Slendie RP, Anyone?

John hit something with his hand as he digged, he yelped and felt what it was, something... metal, he knew what it was, he pulled at it. It came loose and his weight almost set him on his back, he scrambled up, whatever it is he grabbed under his arm, he was desperate to get back , this is what he needed and wanted. He started running back to the house.

Louis dug into his trouser pocket as his phone vibrated against his leg, pressing the little green phone eagerly when he saw the caller ID.

'Anything?' he asked, his accent heightening in his excitement.

'Surprisingly, yeah,' said a business-like Maggie. 'Contract of peace about 30 years ago. This guy has been haunting for a while.'

Louis grinned, he could just imagine Maggie's face. 'Thanks, remind me the next meal's on me.'

'You bet I will.'

Louis ended the call, carefully slipping his phone back into his pocket. Why the hell wasn't I informed of this before arriving?

Hannah skipped down the stairs, feeling fresh and awake. She headed intro the room, catching the very end of Louis' conversation. Scooping up her now cold mug of tea, she sat on the arm of the sofa and took a swig of the cool liquid. "Who was that?" She asked.

Louis looked up. 'Just my secretary.' With that, he flopped down on the sofa beside her, crossing his legs as soon as he came into contact with the plush cushions. He gave Hannah a lopsided smile, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. 'You clean up well.'

John sprinted back out of the woods, completely throwing caution into the wind, not thinking about tripping or stumbling as he ran, he made it to Hannah's street. Still running he opened the door. He stopped to catch his breath as he held what he found in both hands, a lockbox. He closed the door to avoid slamming.

She flashed him a smile over her mug. "Thanks, you too." She hopped down and headed into the kitchen, pouring her tea down the sink. "Can I get you anything?" she called, grabbing a crisp red apple from the fruit bowl and polishing it until it shone.

When John ran through her door, she squeaked with surprise, throwing her back against the wall by the sink. When she saw who it was she relaxed, taking in John's filthy form.

He looked up at Hannah, and said without smiling. "Glad to see you too." He came in to the room and placed the earthy lockbox on the table.

Louis considered John slowly, taking in the wild expression and mucky clothes. His eyes alighted on the lock box, his eyes widening slightly as the pupils crept across his irises, an indication to some mental concentration. Even John only has a faint inkling what it's about, he established.

'I'm fine, thank you,' he called, leaning forward on the sofa, his elbows propped on his knees, his chin cupped in his hands as he stared unblinkingly at John.

John patted himself quickly searching for the key, he found it in his back pocket, he tried to push it into the lock, it didn't fit, his face sunk and his mouth dropped open. He tried it again and again, forcing it more each time. "It doesn't fit..." He said finally, like a small child who just broke a prized possession.

Hannah composed herself, biting into the apple and enjoying its intensely fruity flavour. She followed John through, sitting by Louis' side like an obedient dog. Swallowing her chunk of delicious apple, she questioned John. "What's in the box?"

"I don't know..." He said sadly, placing the key back in his pocket and picking up the box. "I just know it's important..." He looked around, like he was looking for something. "Do you have a hammer...?"

She frowned heavily. "In the shed.." Putting down her apple and abandoning her post at Louis' side, she headed into the kitchen, retrieving the shed keys and walking outside. She unlocked the shed, stepped over a fallen shotgun - her father should really put them away better! - and grabbed the biggest hammer she could find. She retraced her steps to the living room, handing John the hammer.

Louis was still watching John intently as Hannah handed him the hammer, his head tilted slightly as he waited for the next trick.

"Thanks... Need to open it. Remember being told how to do it." He turned the hammer around in his grip so the nail removing claws are the ones facing outwars. Then upside down, he sunk the claws into the box, beside the lock and tried to lever it open.

Hannah sat back next to Louis. He had a certain air about him that made her feel.. Safe? Whatever it was, she wasn't complaining. Picking up her apple, she nibbled it lightly, watching John.

John put quite some effort into both holding the box and trying to open it with the hammer. Soon the lockbox yielded and popped open with a metalic snap. The lid of the box went back and sturck the table. John put the hammer down next to the box.

Hannah leaned forward, extremely interested in the box's contents. "What's in there?" She smoothed her skirt down, leaning a little further.

Louis straightened up, his eyes intent upon John's expression as he neatly folded his hands on his knees.

Hannah very nearly jumped off the sofa arm to look. Something about the box excited her, grabbed her attention. She leant a little too far and grabbed Louis' shoulder to stop herself from falling down.

Louis carefully righted Hannah, his hands grasping her upper arms carefully as he moved her back onto the main sofa, his eyes never leaving John.

John was fumbling through the box, as he looked through it. "Letter's... Photographs...." He gasped and picked something up in his hand. "And... some other things..." He looked around. "I need a cloth."

Louis raised an eyebrow; John's hands were hiding the most shocking item from him and Hannah, probably on purpose. With a small smile, he leaned further forward.

'What other things?'

He holds it up, a white balaclava, it looks like it has congealed blood on it. "I know what I did in this..." He said, his voice shaking.

Hannah swallowed hard. She recognised the box. "That's.. That's a kunder kiste." She leaned away from John, into Louis' side. "I made one with my omi. They're meant to represent your life." She was suddenly on edge and felt afraid of John for the second time this evening.

He reached into the box again. "I need to read these... Papers!" He was gathering papers together and shoving them uncerimonisously into pockets. "It's not what it looks like, really... I was... It was justified. It had to be!" A small pistol fell onto the floor, a Walther P99. John stared at it in disbelief.