Jean Luc awoke to the sound of people.
Outside the ship, voices erupted and cheered. Jean Luc couldn't make sense of it. He barely had enough sleep with the thoughts constantly racing in his mind.
They reached their destination. Soardina. Jean Luc would be lying if he claimed he was not interested in what the city looked like. He could vaguely remember his mother uttering a series of praises for the place, carried down by the opinions of many. It sounded like a beautiful place, but Raven could have simply portrayed it as such.
He knew her enough to know such plans could easily be carried out.
Exhausted, he managed to get ready for the morning. He took the time to understand what the people outside their ship were screaming.
Raven.
They were cheering her name with all they got.
In a less groggy state, Jean Luc was able to remember that Jay had said, "I think you'll be surprised how many people love and look u
Jean Luc decided that the city was beautiful. Domsville could barely even compare to it."Welcome to the place I hate most," Blake announced, then pointed to a garden. "The bugs here love me, but those assholes usually stay away from the rest of my siblings.""Raven asked for this place, didn't she?" Jean Luc questioned, already knowing the answer."Yes, and she made me plant the flowers with her." He rolled his eyes, then swatted at the air.Jean Luc bit back his smile as he looked at his surroundings and strode towards a relatively large house beside Blake."You'll be staying here for the few days you're here," he said. "Unless you hope to stay longer."The smile was immediately wiped away. "Here?" Jean Luc repeated. The place was where the entire crew lived, and he did not wish to sleep under the same roofs with a group of murderers."With the two little people," Blake replied, then opened the door to the house. Two faces appeared
"How are things going with him?" Margaret raised a curious brow. She did not need to expand on her question for Raven to understand who she meant. "Better than I thought," Raven said with a wide grin. She sat on her bed, surrounded by rolls of bandages for her knife wound from the day before. "He's definitely choosing to stay," Darrow said, leaning against the wall. "How are you so sure?" Zak asked. Celie was in front of him, checking which outfit suited Zak best. "Because Blake practically has that guy wrapped around his finger," Zak said as a matter of fact. "He's not letting Jean Luc leave. Not after he finally finds a partner to start playing that boring game with." That was true. Even as they were in the room, letting Celie dress them up, they could hear the screaming of the two men in the gaming room. Blake had somehow convinced Jean Luc to start playing 'Human Apocalypse' and they've been yelling profanities at each other ever since.
Jean Luc gaped into the wardrobe room. Or more specifically, the woman standing within.She stared into the mirror, which reflected an image of a goddess. A man could only dream of being with her--a different breed. A wicked genius with the face of an angel. She wore an outfit that her sister, Celie, chose. It was insanely beautiful.Jean Luc matched with her, and so did their children."Done staring?" she spoke. As usual, she seemed to feel the weight of his stare.He looked away, flushing slightly."You look delicious" was all she said before brushing past him. Then, she headed towards the door. Something changed between them. Or perhaps, his view of her changed instead.He continued to like a murderer, but his mind did not attack him for doing so. Instead, they were encouraging him with the most beautiful thoughts of a future with her. It was ridiculous.Outside was filled with deafening noise, raging for a festival made for him. I
Raven didn't care that she was naked.Jean Luc, on the other hand, did. He had made her slip into his oversized shirt.Lying beneath the wholly darkened sky peppered with sparkling glitter, Raven felt complete and content. One of her hands was entwined with Jean Luc, while the other gestured to the specks of stars, drawing an image of a face.The night was not silent. In the distance, the celebration of gratitude still raged. Raven had no doubt that citizens of Soardina were dancing and drinking, that children were giggling and fooling around, that Lydia and Sartac were enjoying themselves, too.She knew Darrow was taking his blonde girlfriend on a ride around the island, while Margaret was climbing until she reached a place where she could watch the movements of everybody. Dominic would be taking the time to impress people with his skills in computing and Zak would be walking around the city, collecting whatever people offered.Celie and Blake, on the other hand, would most probably
An exasperated sound escaped Raven's lips as she attempted to remove a patch of blood from her skin."What a hassle," she complained bitterly, staring coldly down at the body severed into several portions."That's rich," Celie, her literal partner in crime, replied. She gestured around the dreadfully smelling room of rotten flesh. There was a body in every corner, and dried blood staining the wall."I'm not talking about the killing. I meant how these people are foolish enough to force me to show myself," Raven said with a hint of agitation. " It's almost like they don't know any better."Lowering herself, Raven began to carve two letters. Letters that many in the town of Domsvile recognise and fear. A symbol of the most hunted and sm
Jean Luc felt like it has been forever since he had laid his eyes on his stunning house.Something was odd about it, though. He had felt like his home should be quite filthy since it had been a year, but the outside was so clean.He murmured a thankful message to whoever had cleaned it before opening the door. He locked it instead. A hint of fear pounced at him as he discovered that the entrance to his house was left unlocked.It was mild compared to a mere second later.As he pushed open the door, crimson red words greeted him back. It was written in pretty, but horrific handwriting. The handwriting of a murderer.Jean Luc almost felt his heart pounce out of his chest as he read the message. He let his eye linger on the face below it before looking at what was oncehishouse.Scrambling, he reached for his phone and almost dropped it. The smell, his surroundings and the message caused a type of panic that he had never exp
Jean Luc felt silly. If a stranger with a pretty face could bewitch him so thoroughly, he must have a really simple heart.Living with that woman would be pretty fun.He would think they were friends by now, after days of visiting her to make sure she was fine. A stab wound was undoubtedly painful, and he thought it was only right to be beside the woman who almost died in his house.He had been living in a motel for the time being. He had enough money to afford a brand new home, but as Lucina mentioned, it was best for both of them to live under the same roof. Every time Jean Luc closed his eyes in the motel, he'll wake up to images of bloody bodies.On the day when she could return home to her home, Lucinda's friend had awoken.
"Good Morning," Raven said.The rain outside drowned out her words."Morning.""Would you care for some coffee?""I'd love to," Jean Luc replied as he settled down on a seat around the kitchen table.She set it down before him, and another for herself before her phone rang. An irritated sigh escaped her lips. She had not forgotten about the plan, not for a second, but it was peaceful with Jean Luc for the past few days. She did not have to worry about removing evidence from her victims or carving the two letters she dominated into skin."Hey," Raven said into the phone."Dom," Celi