Xation entered the living room he saw no one, only endless sheets covering all the furniture crowded around the room. He called out for Charles and then he saw Bengiman,Hays, Charles and Serena all coming down the stairs together. They all were quiet and seemed very nervous. "Well how nice of you all to come and greet me." Xation smiled up at them. The four stood motionless neither of them knowing what to say. "Serena my darling sister, what is it that you are doing here this morning?" he asked extending his hand up to her as she came down the last steps. Serena looked up into her brother's black eyes trying not to burst into tears. "Oh Xation," She paused looking back up at Mr.Pruce "I was concerned, Bengiman has been injured." Serena said as she reached out to Mr.Pruce who winced in pain.
"Bengiman what has happened?" Xation said with great concern as Mr.Pruce was his closest and dearest friend.
"He has a slight concussion." Charles interjected as he stepped down off the staircase eye to eye with Xation.
"Charles what have you done to him?" Xation said glaring at him.
"I didn't do anything! He fell and hit his head this morning." Charles snapped back offended by his question.
"Is this true?" Xation asked Mr.Pruce who went and sat back down in the chair by the fireplace as the storm raged outside.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Mr.Pruce answered with a sigh of embarrassment.
"Xation why don't we get him out of here." Hays said finally speaking up.
"That's a good idea." Charles went on "just make sure he doesn't lay down or go to sleep, he will be fine I have already examined him. And, if you want your paintings, they're right over here." Charles informed him. Xation and Hays went over to the wall where the paintings were. "Oh and the watch you gave Oliver." Charles said handing him the expensive item. Xation looked at it and slipped it in his pocket then stopped and stared down at the works of art.
"Oliver painted these?" he asked in awe.
"Yup." Charles said shaking his head yes.
"Xation these are fucking amazing!" Hays exclaimed as he bent over to get a better look. Charles watched Hays as he looked at the artwork; he was tall, receding hairline, sharp, pointed features, long slender nose, over sized chin, deep set green eyes, which he squinted as he looked over the fine details of the brushstrokes. "These are the best I have seen." Hays said amazed the little drug addict could produce such masterworks. As they discussed the paintings the unconscious woman began to stir as she pulled her arm up she hit the lamp on the bedside table knocking it to the ground with a loud crash.
"What was that?" Xation asked startled.
"Nothing!" Serena yelled out going over to the bottom of the stairs standing there looking suspicious.
"Serena, what is the matter with you?" her brother said knowing all too well his sister was trying to hide something from him.
"Nothing." she said once again. Xation looked at Hays, then Charles, no one would look him in the eyes they all seemed on edge and afraid. Xation could always sense fear. "What are you hiding up there?" he asked them as he started up the staircase pushing his sister gently out of the way. "No Xation!" Serena implored "Please do not go up there!"
"Bengiman what has happened?" Xation said with great concern as Mr.Pruce was his closest and dearest friend.
"He has a slight concussion." Charles interjected as he stepped down off the staircase eye to eye with Xation.
"Charles what have you done to him?" Xation said glaring at him.
"I didn't do anything! He fell and hit his head this morning." Charles snapped back offended by his question.
"Is this true?" Xation asked Mr.Pruce who went and sat back down in the chair by the fireplace as the storm raged outside.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Mr.Pruce answered with a sigh of embarrassment.
"Xation why don't we get him out of here." Hays said finally speaking up.
"That's a good idea." Charles went on "just make sure he doesn't lay down or go to sleep, he will be fine I have already examined him. And, if you want your paintings, they're right over here." Charles informed him. Xation and Hays went over to the wall where the paintings were. "Oh and the watch you gave Oliver." Charles said handing him the expensive item. Xation looked at it and slipped it in his pocket then stopped and stared down at the works of art.
"Oliver painted these?" he asked in awe.
"Yup." Charles said shaking his head yes.
"Xation these are fucking amazing!" Hays exclaimed as he bent over to get a better look. Charles watched Hays as he looked at the artwork; he was tall, receding hairline, sharp, pointed features, long slender nose, over sized chin, deep set green eyes, which he squinted as he looked over the fine details of the brushstrokes. "These are the best I have seen." Hays said amazed the little drug addict could produce such masterworks. As they discussed the paintings the unconscious woman began to stir as she pulled her arm up she hit the lamp on the bedside table knocking it to the ground with a loud crash.
"What was that?" Xation asked startled.
"Nothing!" Serena yelled out going over to the bottom of the stairs standing there looking suspicious.
"Serena, what is the matter with you?" her brother said knowing all too well his sister was trying to hide something from him.
"Nothing." she said once again. Xation looked at Hays, then Charles, no one would look him in the eyes they all seemed on edge and afraid. Xation could always sense fear. "What are you hiding up there?" he asked them as he started up the staircase pushing his sister gently out of the way. "No Xation!" Serena implored "Please do not go up there!"
