"Yeah, I agree," Scarlet replies.

Scarlet walks over towards the dining room, I walk into my room and the other kid stays in the living room. My room almost blinds me with the bright blue color that I'm not used too. I first walk over to my desk drawer and dump all of my clothes out from each door. I remember how I have few clothes at my room so I put about half my pants, shorts, and shirts in a bag that was lying on my bedroom floor.

I go back to the living room and place it on the recliner seat of the couch. I walk back into my room and go over to my bed. I pull off my mattress and place it in the living room as well. I take off the sheets because I can't stand the fact of not checking everything in my room. I then check everything under my bed in all the tins, bins, and boxes. I disappointingly find nothing. I go over to my shelves and take everything off. Soon my room is bare and the living room is cluttered. I still haven't found anything.

I look at the clock, we have been here for about an hour. In that time we have completely searched the whole front of the house. They include my room, the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, and the dining area. I make progress and go through the marbled floor dining room and into the back side of my house. I go to my parents room and start pulling off their sheets and pillows looking for something. I see a big red blood stain on one of the sheets and I almost started sobbing but I catch myself and stop. It is hard to think about them still but I try to hide it and not think about it as best as I can. I mean I really did care about them.

I start to look around again and find a lot more blood on pillows. Then a thought occurs to me. Why wouldn't this be a crime scene? It obviously has been tampered with or viewed by the cops and why would they have those flyers up. I bet at the main part of town the big advertising boards have my picture and identity on it saying I am "wanted". I start to search faster after this realization. It might be some sort of trap. It only takes me about thirty minutes to search this whole room. I have even moved the bed clear across the gigantic room. I have also taken the big picture of the polar icecaps. I still haven't found anything.

When I am about to leave Scarlet comes in. Tagging behind her is the older kid.

"Did you find anything?" I ask hopingly.

"No, we checked everywhere," she says putting her head down.

"What are we going to do this is one of the best leads I had on this and now I have none except for the information about Tyler which could take years to find out," I sigh.

I walk over to where the head of my parents bed had been. I starting banging my head on the wall. It makes a loud echoing sound that seems to vibrate the house.

"Xenix stop th..." Scarlet says angrily being cut off.

My head gets pushed back and I fall to the ground. I push myself up and rub my head. I look in Scarlet's direction and she is gaping at something in front of me. I turn my head slowly towards the wall in front of me. Sitting right in front of me is a curve in the wall. I stand up and walk over to it to study it. There is a flat rounded table that must have opened from the wall when I was banging my head on the it. There is a circular shape missing from the wall, so it is obvious it came from that.

"What is that?" Scarlet asks as she points to the opening from the wall.

"I have no clue, this is the first time I have seen it," I point out confused, "Let me me go check it out."

I walk up to the red table hanging from the black colored wall. I see a small square clear box, the size of a piece of paper which is lying under it. It is a letter typed on it. At the beginning it is addressed to me and my late brother, John, but his name is crossed out.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 24, 2016 ⏰

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