Harker ripped her head out of her body and left it there for the police to find. He then took the rest with him, along with Shard hidden inside her chest.
He got out of there, placing the boys safely into the limousine. As he drove, he passed by the constable who looked alard.
"Did you boys see that fire over there? That's Miss Lovette's house!" He exclaid.
"Oh yes, sir! Please save her quickly!" Harker said.
The constable pedaled his bike furiously to the nearest payphone, and called the firefighters. The whole hose had collapsed and debris was everywhere. It would take a while to excavate things.
Five hours later, they would hear on the news that a burned skull was found and still being autopsied. But it was speculated to belong to the house's remaining owner, Bai Aixiang, who was alone that ti due to her husband being away and her daughter currently missing.
However, that wasn't all.
"She said there were boys there!" Ms. Gloria from next door exclaid to the newscaster. "Oh no…. I hope those boys are alright! My Timmy and I were eating dinner when we heard the explosion earlier! I'm so scared for those boys!"
Because of these, the police set out to find who those boys were. But they found no other corpses, and the docunts said that Miss Lovette only had one daughter.
That was when the Missing Boys showed up.
The one who was leading them was an autistic curly-haired boy nad Giosue Amato. He bravely talked in front of the press despite shivering and sobbing. He explained what had happened to them that night to the police by his side.
"She kidnapped us, Sir…. All of us. She kept us locked in this secret room with no windows and the door locked all the ti….. We only had an air conditioner that was hydra— hydor— hydro-powered." He explained while wiping his tears.
"There was a water tank to give us ozi— oxygen. It suddenly broke, and it spilled over the electricity, so it exploded, Sir. That gave us a chance to escape, Sir!"
Everyone was astonished as the boys told them the story of this serial assaulter and kidnapper who they thought was just an unlucky victim of a house fire.
The boys were returned to their hos, needing long periods of therapy. The truth was, they will never truly be alright. These events will haunt them for the rest of their lives, whether they like it or not. So were more traumatized than the others due to staying inside that dark room for so long.
But there was still hope. They managed to escape what they thought was inescapable, and go back to their families who had waited so long for them to return.
And it was all thanks to this secret hero they couldn't even tell anyone about.
Because they knew this person was not human, just like their attacker. Before they separated paths, they expressed their thanks to this mysterious man who suddenly arrived to save them.
"Thank you, Mister! Sob…. Thank you so much!" The boys all went to hug him.
"We won't forget you!"
Harker shook his head as he hugged them back. "No….. It's better that you forget about . Forget about Miss Lovette. Just go live happily with your families and loved ones. That's enough for ."
Giosue in particular was the one who was most unwilling to forget him. He hugged 'Sir Jones' tighter than the rest, and sobbed twice as hard.
"Even if you say that, Sir Jones, I'll always be thankful to you! We could never do it without you, Sir!"
He ruffled his hair. "It's all thanks to you too, Giosue! You did your part well, you acted like you were acting to be you! That's not easy, you should consider being a Hollywood actor or sothing!"
Giosue chuckled lightly. "I think you're joking, Sir. But thanks, Sir. You told to stab her, and I failed. I'm sorry, Sir Jones!"
"Haha, I'm not joking! And you got nothin' to apologize for! That was ant to happen, it's all part of the plan and you succeeded! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but that's the only way it'd work."
The boy blinked. "Really? I see…. That's great then, but you're still the best, Sir Harker Jones! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Harker smiled and gave the boy one last hug before he went back to return the car to Roland. He was pretty worried about the clothes, since they were also now caught up in flas. That's another thing to repay his friend…. Urk.
"Sigh….. And it's been 3 days since I was taken by that old hag." Harker stretched his limbs. "I'd have to explain not just to Roland, but to Dad and my school too!"
He picked up a trash bag containing the body and headed first to Stoker University. It was Monday, and everyone was busy chatting with friends or worrying about their assignnts and exams to pay attention to a guy carrying a trash bag.
Harker headed to the dical Laboratory side of the building, where they would store live and dead samples. The dead samples were put in a large cold storage compartnt.
Harker had his own spot, his own 'workspace'. It wasn't unusual for him to visit after-school hours due to the experints he was conducting for his research papers. But he did pass by other people, who greeted him as he went.
"Being a nuisance again so late at night, Harky?" A lazy and sluggish female voice asked.
It ca from a small office. The door was opened, and a woman was laying on the sofa, still wearing a lab coat and goggles that were askew. An empty coffee cup in hand.
"Just doing stuff, Professor Seward. Don't you have lectures or sothin' to prepare for tomorrow?" Harker scoffed. "You just keep on drinking coffee while falling asleep on the sofa as always."
The professor just chuckled. "Hah. I drink coffee for the taste, not to stay awake."
"Pfft, no wonder you fall asleep during lectures and just let us do whatever." Harker rubbed his nose. "Welp, have a good one, Professor Seward. I'm takin' this to the lab."
"Yeah, yeah. I still have to go to the asylum tomorrow so I'm dozing off. Night."
Harker shrugged. His Pharmacology professor really was a weird woman. Not only does she look pale and sunken like a zombie, she also acts as slow and brainless as a zombie. But she's a decent person and she gives them good grades and scores.
He went to take his lab gown and chop up the contents of his trash bag so he could store it better in his own compartnt. It fitted normally with all the other jars of rats, chaleons, frogs and spider specins.
"This way, I won't be wasting anythin'. Like you told , old hag." He said. "I'll grind your bones and eat them too. I have to get as powerful as I can…"
He narrowed his eyes. "If I'll be facing even more vile and wicked monsters like you."
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