Clan Fighters - Kaitlyn Garlets (intellectual books to read .txt) 📗

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Reece unlocked his fingers from her shirt and took her phone out of her pocket and dialed 911, and the police soon showed up, gasping at the sight that laid in before them.
"What happened in here?" an officer named Greg asked, so shocked by it all. He had never in his whole life and career seen such a brutal sight in front of him.
"I don't know, I just came home after working at my restaurant and I came home and found Brian screaming on the floor and I ran up to him and-" Reece abruptly stopped talking because she didn't want to tell the police about what Brian had told her. Her house was a crime scene and she couldn't let them look in his room, but they had too to find anything that might help them catch his killers.
"And what?" the officer pushed on.
"And he said that they did it. But he didn't know who. So I think that they are more than one person. What are we going to do?" Reece asked, as the police and crime scene investigators brought in the more people to take pictures of Brian, who still lay on the hard wood floor, blood that was already dried, Brian who had shed it.
"Okay, can you tell me anything else?" Greg asked.
"Well, when I was pulling into my driveway, I noticed that all the lights were off and Brian never leaves them off, even when he is sleeping, so I thought that was strange. And then when I was opening my door, I felt like someone was watching me, but I didn't think anything of it," Reece said.
"That's okay," Officer Greg said with a sigh. He shook his head and closed his eyes, thinking about how this could have happened.
"Where will I go? I mean, just until things are...cleared out. I can't stay here when everyone is in my house. I mean, look around. This place is a crime scene!" Reece said, no longer willing to hold her tears in.
"Ma'am, just calm down. You will be put in a hotel where you will stay until we get this mess cleaned up."
"Mess? Your calling this a mess? My brother is not a mess! The blood shed from those bastard murderers is the mess! And if you are just going to stand around and let them get away, then there is nothing that you can do!" Reece screamed, pounding her fists on Greg, who stood there, letting her. "Do something!"
"Ma'am. We are doing the best that we can do. You just need to get a good nights sleep and get something to eat," he insisted.
"No! Find them! Whoever they are! Please!" Reece begged, resting her head on his chest. "Please."
"We are trying. Come meet Macbeth. She will take you to your hotel. I had someone call and explain the situation, so you don't have to pay for the room, now matter how long you stay. Okay, Reece?" Officer Greg asked.
Reece nodded, knowing that she couldn't do anymore until everyone left, hoping that no one would find whatever was in his room under the floor.
"Wait. Before I go to the hotel, can I go and get a few things from my room?" Reece asked.
"Well, we don't want you to contaminate the crime scene, so..." Officer Greg replied.
"Contaminate?! Is that what you think that I am going to do? The rooms aren't even the crime scene! I have every right to go to my room and get a few things! Please," Reece begged.
Officer Greg looked at Reece, who was practically bawling. "Fine, fine. Just be careful. and only take clothes and some personal belongings."
Oh, you have no idea that I will be taking some personal items, Reece thought.
"Thank you. Just let me get to my room," Reece said, thinking about how she will get to Brian's room and get to the things that he had told her about.
"Alright, but try not to move anything around. And write everything down that you take so that we know what you took. Okay?"
Reece nodded, walking past the hallway where her brother lay, dead in a pool of dried blood and walked to her room, where Greg stood outside her door and gave her some privacy while she grabbed her things.
But that wasn't what Reece did when she closed and locked the door behind her. She threw some clothes into a bag laying on the floor and opened the door slowly to her brothers bedroom that was connected to hers. She always kept it locked and always thought of the door as part of the wall and had a poster there ever since her brother thought it would be cool to share a room with a door, between them, but today, it came in handy. She just hoped that Brian's room wasn't full of crime investigators.
Thankfully, when she opened the door, there wasn't anyone in the room, so Reece had to act fast. She first grabbed his throw rug and tossed it to the side, where she saw a small spot on the floor that had a dent in it and Reece ran over to it and saw that it had to be the spot that Brian had told her about right before he died. She grabbed at the flooring and pulled until the floor board actually came off, showing a small hole inside the floor and inside the hole, there was a small box, the shape of a square that looked really old. It wasn't very heavy when she picked it up, and underneath it was a key, probably for the box. She took it and sat it onto her brother's bed, then put the rug back in its place and grabbed the box and slipped back into her room, closing the door behind her. She quickly wrote down the things that she took out of her room, leaving out that she took something from her brother's room. Then she left her own room and bumped into Officer Greg on her way out of her room.
"Okay, did you write everything down that you took?" He asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yes, here you go. Everything is written down."
"Hmm..." he said, looking over the list. "Something seems off."
"What?" Reece asked, her heart beating harder by the second. "Nothing is off. Your just being silly, Officer Greg."
"Why don't you let me take a look in the bag of yours, Ma'am."
A woman walked over to them and said, "Look, Greg, you know better than that! She is just a child! I have known Reece since she was born and I know that she would always tell the truth about things such as this! And if you think that she is hiding something in that bag, then you are so wrong. Now go on with your duties or I will be calling your mother, and I don't think that you want me to do that!" Reece recognized the woman as the Macbeth lady, who was going to be taking her to a hotel. They would have to out of town for a hotel because here in the small town, there wasn't even a mall.
Officer Greg looked at Macbeth and then at Reece, and left with a huff.
When Greg was out of sight, Reece sighed, not realizing that she had been holding her breath. "Thanks, Macbeth, right?"
"Yes, I want to talk to you about what you were doing in your brother's room while you should have been packing some clothes and things that you will be needing!" she whispered. "And I know exactly what you are and what you are is not good."
Reece gasped, her eyes wide.
"What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean."
"Oh, I think you do. But not quite. We can talk more in the hotel where there isn't going to be anyone around, okay?" Macbeth said, grabbing Reece's arm so hard, that it hurt.
Reece nodded and followed Macbeth.
"How did you get him to go away? I mean you said that you have known me since I was born, but I don't know you!" Reece said.
"I have been protecting you, like your mother asked. So I do know you. Stop asking questions here."
Again, she nodded and followed her until they were in a car, where Macbeth drove off and didn't talk until they were checked into the hotel and safely behind the door of her hotel room.
"So, what is going on?" Reece asked, feeling like crying again. So much has happened to Reece in the past two years like her parents dying, then having to take over her parents' restaurant and that was no easy task, then her only brother just died in her arms.
"Let me get this straight, you don't know what you are?" Macbeth asked.
"No, I have no idea. Just tell me what is going on!" Reece yelled, falling to her knees, crying.
"Okay, first of all, you don't have to act like a two year old. You are a full grown woman and if your going to help us, then you need to act like the leader that you are going to be. Now shut up and stop crying like a baby and sit down on the bed so that I can tell you what is going on. Okay?" Macbeth said so harshly that Reece stood up and wiped her tears off her face and sat on the bed and didn't say anything, but she just looked up at Macbeth, who had closed her eyes and put her hands to her temples, rubbing them as if they hurt.
"Now, are you going to cry anymore?" she asked, standing in front of Reece, who shrugged because she really didn't know if she was going to cry again. She felt like crying again, but she knew that she shouldn't in front of Macbeth, who seemed like she had a stone heart in her and could take anything.
"Well, then. If you are going to cry again, then do it when I'm not around."
"Well, I wouldn't cry if I still had my parents and my brother here!" Reece yelled.
"Actually, your parents are not your real parents."
"What?" Reece whispered, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I will tell you everything that I know, but you must not tell anyone else alright?" Macbeth asked, pacing back and forth.
Reece nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"When your brother was born, he was gifted with powers that no human or anyone could ever imagine. One person with an ability gave up their powers so that he could have them. Then the same thing happened to you. But when the Skincrawlers and the Firewillers found out that the prophecy was coming true, they tried to kill you first. And they had succeeded too. But somehow, you just got up a day later after being pronounced dead and acted just like you had the day before. When the Skincrawlers and Firewillers killed you, they had stabbed you right in the center of your heart with a knife of poison for good measure, and when you woke up the next day, there was no poison and no knife in you at all. There wasn't even a mark on you. Of course, the Skincrawlers and the Firewillers didn't know that, and they thought you had died, so they went after your brother when you turned five. But they didn't get far because you and your brother was playing in your old sand box out back in your house and you had seen them first, but you stopped them by lightening."
"Lightening?! Are you insane?" Reece yelled out loud by accident.
"Calm down child. Like I