches? Has to be.

“Be careful, okay?” Helly murmured, pressing her naked breast and body against his back and wrapping arms around him. “I know there is nothing I can say to stop you so, to make sure you are safe, I’ll be coming with you. I want to help.”

“But, Helly, it is—”

“I know it’s dangerous but, I won’t sit by and watch as you get yourself killed, you idiot. Do you have any idea how I felt as I watched you being carried away, fighting for your life? I won’t let that happen again, over my dead body, do you hear me?” She said, feeling her body shake from the thought of him dying. It made her sick to her stomach.

“Babe, please don’t make this difficult. I don’t want to put you in danger, please just—stay safe. Let me and the detectives handle this.” Arctic pleaded, turning in Helly’s grasp until they were face to face.

“Nope, not happening. I’ve stayed safe for way too long. It’s time for me to step in.” Helly interjected, pressing her forehead against his.

“Helly, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up, Arctic. Your wasting your breath, I’ve made my mind up and there is nothing you can do it stop it.” Helly quickly said, making it clear that there is nothing he could do to change her mind on the subject. Arctic huffed and closed his eyes.

“Fine but, you don’t do anything unless I say, you stick to me everywhere I go and when things get out of hand, you run. Do all that and I’ll let you help.” Arctic said, looking deep into her eyes, eyes that held determination and courage.

“Okay.”

When Arctic got washed and changed, and for Helly to get into clothing, they both stepped out of the room together. The first person that saw Arctic up and ready was Detective Sweetpea, the first thing she did when he saw him was run up and she wasn’t shy to hug him in front of Helly, let’s just say Helly wasn’t happy with the sudden show of affection. The hug didn’t last long thankfully as the earthling let go of him, a smile on her face.

“I’m glad you are okay, big man. I thought we lost you for a minute there. You are one tough cookie.” Sweetpea said, nudging hum with her elbow.

“Aye but, I wouldn’t have made it out alive without you, you saved my life.” Arctic replied, nudging his elbow playfully. “Thanks for that.”

“Pfft, no worries, I wasn’t going to leave a friend behind.” She waved off. “Just consider my debt paid for you saving my life.”

“We are both equal then.” Arctic said, holding out his hand which she met in reply. Arctic was starting to like the detective.

“Okay, I know you two are having a moment but, now is not the time.” Helly butted in, a look of envy on her face.

“Helly is right. We can’t waste another second sitting around like this, besides… Shepard wants to have a meeting with everyone in the living room as soon as Dime and Clutch get home.” Sweetpea said with all seriousness, turning to walk the opposite way of where she was walking when she saw Helly and Arctic. “For now though, I wanted to check out the library again, that place doesn’t sit right with me, there has to be more to that area than books, another secret passageway or something.”

“What about Cherry’s room? Did you find anything there? Another passageway?” Asked Arctic, quickly following up behind her. She shook her head with annoyance.

“No, we thought the same thing when we discovered the hidden room, we looked everywhere but, we couldn’t find anything.” Sweetpea answered, sighing as questions ran wild in her mind. She wished she had more answers than questions.

“Then how the hell did Cherry just disappear like that?” Helly questioned with irritation, the mystery of her daughter’s disappearance greatly frustrating the worried mother.

“I think it was his abnormal ability to faze through walls and floors that took her, maybe that ability could be used to take others with him. It sounds far-fetched but, it's the best I got. Honestly, I’m just guessing at this point, this whole thing is one big riddle.” Sweetpea theorised, the answer making sense to Arctic. Then the voice in the back of his mind spike to him.

Solve the riddles… It will lead you to her~

“Listen, I’ll meet you two at the library, there is something I have to get.” Arctic stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide in realisation as he turned back around and ran back down the hallway, leaving the two girls confused.

Arctic chewed himself out for not realising it sooner. The answer is in the riddles, to find Tangerine’s secrets, to find where Cherry truly is. That ghost has been telling him this whole time, why didn’t he listen the first time? When Arctic slowed down to open the door, the first thing he noticed was the open book of his diary and seeing handwriting that didn’t belong to him.

Your daughter has escaped… I'm doing all I can to guide her… But… Shasha will find her… And when he does… He will punish her… I’m doing my best to miss guide him… But even then… He knows we are here… Look where It all started… Where you first met Shasha… Only then do the riddles make sense… I’ll be waiting… I can guide you to your daughter… Just… Be quick… Shasha Is ruthless… He will kill her In the most brutal way… then he will move on to his next victim… So… hurry up and wake up… Read the book of artefacts and find a way to end this madness…

Arctic had mixed reactions to this sudden news. He was thankful that Cherry was okay and that ghostly boy was looking over her but, he was worried about the idea of Shasha finding wherever she is. Look where it all started, where you first met Shasha? That would be in the library, where he almost die. Is that where he should start? Yes… That’s right. Is that the last missing piece of the puzzle? The library? It has to be. Now that he looked at it, the riddles were literally leading him to the library.

Bookkeeper…

Silence…

O…

Education…

Clock…

$9.54…

6…

Although the numbers are a bit odd seeing them for the first time, and the third riddle is a bit off, he was sure that it would all make sense when he got to the library. It had to, he said so. Before Arctic could rush back with the riddles, the room suddenly turned cold and the air heavy once again. This feeling… He felt this when he first met that mangled boy and Shasha. He turned slowly, hoping to see the little kid instead of his attacker. As much as the blood poured out from under the bed and the mangled corpse of that boy came crawling out, the death filling the air, Arctic huffed with relief.

“Time is running out… There is no time for mistakes~…” The ghostly figure of the boy said, alarm in his tone as he pulled out the book of artefacts. “He’s recovering fast and when he seesthat your daughter is missing... He will find her… Take the book and read~…”

Of course, the books of artiefacts... He needed to research this Shasha and his artefact, that’s exactly what he needs. When he stepped closer, the boy shied away back under the bed, saying his last words

“Hurry~…” And just like that, the blood was gone and the chilly air went back to normal but, Arctic didn’t waver to pick up and walk away. The boy was right, Arctic needed to hurry before it is too late. So with that, he opened the book and started to read the last page of the book. What he read was interesting and yet, terrifying. Tangerine had noted down every anomaly and affects it had.

From evidence and stories for the Habra Village, The Cursed Sword Of Shasha is a sentient being that actively corrupts the welder and his/her goals. Often functionally a character in its own right and channels its negative personality, blending it with the welders.

It is subtle but, I managed to see the effects and differences on the subject on 1 day-to-day basis, I would know, the subject is my best friend. He picked up the cursed sword before I could warn him.

Subject 1 said when he first held the sword, his hand went below normal temperature, feeling a painful numbness that slowly raised up to his arm. Although he wanted to let go, his body wouldn’t allow it or the curse wouldn’t allow it. He was cold to the touch as he complained of a pins and needles sensation pricking his limbs, chest and torso as if all the blood was replaced by the curse but, he still has full control of his movement. This may be an effect in the short term but, I’m worried about the long-term situation.

27/8/1888

Subject 1 felt nauseous, high temperature, and complained about his stomach churning, throwing up every hour or so in response to the sudden illness. Fever? Gastroenteritis? Stomach Flu? Either way, it has to be from the cursed sword. Also, I’ve been seeing things that don't add up with the Subject’s usual routine and habits.

Paranoia, looking over his shoulder, flinching away from thin air. The subject isn’t telling me anything, he’d rather walk away or change the subject. Is he seeing Shasha? The curse?

4/9/1888.

The subject has been witnessing blackouts frequently, falling to the ground and shaking violently after minutes. Physically he’s out of control, mentally the subject is suffering. Waking up at night screaming and drenched in sweat, mumbling something about dying. The subject wouldn’t tell me anything about the nightmare. He is being distant from his friends and family, the conversations are short, and his body language is negative. The complete opposite of what Subject 1 is. Is his personality starting to change? Or is it already too late? It’s too early to tell.

13/9/1888.

The Subject has become violent and aggressive to his daughter, getting irritated over small things and overreacting. This isn’t like the Subject at all, I know he has anger issues at the time but, not on the same level to strike his own daughter, not that hard. When that happened, I couldn’t help but notice his whole eyes seem to change from his olive colour to jet black, is this curse getting a hold of him?

15/9/1888.

The Subject’s wife is dead, found on her bed, with her own blood, stabbed a dozen times in the stomach. Even worse, the Subject and his daughter are missing with the cursed sword gone too. With everything I heard and witnessed about the Subject's behaviour in these recent weeks, I believe with certainty it was the Subjects doing. His aggressive impulses, his violent tendencies and that look of untameable rage. I hate to say it but, the curse has taken my best friend away from me. Could I have done more to help him? To slow down this change? I have to stop him, but how? I don’t know how but, I will find a way, there is always a weakness to curses, I just have to find it.

16/9/1888.

The Subject has been found but, not alive unfortunately. He was found dead in an abandoned building, the sword impaled through his stomach and out his back. His daughter was thankfully alive but very distressed as she witnessed everything that happened. She told me everything.

The subject was muttering to himself, speaking to someone that isn’t actually there. Mutterings turned to talking, then talking turned to shouting as his sanity took over. He was begging for mercy as he had the sword in his hand, breathing heavily as his sword arm started to shake. The next thing, a voice not his own started to speak from the Subject’s mouth, a deep, owning tone that must have belonged to the curse.

‘Let yourself go.’

It would say and for a moment, he did. With the curse speaking in his ear, the Subject almost struck his daughter but, at the last second stopped. The Subject’s other arm stopped the curse as he held it back. The next second, the cursed killed the Subject and itself? No, the curse is not gone yet. If the cursed killed its host without hesitation, would that mean…

The sword is gone, someone has taken it. Does that mean someone else has the curse? No… this is bad, very bad.

27/10/1888.

I haven’t given up, my anger and fury won’t let me. What that curse did to my friend is unacceptable. I will end this curse and its rampage if it’s the last thing I do. Reports of missing children are everywhere, only to find them dead mangled and torn to pieces. I’ve learned an awful lot about this curse over the months and so. I’ve learned that it can’t die or perish, it can only be trapped. I destroyed the sword, thinking it would kill the curse but, it only transferred itself into another suitable object, a weapon of sorts. The only thing I can do is bury it and hope it never gets dug up by anyone that’s unfortunate to bypass it.

I know curses, I have witnessed many on my adventures with and without my mentor. I can definitively say that this curse is feeding off the fear of its victims, killing them only when they are in despair to get the most out of its victim. Young adults and children being the curse’s easy targets, it’s rare for the curse to go for adults unless they have some form of PTSD or are mentally unstable and weak.

There is a lot more I need to learn but, with the knowledge of what I already know, I’m confident that I can beat Shasha and stop this madness.

1/11/1888.

It’s over but, a sacrifice has been made in doing so. My family is dead, burnt to the ground with my home. I know who did it, I know why they did it. The curse knows that I’m a threat now, he will — and has destroyed me but, for the wrong reasons. I killed one of them that did it with his own blade. That was a mistake. The weapon I used to kill the man was the curse, Shasha has tricked me. He won. I can feel the numbness, the voice in my head, no… this isn’t a curse. I was wrong… So wrong. I thought I knew, turns out I didn’t have a clue what I was getting myself into. Shasha isn’t a curse, it’s a demon.

There is nothing I can do but wait now to be manipulated, and taken over by this demon. No… I’ve decided to end this now, for my best friend, for my wife, for my kids, for myself. I know I’ve said suicide isn’t the way but, in my case, it’s the only way to shove the demon back into this blade and hopefully keep it hidden from this world as this house burns to the ground.

Arctic was disturbed by what he was reading. Manipulation, demons, voices? Someone in this mansion has a demon inside them, being manipulated as it whispers in the host’s ear. Tangerine was a victim of this manipulation. Did he really kill himself with the cursed blade to trap it? Where is his body? Even worse, who has the demon within them now? So many questions and yet, no answers but, this is massive in turns of knowing how to stop Shasha temporarily. As Tangerine said, he couldn’t kill it, only trap it and hide it away. The knife… The missing kitchen knife that we have. Is that the cursed blade? How? Was the blade that Tangerine killed himself with destroyed? Or… Could the demon transfer himself regardless if the blade was destroyed? So many questions, it was starting to hurt Arctic’s head. He did know however that he is one step closer to finding Cherry and he was only going to get closer when he finds where she actually is. Not only that, he knew how to defeat the demon, and he had the tools to do so but, could he bring himself to kill someone innocent to bring an end to Shasha’s killing? He didn’t know, Arctic would have to try though, for his daughter’s sake.

When he reached the library, he noticed that Helly and Sweetpea weren’t by the library door. Had they gone in? Suddenly, a buzzing rang out in his pocket, letting him know of a message being sent. Pulling out his phone, there was a message sent by Helly.

Come to the living room, it’s important.😘

Living room? What could be more important than finding their daughter? Was it about the meeting? Does that mean Dime and Clutch are back? Does this mean that Shepard knows who it is? Arctic didn’t like wasting precious seconds and he couldn’t afford to waste them. Finding Cherry is the most important thing at the moment, Helly can inform him about it later.

Helly perked up at the sound of her phone buzzing on the arm of the chair she was sitting on, knocked out of the boredom she was in of the silence in the room. She picked it up and seen the message that was sent by Arctic.

Don’t wait for me, just tell me everything that happens when it’s done, plz babe.

Helly growl at his message. They were supposed to be find Cherry together, not leaving her behind to see what Shepard wanted.

This better be important…

“Is everything okay, Helly?” Dime asked, concerned for her new friend as Helly sighed.

“I’m fine, it’s just that Arctic isn’t coming. He’s just got back from a serious injury and he is still working his ass off trying to find Cherry. I wish he could take it easy and let someone else take charge for once, not to mention that the guy that nearly killed him is still out there. He’s the smartest person I know but, he’s also the dumbest at times.” Helly huffed.

“Stupid indeed but, you have to admire his dedication and courage to get his daughter back. Not many men out there would do that, especially while coming back from almost being killed.” Clutched added, holding a glass of wine in his hand, smelling the flavour as he spun the liquid around.

“Aye, he is one tough cookie I’ll give him that, but he is also an idiot. Can’t believe he’s up and at it already. He needs to rest.” Detective Sweetpea said, laying back with her head resting on the arm of the couch and her legs resting on Shepard’s lap.

“If Arctic isn’t coming, I think I should start explaining my reasoning for this little meeting.” Detective Shepard murmured, his eyes downcast and a frown stitched to his face. Helly hasn’t seen Shepard look so tired in her life. What happened to him?

“What about Fenton? Shouldn’t he be here?” Dime asked, she hasn’t seen him all day.

“I think it’s best if he doesn’t.” Shepard said ominously, making everyone nervous as they sat still in silence, waiting for the detective to start talking. Helly watched as Shepard clenched his jaw a few times, biting the inside of his cheek with a conflicted look on his face. What’s going on? Why is he so pale? “As you all know, Helly’s and Arctic’s daughter was taken mysteriously a few nights ago. The truth is, I had a feeling of who was behind the capture of Cherry this whole time but, I had to make sure that I was right.” Shepard paused again, suspense in the air as they all clung to every word of what the Detective was saying. Suddenly, he looked up and over to Helly with a serious look. Why had the attention swerved to her?

“I must apologise to you and Arctic in particular. That night when your daughter was taken, I told you we had found nothing which was incorrect. I did find something which could have found the person a lot sooner than intended.” The detective announced, making Helly raise a brow. What is he talking about? Helly watched as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small plastic back that made everyone but, Sweetpea and Shepard’s eyes widened. It was a cut, a bundle of white hair. Clutch’s white hair. Helly’s blood started to boil as she snapped her neck towards Clutch, standing up with her fist clenched.

“You.” Helly said lowly, her whole body tense as she walked over. Seeing this course of action, Sweetpea swiftly got up and blocked the path of Helly.

“Calm down, Helly! Let’s not do anything stupid.” Sweetpea said but Helly didn’t listen, she was busy burning a hole through the guilty-looking Clutch.

“What! No. that’s impossible! How could it be me! I was in my room! Ask my wife!” Clutch Said with panic, looking around at the group that stared at him with judging eyes. “Dime, hunny. Please tell them it wasn’t me!” He looks over to his wife, sweat dripping from his head. However, Dime was in shock as all she could do was stare at her beloved in a different light now that she thought about it. When the screaming woke Dime up, Clutch wasn’t in the room. “Dime… Say something! I didn’t do it, right…? Right?”

“That’s enough! Clutch, calm down and start talking! Explain yourself.” Shepard said, trying to calm the room down, hoping that his brother could enlighten him on his side of the story, hoping that the chunk of hair could be explained and all this was one big, freak coincidence.

“Look, I have no idea how a bit of my hair was in that room. Maybe it’s an old strand of hair when I was looking for my son, it could have been anything. All I remember is hearing screaming when I was in the bathroom and I came out to see a crowd at the bedroom, that’s all I know. I’m not the one who took her, I would never do that.” Clutch explained, looking around at the faces, trying to get his side of the story across but, it fell on deaf ears as they all looked with scrutiny.

“You just said that you were in the room with Dime! Now you're in the bathroom! Get real you bastard! Where is my daughter!” Helly barked, pressing against Sweetpea who held her back from the sweating Clutch. Clutch cursed under his breath.

“I know how it sounds but, I was in the room then, I went out of my room to go the bathroom to do my business, I do it every night. That’s when I heard the screaming, you have to believe me, I have no part in this.” Clutch said in a much calmer tone but, still on edge from the glares, even his own wife looked at him with fear.

“Wait a minute, there is a bathroom in every bedroom, even yours. So why did you leave your room when there is a toilet in your room? That doesn’t even make sense.” Sweetpea added in, knowing for a fact that there was one in his and Dime’s room.

“No, no, you have it all wrong. Dime never lets me use the toilet in our room. Tell them Dime.” He said, looking over to Dime.

“It’s true, I never let him use the toilet in my bathroom. I’ll let him have a shower and brush his teeth but, use the toilet… No way.” Dime said, confirming what Clutch was saying.

“Fine but, how the hell did hair get in her room then? The detectives must have cleared the room out when your son went missing before, so how the fuck—“ Shepard looked down at the contained piece of hair in thought, blocking out the noise in front of him. There was still something off and a thought popped into his head. Why had the hair he found in the room come in chucks? It wasn’t a strand of hair but, a pile, as if it was cut by scissors. Did Arctic’s daughter manage to cut a piece of his hair? No, in a fighting situation, you would use scissors like a knife instead of using them for their normal function but, there was no blood at the scene so, this piece of hair naturally shouldn’t be there in the first place… unless…

Shepard looked up at Clutch for a second, then back down at the hair in his hand a couple of times, then it hit him like thunder. “I got it.” He whispered to himself, his eyes wide and his mind racing as all the pieces of the puzzle started to come together, this piece of hair being the final slot to find the kidnapper. “I got it!” Shepard said more loudly, catching everyone's attention before Helly could bite Clutch’s head off more.

“You figured it out?” Sweetpea asked with a breath, holding Helly back. Everyone stopped and stared at Shepard, looking for his response.

“Yes, this hair, it was planted in the room at the time of Cherry’s disappearance,” Shepard uttered, showing of the hair once again. “The hair is short and cut off, there was a pair of scissors in the room next to the white hair but, no one in their right mind would put their fingers through the holes of scissors and defend themselves like that, you use the scissors as a knife, so it’s impossible that his hair could have been cut. Besides, if the scissors were used, there would have been blood on it which there was none. I’m guessing the scissors were planted there too to make it look obvious that Cherry had cut Clutch’s hair in the struggle.” Shepard said, making Helly nod in thought, her temper cooling down.

“If that is true, who was the one who put it there then?” Helly muttered, looking to Shepard for the answer. Shepard didn’t answer straight away but, he did look over to Clutch with a serious look.

“That’s a nice haircut, Clutch. Who went with you to get your haircut?” Shepherd asked, making the whole room look over to Clutch, Dime’s eyes going wide as realisation hit her.

“Who went with me? My son of course, Fenton… Wait… You don’t mean that…” Clutch muttered in shock, his mouth hanging loosely. “No… It can’t be…” Clutch said, standing up from his seat and marching his way out of the room, everyone following him as he climbed the stairs. Clutch didn’t knock as he barged his way into Fenton’s room, finding the room empty but the sound of the shower caught Clutch’s attention as he stormed over. He went to open the door to the shower but it was locked.

“Open up this instant, boy! You're in deep shit now!” Clutch roared, twisting the knob forcefully, but it was locked. No answer. Everyone just made it in just in time to see Clutch kicking the door with all his unicorn might. Sweetpea didn’t hesitate to step forward.

“Move.” The detective ordered, hovering Clutch out of the way as she placed all her earth power strength into a single kick that splintered the door open, the lock hanging limply by the tremendous kick. Dime and Clutch were the first to hurry in but, when they entered, all they could see is the steam of the roasting hot shower, the shower curtain shut but, no Fenton inside.

He is gone.