Chapter 8

Medium: The Origins finds a young man setting out to avenge the death of a beloved family member and to recover forgotten memories, only to find himself with a new case and a unknown assailant on him.

Chapter 8

 

          The house was barely visible. It doesn’t help much with the house being decorated with veins. I got to admit, despite chasing would be murderers of my brother, this feels different. I fought veined eyes after all, and I almost died. This is its home, and I’m here on its turf. I’m basically committing suicide, all because of an incident of someone who has nothing to do with me, yet it does. I need to find out more about this house, but I need to be alert or else veined eyes will kill me, just like it did with those three, or possibly four or five, but I just hope Ashley is still alive. This is the house Marlene died in, and Skinner’s last words are linked to this house. The problem with Skinner’s words are part of it leads to a yearbook, and another part leads me here. L.W. wrote in his yearbook that it wants to discuss a plan with him involving me, or “Raxton.” What if it had something to do with Marlene’s death? What if Max was purposely involved in her death? This would give Marlene a motivation for revenge.

          I try twisting the knob of the front door. It’s locked. I look inside the window, but I can’t see anything. If I think back to my encounters with veined eyes, I couldn’t see anything other than the eyes. God knows where veined eyes is hiding and weather I could see it or not. I look around through all directions, looking closely through every shadow area to find out where it’s hiding... There were no signs of its eyes. I did find a tree with a branch that extends to the window. I climb up the tree and try to open the window. I struggle a bit to open the window due to its rustiness. I sneak inside and close the window. Now to find out what this house has to tell me. Oh god, this place reeks. Did these guys think it was fun smelling something similar to a dump? God this is nasty. Thanks to the dim light illuminated by the sky through the window, I could see a table. I slowly walk towards it. I take my phone out and turn on a dim flashlight. There was a portrait there. It is a picture of a man and a woman outside of a house. Max and Marlene. I almost forgot, there are two of them. This is a very crucial detail I hadn’t even considered, and now I realize I just increased my chances of meeting death in the eyes. I look at the portrait closely. Wait a minute, these two remind me of something. The closer I look, it triggered my thoughts. Those two were in my dreams before. They had a little boy with them, the one that saw veined eyes but the parents didn’t believe him. This is a portrait of them. Which means the house that I had a dream of, this is the exact same house I’m in as of now. That means if I take the Marlene incident into account, then veined eyes is Marlene. She’s the one haunting this house, she’s the one who’s killed those kids, and she killed my brother. All I wanted was to avenge his death, but it was already done before he was murdered. My quest for vengeance was all for nothing. I’ve never felt so irritated and pissed in my life. I just wanted to hit something, but I can’t. I know I’m in a house of death but I just can’t help what was coming into me. I had so many thoughts of teaching his murderer a lesson, and my initial intentions were already carried out. Well the person I wanted dead is already that before my brother died. Sometime later I calm myself down. This may be a dead spirit, but I’m still being pursued by veined eyes. It’s clear then, my objective is to stay alive and get myself out of this mess. I turn my head behind me responding to the sound coming from behind. I guess it is just me. There is a hallway into two rooms. I look inside the first room, and nothing is seen. I flash the light through all the areas, and as I finish examining all areas the further inside the room I go.

A thumping noise is produced from the other room. I look out the direction to the room beside this room, and it is much of an abyss rather than a clear path. I shine the light to walk my way through without any slipups. I walk inside the other room, and the light uncovers a desk. I open one of the drawers, and there were a couple of papers there. Right, there are files in this house. Those must be the ones Skinner was talking about. This is it, the last piece of the puzzle. Whatever these files contains, it can help close the cases of Skinner’s incident, piece together what he wanted me to know, and help me understand this house better. Each paper I flip through filled me with more shock. It didn’t mention anything about L.W. I still don’t know how it fit into the picture, but I don’t know what to think or how to make out what I just saw or what just came to my head.

Suddenly, I hear a buzzing sound coming from outside, but my ears can’t pick up a clear sound. I walk outside of the room and the buzzing sound begins to increase and the sound is clearer. The sound increases at the rate of each step I take. I slowly walk down the stairs, and I notice a small ray of light coming from a door across the stairs. I open the room, and look around to make sure no one is there. I walk inside and the blank screen T.V is the source of the light. Underneath the T.V is a black disk like think. Unlike regular CD’s, it is mostly black, wide, with a white label sticker on the top. On both sides of the sticker is a glass, inside it something brown. I think that brown thing has all the data. There is a box with a wide insert area on it. So, this is where you put that box like data in. I insert it inside and press the play button. The video shows the room with the front door with a lot more light. This took place during daytime, but happened long time ago.

There was a blonde haired girl dressed in a white dress and a blue shirt. Standing next to her is a little bit short man with long black hair dressed in a grey dress shirt. He almost looks exactly like me. Wait! That might be Max. It has to be. I hope this video gives me some information on L.W.

The girl stroked her finger around him. “You know I was wrong about you, I didn’t know how much fun it would be around you.”

The man was clearly flattered, and he blushed at her comment of him. “To be honest, I didn’t think you’d be that interested in me.”

“What are you talking about, what do you think is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re sweet, kind, caring, and not to mention good looking, any girl would be so lucky to have you, but right now they don’t.”

“Oh stop it. I’m thirsty, I’m going to get a drink of water.”

“Geez Leslie, I was beginning to think this was real.” An unseen guy said. His voice sound familiar.

The girl, or Leslie’s attitude suddenly changed when the guy is gone. “Don’t be stupid stupid, of course he bought it, what would you expect from a loser like him.”

“Is he also going to be a part of this as well? I don’t think he know about it.”

“And does it look like I care? I’m only doing this just to teach Scott a lesson, we both know that.”

“Yeah, you don’t need to remind me. I can’t believe he cheated on you, that b*****d should get what’s coming to him.”

“That’s what we’re doing, idiot, and why are you filming the whole thing? Are you trying to get us attention?”

“Nope, I just think it’ll be fun to see him suffer, and watch it years after.”

“Oh, he’ll suffer alright. We just got to bring him to the chair.”

          A guy, tall with short brown hair donning a black T-shirt and blue hard pants. “Hey babe.” He says to Leslie.

“Hey Scotty, how are you?”

“You know you don’t need to ask me that, I’m at my best today.”

“Come, I want to talk to you.” Leslie moved her arm up and down to signal her friend to turn the camera off.

This video just gave me a name. Leslie. I know I saw her name somewhere, and then it hit me. I took out the slip I had on my leather jacket. I remember in Skinner’s office, I was looking through his yearbook to find possible matches of L.W. This couldn’t have revealed a more accurate person. Leslie Wiggens, that was her name. She wanted revenge against Raxton, and there was a guy in there she called Scott. If she wanted revenge against Scott, why would she mention my last name in there? I took out my phone to reread her yearbook comment.

Heey Roggerrr. I think it’s time we teach him a lesson. I can’t believe he would do this to me, and he thinks I’m just going to let him off the hook? No way that’s happening. I’ll make sure to give him something he’ll remember forever. I need your help with this though. Come to my house after our last day, I have a plan. I found something we can use with that black dressing creep Raxton. �"L.W.

Wait a minute, she called me a black dressing creep. Or she called Raxton a black haired dressing creep. Wouldn’t this indicate that she was never interested in that person to begin with? She was acting the part of an affectionate girlfriend towards the guy that literally looks like me. She was using him, but what role did he serve in her plans? All I know now is that she never held a grudge against “Raxton” she was using him this whole time. Her grudge was directed at someone else, this Scott person.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of the door opening. Wait, that door wasn’t unlocked when I came here. Who got in? I look on to see where it’s coming from. While I look on, something in my gut and the discomfort of my back tells me there’s something above me. When I look up, veined eyes was on top. Was it there the whole time? I trip down at the sight of it. I know I have questions to ask veined eyes, and I know what I should do, yet I can’t bring myself to get back up. It feels like her eyes were tying me on the floor. Veined eyes, or Marlene, lunge in at me. I struggle to break free, but she brings her eyes closer to me. I become more distressed and my hands begin to get weak, bringing death closer to me. Out of fear for my safety, I push it out of the way and push myself back up to stand. I was ready to stand face-to-face with veined eyes, but it was gone without my detection. I wanted to feel upset that I let her go, that I let her slip out of my sights. But I feel like she hadn’t left the room. I only want to feel relief knowing she was gone, but she could be anywhere.

“Chester Raxton?” A voice comes in from the other room calling for my name. She can talk, after her death? It doesn’t sound like any young person. I turn around, and I find an old lady with untied grey hair. She is dressed in a black ancient like robe with a marble necklace around her. It isn’t those shiny looking marbles, it was more of a wooden one.

“There’s something you should know. Come with me.”

Author's Note

Medium: The Origins finds a young man setting out to avenge the death of a beloved family member and to recover forgotten memories. He shuns himself from having a normal social life for the sake of vengeance. Just when he thought he ran out of leads, he was involved in an incident which leads him to start a new case. This particular investigation changes him greatly while he is being hunted by an unknown assailant whose victims never got to see before they met their doom.

Note: This is my first book and I plan to write more. Criticism, praise, or any feedback of some sorts are welcome
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