A group of police cars surrounded the property on which Lukas' house was situated. The doors flew open and armed units came running out, entering the porch with caution, because the person who called had warned them about traps.
They used an extendable pole to tap onto the steps leading up the front door, scared of explosives which may activate from certain amounts of weight. "Clear." One of them whispered into their microphone.
He signaled the other men to move in. Someone came to the front to pick the lock silently, not to alarm the perpetrator. The door crept open, slowly.
The basement door was taken off the hinges and a blinding light was coming out of it. The frame was surrounded by arrows pointing inside and the other rooms, as well as the next floor, were dark.
All of them entered through the front door as well as the backdoor, guns drawn and pointing forward. Two or more entered each room and all of them spoke through the radio, "Clear." followed by the room they checked.
A group of them followed the arrows down the basement stairs and the blinding light turned off, not to hinder them further.
One man stood in front of the door, listening for any sounds and lifted his hands, signalling a countdown. "3… 2… 1…" He kicked open the door and the men still on the stairs hurried down and entered the basement. All of their guns and flashlights were scanning the room, searching.
"God… What is all this?" Someone asked.
"This guy has to be in some kind of cult."
"He's crazy…" A third person said.
The room was empty, but the walls and the floor were smeared with weird cult-like symbols surrounding ginormous Teddy faces, smeared onto the still wet red paint. It was too light for blood, maybe watered down, but where would they have gotten this much?
Then a TV screen turned on, static noise on the screen and lighting up an unconscious girl, smeared in honey and naked. She was tied to a chair.
All flashlights turned towards her in a swift and clean motion. "What the hell…"
The TV turned black again and music could be heard playing, coming from the TV. The darkness slowly receded and they could see a room.
The room was decorated like a gala in a fantasy novel. And in the middle of the room were 2 people, dancing hand in hand. They looked out of place in the room.
"That looks like Tim!" Someone said.
Another 2 turned to him: "The boy whose best friends both vanished?"
"Yes, and well, I think we found the second one on the chair over there."
Lukas was holding Tim's hands, smiling. There feet were moving to the rhythm of the music which was playing.
Tim's eyes were filled with fear, but also admiration and determination: "How… How is it going to happen."
Lukas gave Tim a kiss to shut him up and slowly pulled away: "Shush!" He muttered, "Don't want to ruin the moment, do we?"
Tim shook his head. His face was red and his heart raced then, suddenly, he could hear a faint noise. "What is this… sound?" He asked, looking around confused.
Lukas kept his eyes on Tim and grabbed Tim's chin to turn back to himself. "Gas is…" He tried to say but his eyes fluttered and he almost fell to the ground. Tim had to hold his shoulder.
Their eyes met as Tim started to feel it as well. His vision got blurry, his legs weakened and he had no strength left to dance. His legs gave out and he held onto Lukas' body. "I…" His voice got stuck in his throat and the words never reached Lukas' ears.
"It's alright." Lukas muttered as his expression shifted to something more sinister. He let his hand glide over Tim's cheek: "You know… It was hard to come up with a plan, with all this."
Tim's eyes widened but his vision stayed blurry. He started crying as he understood what Lukas was implying.
"If you just had not run away that night." Lukas' voice was soft, like a lullaby, "Jake would still be alive, and breathing. 31 days did I have to wait to get you in here." He grabbed something small and put it over his own mouth and eyes. It was a small gas mask, easy to carry and conceal, "I had fun…" He muttered.
The air left Tim's lungs and he started to wrath around trying to breathe, scratching his own throat as a result.
Lukas slowly and softly laid him onto the ground, so he would not hurt him. He glanced into Tim's eyes: "You have beautiful eyes, you know that?" He snickered. He pressed his finger around Tim's right eyeball, grabbing it as Tim tried to save himself with no power left to move his muscles. Then he pulled it out, making sure not to rip the cord attached to its back which he softly turned and turned until it ripped by itself.
Lukas stood up, leaving Tim's lifeless body on the ground and leaving the room, never to return again. The eye was still in his hand as it was his trophy to keep, not the police's or Tim's.