Chapter Ten: Crimson Rain



“Are you sure that’s what it means?” Brian replied, trying to think of any other possible situation
“It’s a prophecy Brian, about the apocalypse, or the end of evil. The first horse is blood red, and carrying a sword, symbolic of war, there’s another after that, a pale horse with a skeleton, that ones symbolic of suffering and pain, and then the final horse, a black one” she paused “is the symbol of death” she added softly

“Uh sir, we think we’ve found where the person entered the house” a smaller uniformed cop said poking his head around the corner
The detective stood and excused himself. Brian and Faith followed him as he wandered down the hall. They stopped at the top of the basement stairs, the room was now covered in uniformed offices.

“This window here, seems to be broken, there is also no dust on the windowsill, an obvious sign its been used” one spoke up as the detective, Faith and Brian walked down into the basement
“Has this windowsill been cleaned lately?” the detective inquired
“Uh, no” Brian muttered
“Its not an obvious window, its around to the side of the house and it doesn’t look blatantly broken, it looks as though it can easily slip off the hinge” someone explained
“It was broken a few weeks ago” Brian offered
“And who knows about this?”
“Only Faith and I. And of course my friend who broke it.”
“Anyone else?”
“His girlfriend, Marie”
“Can we have their details, we may need to talk to them”
“It’s my best friend, he didn’t do this” Brian scoffed
“They’ve known each other for over 6 years” Faith added, a tone of skepticism in her voice
“All the same, we’ll need to talk to them”
“Fine” Brian nodded

~ 2 HOURS LATER ~

The detective had advised leaving the house well they finished up the details of looking around, but neither Faith nor Brian wanted to go anywhere. The final of the uniformed police left out the front door, with only the detective remaining.
“Precaution is the best defense right now. I’d suggest arming the house every night, and double checking all the doors and windows. We’ve had that bottom window fixed up for you, until you get a professional in there, I wouldn’t go opening it” he smiled “also I suggest you get in contact with a security firm you trust and make sure neither of you venture out alone. It’s better to be safe then sorry. Right now we don’t have too many leads, the message was clearly directed to Faith, but its quite possible its not you they want, so again, don’t venture out alone at anytime, either of you” he lectured kindly. He’d seen this many times before, nothing was new to him anymore, expect most of the time the person was direct and straight to the point, this time, the person was eerily cold and almost hauntingly adventurous, coming directly into the house first off.

As he reached the door, the cellphone attached to his belt, sung out loudly. He excused himself and answered the call.
“Are you sure?…….and that’s what you found?…..conclusive?…..alright thanks” he hung up and looked gravely at Faith and Brian.
“That was the lab, they ran a few tests on the ink used to write the messages with”
“And?” Brian questioned
“It was a mixture of Hair dye and paint”
“Hair dye?” Brian coughed
“That’s what was used on the table anyway, the wall one was paint, but the table message was written on with hair dye. I cant say I’ve seen this before, so perhaps if you can think of any reason why they would use that, let me know”
“Will do” Brian smiled as he walked to the front door with the detective.
“If you need anything, call” he smiled handing Brian a card with an emergency number on it.

The dining had been photographed thousands of times, everything was checked for fingerprints, marks, scrapes, anything, and nothing was found. The writing had been cleaned off the wall, it had taken a lot of paint stripper and left a white patch across the wall, but at least the blood red writing had gone. The table had been removed for further investigation.

Faith walked quietly into the lounge and sat down, tucking her feet underneath her.
“It’ll be okay” Brian whispered kissing her cheek softly as he sat down beside her
Faith didn’t reply, she just sat there in plain silence, staring nowhere in particular, thinking about that chilling prophecy that had now been handed to her.

The knock on the door startled the two of them, Brian stood and walked quickly over to the door. He looked out the side of the door, which was a kind of frosted glass. It was hard to see the person on the other side, but he was pretty sure he knew who it was.
“Chelsea” he smiled sideward as he opened the door
“Brian, what happened, I just past a whole fleet of police cars, is everything okay” she huffed, her voice laced with worry
“Not exactly, perhaps your should come back later”
“Brian, it’s fine” Faith said from behind him, her arms wrapped around her thin frame, her eyes red and puffy

“Oh god, what happened?” Catherine inquired as she ran up to Faith
“Someone’s cruel idea of a joke” Faith shrugged, Chelsea was still a stranger to her, she didn’t particularly feel like dredging up the whole details.
“You look terrible, I don’t even know what happened but whatever it was, its sure has you all jolted up” Catherine smiled softly as she opened her arms and hugged Faith softly

It wasn’t as though her arms were particularly friendly, but right now, all Faith wanted was someone to ‘fall into’, and Chelsea seemed to be the only one around.
“Come on I’ll make you some tea” she smiled as they walked into the kitchen

Brian walked along behind them, Chelsea’s arm was draped around Faith’s shoulder, and even though he still didn’t trust her that much, it was obviously important for Faith to have that support, and if she needed that, he would be more than willing to accept that. He knew he had a problem accepting people for what they came across as, years of been in the public eyes and having enemies that were closer than many friends had taught him that – suspect anyone, and everyone. He didn’t like been like that, but that was how he felt, this was no different, expect Faith needed someone, so for that reason and that reason alone he allowed Chelsea to enter her life.

~ 20 MINUTES LATER ~

They sat for a while at the breakfast bar, hardly speaking, the silence a calm relief for Faith.
“I'm going to work on these details for you, you just go lie down for a while” Catherine smiled placing her cup in the sink
“Are you sure that’s okay?” faith sighed, she really wasn’t in the mood to discuss colors of table cloths
“It’s no trouble what-so-ever. You take care of her Brian” she smiled as she gathered her bag

Brian walked her out and closed the door.
“Maybe she’s right, you should go lie down for a while” he smiled as faith walked up behind him
Faith fell into his arms softly, craving their comfort and familiarity.
“I might have a shower, I cant stop shaking” she whispered
He smiled softly, as they walked hand in hand up the staircase.

~ 5 MINUTES LATER ~

Faith slid down against the tiled wall of that bathroom, breathing softly. Her nerves were a wreck, something in that message had scared the living daylights out of her, she didn’t know what or why, but there was something, unsaid, something hidden in the words that sent and unexplainable shiver up her spine. The fact hair dye was used, seemed strange to her, who would use that and why? It seemed like a bold outright statement, again, something just felt strange about that.

She slipped off her clothes, dispelling them across the floor. She leaned into the shower box and flicked the shower onto luke warm water. The water pelted down against its housing as she stepped into it. She closed her eyes and breathed in the soothing steam abounding from the hot water.

Only a few minutes past before the clear water turned into a deep crimson color. Faith screamed as the deathly color encased her, its haunting hue swiveled around the bottom of the shower as faith’s surroundings went black.

She fell to the ground in a crumpled heap as Brian banged furiously on the door.

“Faith, Faith, are you okay?” he questioned his voice practically screaming through the door. He turned the handle, but the door was locked. Running back from the door, he bolted dead straight ahead knocking the door off the hinges with a hard blow from his shoulder. The pain was immense, but he immediately ran to where Faith was lying in a pool of watery crimson.



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