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The Queens Praymantice
Your POV
I was dressed in my fancy midnight blue dress and chocker, white lace gloves, and a few white roses adorn in the dress. Why am I dressed so fancy just for a little stroll through the park? Well, underneath I have a few throwing knives, a bottle of liquid amnesia, and a tattered piece of cloth. Why does a lady have those you may ask? Well I'm out to catch a criminal by the same of Luke Wilson. He's a Scot, 28 years old, dirty rust hair, gross bloodshot eyes, and a mass murderer of 12 cases he's been on the run ever since 18.
It was after midnight then I saw him. He prowls around the park at night in hope of kidnapping weak, pretty women. I was here to play that role; I "accidentally" dropped my handkerchief on the side walk and made a little soft gasp. It was soft but it was loud enough for Luke to hear I saw through the darkness that I had his attention.
"My lass, seems you dropped something." He said it didn't take long for him to come close to me. I was an amazing actress so I acted like I was scared and try to fumble away. I ran far enough to seem like running through an ally might trick him. He had me cornered… or so he believed.
"Tsk, Tsk, Lassie looks like you made the wrong turn." He slurred you could tell he was drinking and had a drinking problem. He came so close that I smelled that vomit smell of his.
I was cowering up against the wall shaking violently, and then I stopped and looked straight in his eyes and smirking like a mad woman and said.
"No, looks like you did though." Before he asked I already pinned him against the wall and got out the cloth and amnesia. Before you can say lights out I pressed it against his nose and mouth and he was out like a light. I let go of him and let him sink onto the cold damp ground.
Within seconds Scotland Yard showed and took him in paying me no attention. I liked it that way though, and it should be that way. I walked the cold quiet street until I saw a mansion with sunny yellow paint and white shades. All lights were off except one it wasn't unusual for Beth to have nightmares about a strange one eyes boy and a hideous creature by his side. Beth was my best friend and came to live with us as a caretaker; she hates it when she is called a maid.
I went inside the white door and made my way up the spiral staircase. Beth had the strange dream again, but I told her pay no mind to it. Then I dressed to bed and turned off the lights.
My name is (y/n) (m/n) (l/n) and I am the Queens Praymantice.