Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Five
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[TEN]
    On the road we were! I was a bit excited to see life outside of the headquarters in the daylight now that Haus is dead. I liked it. Have you ever tried to picture life in black and white? Not like those old movies on channel 9. But, as if every object and living organism in this world had no lines and once you put color to it, the color ran away in a frenzy and gave you an empty, alone look? Well, when Haus was hunting me, that's how it felt. As if I was abandoning all hope in survival. Until Tabra and I became the hunters, and the hunters became the hunted.
    Now, the black and white objects and organisms called the colors back, and they came out of hiding, jumping into the form of everything and giving it life. It was like opening your eyes for the first time every morning when you were afraid of the dark as a young kid, wondering if the darkness engulfing you is still enluding you or if the sun murders the darkness in a triumphant power and gives you an easy feeling for the rest of the day. I enjoyed every second of it, too.
    "We're here," Jerek finally said, dragging me out of my daydreaming state of mind, and into the now.    
    In front of us was a tall shack-like building with V in a big white letter standing out against the black paint. We got out of the car, went up to the building, knocking on the door that had a door-knocker the shape of a V, and a woman, much much older than I, answered it with a smile.
    "Why helloo there, Jerek." When she said Jerek, she said it like JERAAAK!!! It was funny, but I clamped my mouth shut with my teeth to make no sound of rudness. "And whaat have you brought with you, Jerek?" Okay, now she said brought as in brooooooot. Haha!
    "Whom," He corrected, and she nodded as if saying OK, WHATEVER. "They are my friends Cydnee and Tabra." Weird how he didn't say girlfriend. I guess it's cause Tabra's here?
    "Ahh...and what, Jerek, brings you here?" She let us in, and as she sat on her sofa, and began to knit something I had no idea of what it was, even if I guessed, she held on a smile that was worth money, I bet.
    "We wanted your daughter to take a look at a weapon that was left on our lawn today." Wait, what!?!?
    "Oh, well, Jerek, she is downstairs, you know where." She smiled, waved, and went into her knitting stare, which was a bit creepy if you asked me.
    "So, that wasn't Verona?" I asked.
    "Oh, hell no! That's her mom. She needs a place to stay, and her daughter needed someone to answer the door for her when she is working, like today, and they both got what they wanted out of it. So, that was her mother, Vie."
    "Oh," I said, and grit my teeth as we went down a spiral-staircase.