After the events that had transpired at the farm, the two children had been taken away from the area and the dead bodies had been collected by the morgue. Considering the scene they had found and the circumstances, the police had decided to keep the boy in custody until the officer in charge got to interrogate him on what had happened at the farm.
Needless to say, the boy was a bit confused when he awoke in a small prison cell.
Denzil woke up to find himself in a small round, laying on a small bed. He took a look around the cell, confused by these new surroundings. There was only the bed and a toilet, along with a single window at the very top of the wall at the far back of the room. He was also dressed in nice clothes, a sort of one-piece jumpsuit in a bright orange color. Compared to the rags he'd worn for all those years, it looked like a designer's brand to the child.
"Eunice?" he eventually called out shyly, realizing that the girl wasn't with him. For a moment, he was confused as to why he was even here, alone, but then quite suddenly, it all came back to him. He'd been living on the farm, he'd killed the two cruel caretakers, and he'd been trying to wake Eunice up when he, too, passed out.
So now, where was she?
Now in a panic, the boy got up awkwardly and made his way to the door of the cell and started banging on it loudly with his fists. "Let me out! Let me out!" he yelled from inside with the hope someone would hear him and get him out of here. He eventually turned around to take another good look at the room, wondering if maybe, just maybe, the girl was just hiding in plain sight.
Needless to say, the boy was a bit confused when he awoke in a small prison cell.
Denzil woke up to find himself in a small round, laying on a small bed. He took a look around the cell, confused by these new surroundings. There was only the bed and a toilet, along with a single window at the very top of the wall at the far back of the room. He was also dressed in nice clothes, a sort of one-piece jumpsuit in a bright orange color. Compared to the rags he'd worn for all those years, it looked like a designer's brand to the child.
"Eunice?" he eventually called out shyly, realizing that the girl wasn't with him. For a moment, he was confused as to why he was even here, alone, but then quite suddenly, it all came back to him. He'd been living on the farm, he'd killed the two cruel caretakers, and he'd been trying to wake Eunice up when he, too, passed out.
So now, where was she?
Now in a panic, the boy got up awkwardly and made his way to the door of the cell and started banging on it loudly with his fists. "Let me out! Let me out!" he yelled from inside with the hope someone would hear him and get him out of here. He eventually turned around to take another good look at the room, wondering if maybe, just maybe, the girl was just hiding in plain sight.