MORTUUS

CHAPTER SIX

Ray came back a few moments later with a trash bag, mop, a bucket partially filled with water, bleach, and a piece of rag. He filled the trash bag with the already congealed blood and got to work. He was faster than I thought, I didn't expect him to know how to handle a mop let alone to be fast about it.

In a few minutes, the whole floor was clean. I had moved away to give Ray some space enough to clean and I was presently by the sofa, gripping it for support. He took the bloodied water and returned with clean water.

The instant Ray returned, I watched Jay roll up his sleeves, put on some gloves, he picked up the piece of rag, got on his knees, and began cleaning the floor with the bleach. I instantly knew what he was doing, I have watched enough crime movies to know that this was some way to get rid of the evidence.

When he felt satisfied enough, he stood up, took off his gloves, and said, “All done.”

“Actually, there is a whole lot more to be done, ” Ray said and pointed to the wall. All our eyes followed his finger and I gasped at the same time my hand went to the back of my head. It was very sticky, other than that I couldn't feel anything else. Ray leaned in to take a look, his expression told me all I needed to know.

Jay cringed at the bloodied mess and I could tell he was fighting to keep it together. He blew out air and without sparing me a glance, he began scrubbing on the painted wall. I stood watching wondering how he was going to clean up the mess.

Somehow he got it cleaned up with what my pantry had to offer. When he was done, they all stood looking at me while exchanging looks.

“What is it?” I asked, a little flustered.

“Well, you see…” Ray was speaking, he kept his eyes down as he spoke. “We have to make your disappearance seem like it was done on purpose.”

“My disappearance?” Yes, I knew I would have to leave but it was still a little overwhelming.

“Yeah,” they called out in unison.

I sighed and asked, "What do you need?"

“A box of articles of clothing, including a lot of personal items and a handwritten letter. The problem is I'm not so sure you're in any shape to do any." Jay said all the while keeping his fingers in his glasses.

I totally understand what he meant, I could barely stand on my own let alone climb up the stairs to my room or even hold a pen. I glanced at both of them and they both seemed to be lost in thought.

"Eureka!" Ray suddenly yelled out.

"Are you kidding? Eureka? That's what you chose? Whatever… So what is this bright idea of yours?” Jay asked, his tone sounding like he was irritated with everything.

“You'll see,” Ray replied, and before I had a chance to comprehend the situation I was hanging off his shoulders.