Emil went back home. This time he went straight, without looking over his shoulder or taking longer ways to lose any possible pursuers. He looked around his apartment, but Mira and Ruta were not around. After he entered he realized that Eon wasn’t home either. He sat down for a minute, but then gave a loud sigh and stood back up, pick up his own violin and went to the forest. With the instrument he headed straight into the forest. Once he reached the stream he stopped. It was the place that had begun the stream of the bizarre events that took place around him. He leaned against an old tree and lifted the violin. Without even tuning it he began playing straight away. It was the first time in a while that he was able to play straight away despite not using the violin that he had taken from the glade. He played both classical pieces of music and melodies from the glade as well. He had no trouble remembering how to perform them. He stayed there in the forest for the rest of the night.
When the first light of dawn shone through the leaves he stopped and went back home. He turned on the news and began cooking meat for his little wards while waiting. At some point the report on the nocturnal events began. It detailed that the police had found the dissected body of a man in an old house after an anonymous tip. The room he was found in seemed to be made for the purpose of holding twisted rituals of human sacrifice. After an investigation many images were found of the same man carrying out even more rituals on various people, some of whom had been people, who had disappeared in the last ten years, most of them young girls. It was unknown at the time, how the murderer ended up in the same state as his own victims, but the investigation would continue.
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As the report ended Emil heard a sound behind him and turned around.
“So it is done then? I must admit, I did not expect you to carry out your task so fast.”
“I had some help.”
“I gathered as much. I wouldn’t take you for someone who would leave a body in that poor state. But in the end it doesn’t matter how, only that the task is completed. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, I suppose. It turned out that he was a really bad person. He had killed a couple of people.”
“Yes, guess he was,” Eon replied and jumped onto the table.
“So …”
“What?”
“What will happen next Eon?”
“Relax, for now you can enjoy some more freedom. Also my name is Eleonora.” Emil’s heart sank. It was a name he hadn’t heard in years and had all but suppressed any memory of it. Now those memories came flooding back.