The House of Grey- Volume 3 by Earl Collin

Author:Earl, Collin [Earl, Collin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SilverStone Books
Published: 2012-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32 – Confusion

“Who on earth would attack the Diamond?” asked Molly through a dropped jaw. They were all back in Monson’s apartment. Casey, Artorius and Monson sat opposite of Molly and Brian, who were listening politely as Casey relayed the events of that morning. Neither Molly nor Brian appeared shocked at hearing the news of the MIB, but astonishment spread across both their faces the moment Artorius mentioned Damion.

“I know Damion Peterson. We met when Monson won his scholarship. He’s a very sweet boy. I can’t image anyone wanting to hurt him.”

“You think that’s bad, check this out.” Casey showed Molly his phone.

“What is that?”

Casey pulled back his arm and looked at the screen of his Blackberry Storm. “It’s the Horum Vir’s private weight room. It’s where Damion works out.”

“But how did-”

“It become scaled version of World War Three?”

Molly nodded.

“No one knows, but I’m guessing it was a group of people with really big sledgehammers. No one person could have done that much damage. Just look at the gouges in the walls.”

Monson’s ears closed off.

No one person could have done that much damage. That was probably correct. But one mentally broken person with a bone to pick probably could…and probably did.

The weight room-it was real. Hhe had been there; now he was sure of it. But then where was the hole in chest from the gleaming knife? He had not removed himself from the premises. At least not that he could remember. How much of that dream had been real? How much was a nightmare? And how did he cause so much destruction? He did not understand.

“I wonder when all this happened?” Casey put down in his phone and threw his arms behind his head, lacing his fingers. He settled back in his chair. “Grey and I were in that area just yesterday. We ended up around there and I slipped off when...I saw someone.”

The look on Casey’s face made it clear he didn’t want to talk about it. Casey turned to Monson.

“Monson, those directions that Damion gave you…those weren’t to the Horum Vir’s weight room, were they?”

Monson’s face burned red hot. He had one chance to get this right.

“I don’t know,” he lied. “I didn’t find any weight room. I ended up in the back of the Yard’s main complex after a detour to the Battleground’s main field.”

“The Battleground’s main field? Grey, are you confusing the Battleground with the Training Ground? Lets back up and make sure we are on the same page. The whole complex is nicknamed the Yard, the main football arena the Battleground and the gyms, pools and general locker rooms the Training Ground.”

Monson kicked himself. He always got all the nicknames confused. “Yeah, sorry, I always get those confused. I meandered around the Training Grounds back rooms for a while then ended up behind the expanse of the Yard where I sat down under a tree. Next thing I know, I was out like a light. I was still pretty wiped from the game and…well, you know.

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