Here's the final chapter! I'm so happy that I was able to put my mismatched thoughts into words. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Faustus means lucky
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Faustus
Fortuna est quis venio ut paratus opportunus vicis
Twenty-seven weeks later
":Don't fall asleep at night, Jezebel. It isn't safe.:" Artois Shanton gently warned the young five year old girl in his lap.
": Why nawt?:" She asked him with her large brown doe eyes on him as she patiently waited for an answer.
": Just don't, sweetie.:"
A year and a half later
": Daddy, you're always telling me not to sleep at night but you never tell me why.:" The nearly seven year old girl wondered.
" :The man next door is evil and looking for you. He can't find you if you sleep in the morning. He is out to get us all, but won't go looking for you until the rest of us are dead. This man is like your mother but he is not an angel like her... he is a demon. A devil.:"
" Fleur... please, snap out of it." As if I had woken up the same age I had dreamt of being. I hugged L's mid- section tightly. For all these past months, we had been sleeping like this. I wasn't shocked to find that I had fallen asleep again.
" You've were talking in your sleep."
" You're so warm." I cuddled up to his side. He let it be quiet for almost a minute. Almost.
" What did he tell you?" Had I really been talking in my sleep?
" You mean Artois?" Leaving my eyes closed, I focused on the low rumble of his voice.
" Yes. You asked him why you were only supposed to sleep in the morning." This was proof he had heard me." Stretching my legs, I rolled away from him and strained the rest of my joints until I felt all movable again. Then, grudgingly, I opened my eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them. Took me awhile to realize what I had dreamt of.
" He was warning me of Wilhelm who he called 'the man next door'. My father did have his sane and caring moments every now and then. He also had his own way of telling me things." Slow realization was still realization.
" Does that mean that he knew of Maverick as well?" I whispered. How much did Maverick know exactly? He'd been inside the house and seen my dad's collection of knives... but that doesn't mean that he can plan out a way for things to fall into place for him the way they did, does it?
" Your Dad loved you, Fleur." Susie smiled, and I sat up hurriedly, startled by her sudden appearance. She was sitting at the foot of the bed in her bunny pajamas. Her trademark stuffed bunny was practically glued to her arms.
It was odd, though. Almost as soon as I knew of her presence...my mind wandered away. Had it all been planned? Every little thing? Did Maverick plan not only for Artois to kill Chloe... but for me to kill Artois as well? If so, what else had he planned? I already knew about all the school registration for counseling there and he had that done in order to gain victims before this time came around, but his son should have a harder time. We had one week until all seven of these victims were officially dead. What was next? What else was this monster planning? What else had he planned? When I ended up in the orphanage, going where I did after I got out, and/or my meeting Avent?
": He watches and knows your every move.:" Jezze's attempt to escalate my paranoia actually succeeded for a moment because of how much I feared and hated the idea of someone or something knowing my every movement- predicting it like some sort of juvenile game.
Moaning, I dropped my head back onto my pillow, letting it then roll in Lawliet's direction.
" I think I figured it all out." Scooting under the covers with me, I almost heard him prepare to listen to me.
" Chloe knew what he was as soon as he met her and told Artois. With them both knowing, to Wilhelm they both had to die because they were both threats to him. Artois told me... in his own way, making me a threat as well. He could have killed me then, but why do that when he could make us all kill each other. He turned us into dominoes, lined us up, and starting with Artois, flicked them all down... there's a thing, though, a gap in the dominoes. Deciding that having more to play with would be funner... he placed my domino at the end of the line-up. He plans on killing me and everyone else that is connected to me. This story he's telling, is the story of the beginning, middle, and early ending... of my life. To him, at least. Maverick doesn't realize it, but he's scared, paranoid. It's not just me this time."
" Now we know then." Was all Deneuve said in reply.
" Pardon?"
" If what you say is true... then the older Wilhelm considers the younger Wilhelm a threat and vice versa if he told his son, the younger Wilhelm, about the way he worked and why he did things. He could be rethinking giving up his 'throne' just yet. It doesn't matter if it's his friend, family member, or just another sucker. There's no difference in his eyes. They all go under the same category. He really is like Light." This last part was a whispered notice.
" He wants you to know he's after you." L continued, sitting up and going off into his own world much like I was accustomed to doing.
" He wants you to be just as scared as he is. Maybe-just maybe, he's hoping you lose it and commit suicide before he gets to you."
" I don't think he's hoping I do anything like that. No, I think he's planning for me to be killed by one of his next victims or something like that. If it's going to end... he wants it to be something crazy brilliant."
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Usually when father and son had a disagreement, they could figure a way to sort it out. Unfortunately, this pair of father and son weren't like most in the world or even the country, so instead of sitting down at their home and talking it out or getting in a short lasting fist fight... things went like this.
" Okay, I let you finish off the virtues like you wanted and I've got to say you did pretty well. Nothing short of proving that you are, in fact, my son." Wilhelm Senior's voice was monotonous and unimpressed.
" What is it?" His son's voice was bored and bordering on annoyed. The way they felt about each other was obvious and almost more than mutual. One would just as likely slice the other's throat open as soon as say hi to him.
" Do you know who your mother is?"
" You know I don't because you never told me."
" Well, you got your eyes from your grandmother on my side. You have mostly my blood running in you."
" What are you getting at?"
" You mother was Chloe Shanton." At the sound of the name, Wilhelm Junior got to his feet and stared down his father half heartedly.
" So, you raped her and she had me, got rid of me in an orphanage, where you found me, and then you had her killed?" This sounded like something his father would do and wait until the last second to tell him.
" I wanted a kid after my own heart." He laughed.
" The only reason we have hearts is to live, so you aren't really saying much. I think it's obvious enough that you wanted a natural born killer, Dad."
" Do you know why I took you in?" Switching the subject, Wilhelm Senior began to pace.
" So you could raise me to be like you." Such was the answer that made the most sense.
" Only part of the reason." He sneered back.
" How about you explain then." He didn't care about the answer, and Wilhelm Senior knew that too, but of course, he had to say it now.
" Jezebel doesn't know that you are her half brother. My plan is for you to let her figure it out on her own and then it'll be a show for us as she tries to tell you that you have a second chance and all that corny crap. Then while you act like you might be changing her ways, which will give you a chance to get close to her, and then you can kill her."
" After gaining her trust?" He was always doing things that way, but he had never told his son exactly why. His father had figured that all he needed to know was that he did it and everything else was unimportant information.
" Don't you think it'll be easier to gain her trust by making it seem like you are the one doing it and when I go to the authorities and 'report' you, she'll question me, get out of me that her and I have the same mom, and be all glad and shit that she has family still? Can't I kill her awhile after that?" Also, usually families don't talk out how they're going to lure a person in before they kill them.
For no reason other than because he felt like it, Wilhelm Senior walks over to his son and wraps his hands around his throat. His grip was like an iron bar, crushing the young man's windpipe shut, but the younger Wilhelm had other things mapped out in his mind, and stabbed his father's arm with a pocket knife he had bought that very morning, twisting the metal, and severing blood vessels near an artery. Words didn't really affect people of their kind aside from information being helpful. They both took the chance that if they ended up killing the other and the cops found them that they could just plea self defense and that was that. To them, strolling out of the police station free of guilt with hidden blood on their hands wasn't anything all that big to them. The other's life meant nothing to them. The other meant nothing to them. Blood didn't matter and if anything it gave them a reason to want the other dead.
In its own twisted way they were fighting not only to establish who was alpha and who was beta, but they were also itching to kill the other to see who would get to kill Jezebel.
At one point a gun got involved and then there was a life and death struggle...
Then a shot rang out.
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There was no way. This threw us off completely. There was nothing here that we could use for any reason. No name or form of ID. No note giving us even the slightest hint as to who they could be. Just zilch, nil, nada... and that was including the gender.
To make matters worse, there was a bullet in their stomach. That tiny little crunched up piece of shrapnel lodged in their gullet was enough to make us all lost. Was it a copy cat? How could it have been when we never let it out to the press that they had been beaten before their body was transformed into what was now a pile of roasted people meat?
" This is rather unusual, is it not?" Lawliet started, and I turned to him, listening eagerly.
" Think of this... we have two different patterns. One that goes by the numbers one and three and another that works in sevens or just out of the order that the first one works in. Let us go out on a limb and say that the one that is subconsciously obsessed with the first pattern is the older Wilhelm. Say he let the younger Wil 'play his game' for awhile, but then decided that it was time to cut him off." He sat in his swivel chair and I could almost hear the hair on my arms stand on end as I put two and two together.
The sound of a domino dropping in the back of my mind made me flinch.
" They finally did it. This is one of them..." My voice was small and quiet.
As if just looking at it caused me pain, I backed as far away from the screen as I could, and escaped into the nearest bathroom, where I was glad that my hair was already tied back. I hadn't cut it in awhile and it now reached past my butt, which was beginning to bother me.
I didn't know if it was a physical reaction to some psychological fear or just an upset stomach but the result was the same either way.
When I was three, Wilhelm Larmonte moved into the house next door and whenever he visited, he'd threaten my life either physically or verbally. All it took was a few visits or so during that time up until I was seven, for the effects of what he had done to sink in and breed thoughts and nightmares that terrified me beyond all rational reason.
Even dead when we had no idea which one of them it was... it was still someone involved with the disturbance of my mind. Sometimes I wondered if I would've ended up schizophrenic like my dad if I had never been thrown around literally and metaphorically by people like that.
People like my mom, dad, and (myself) next door neighbor were the exact purposes for my studying psychology. It didn't seem to matter that I had studied it, though, since all I obtained from it was the reason why I had schizophrenia and that it wasn't my fault for having it.
Well, that and how to avoid people like Maverick... there was only one now. The threat was just as bad though.
Especially if it was Wilhelm the second on that screen.
With my skin leaping, I scrambled out of the room, ran past L with a quick 'good night', and shot into the elevator. Finding the body of somebody related to one of the killers meant that the other was in question already and I wanted nothing to do with it. I didn't want to see or hear the slightest essence of one of them because I knew I'd feel everything all over again.
Picking a room to hide in randomly, I locked it as many times as it would let me and headed towards the shower.
' I'm sorry, L.' I was such a fucking coward.
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Jezebel had obviously put two and two together. It was only an expected reaction from someone that had dealt with so much danger in her life. This only proved that her survival instincts were working, although a bit stronger than I had thought they would. Probably didn't take a voice or hallucination to let her know what one of their bodies meant.
" Which one was it, Watari?" Not wanting to make matters worse for her but also making sure she didn't hurt herself, I found which room she was staying in.
" It would appear that the younger Larmonte was killed. His father is currently in interrogation." That was because when a member of the family is murdered, the family members are automatically suspects until the real person responsible was found.
Impulse took over and I held down the intercom button again.
" Watari, I would like for you to go to where he's being interrogated and bring the laptop with you."
" You want to interrogate him?"
" Yes, and I'm also going to connect the live video feed, so I'd like you to have the laptop facing him." I replied as I put on a mask that covered the almost all of my face, stopping at just below my nose. Just because he was going to be put to death soon didn't mean that I was going to let him see who I was this whole time. Besides, it was his son that had probably really seen me if even he ever had.
When he came into view, I recognized him immediately. The image on a screen nearby and the person in front of me were one and the same. The look on the man's face was one that looked amazingly like a person distraught over the death of a loved one. Words from Fleur's own mouth as well as words from her book came to mind when I looked upon him.
' People like this lack remorse and just about every other human feeling. They feel nothing but the most basic of animal instincts.'
Selecting a large plate of various sweets and fruits, I pressed the 'record' button and started on the ohagi.
" Hello, Wilhelm." Apparently, his disproved of my eating while we talked, and even frowned for a second, but that second was enough to let me know that he really had been acting sad about the death of his son.
" Who are you?" He looked upset, but his voice sounded more annoyed than anything. Intentionally tilting my head to the side, I let him know that I picked up on this odd combination.
" How rude of me... I'm L." I found that wearing a mask also made it safer for me to glance over at Jezebel's camera. By now she was out of the shower and had begun drinking. This was, no doubt the beginning of another alcohol binge that was going to go on until she passed out on her bed.
Holding back a sigh, I knew it was better than her hurting herself in a more drastic and immediate way.
" I've heard of you, you're called the greatest detective in the world." Noting the way he said it, he made it sound like I didn't deserve the title.
" It's nice to meet you. I'm sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances, but your son is dead and was found outside of your doorstep when you were already a suspect to these cases... care to explain?"
" Haven't other people died in the same way? Seven other people, I believe."
" Yes, innocent people trying to live their lives. It is rather sad, isn't it? Yet, you don't seem to show much of any sort of emotion when you know about your father's death that happened rather recently." He had gauze around his arm, wrapped thickly up from his wrist to elbow. His eyes reminded me of the picture examples I had seen in Fleur's book, when I had been reading the chapter on psychopaths.
Hours were spent as I asked him questions that were normally asked during interrogations like these. The only things I could really go on was the fact that he had no alibi for the time and that the neighbors had heard them fighting, but had shrugged it off and not reported it because it was something that was regularly heard from their living place. Well, there was that and the knife that had been found hidden in the cushion of their couch that had enough blood on it to tell us who had been stabbed by it. Maverick appeared to have an answer for everything that was brought up aside from his alibi and the reason why the bloody knife had been hidden.
The next night, I was sure to have the information that I had collected from the questioning ready for viewing before Jezebel trudged in groggily. With a cup of what smelled like freshly brewed coffee in one hand and a water bottle filled with what was probably orange juice in the other, she shuffled in my direction with half awake eyes.
" I wasn't expecting you to be up for at least another hour." It was only five- thirty at night and as of late, Jezebel usually didn't get up until around seven... if not later.
" Neither did I and I tried to sleep for longer, but we see how that went. I think the moon woke me up with complaints that the stars were being too loud. All in such a hurry to come out." Her words and her thoughts were more disorganized than what was habitual of Jezebel Shanton. She must not have liked what she said because she changed the subject.
" Which one was it?" It was hard to tell whether or not she was capable of dealing with the news either way. Having it already be perfectly clear to me just how much she feared them didn't exactly have me rushing to tell her.
" Are you sure you want to know?" She positioned the cup of coffee down in front of me and switched the hand with the orange juice in it.
" Yes, and I'm..." Pausing only to open the cap of her orange juice bottle, she then carried on with what she was saying after a deep mouthful of air.
" And I'm sorry for my irrational actions last night." Fleur took a drink." The thing is that I've finally come to understand that the only way for me to get over these plaguing bouts of SIDS is to face it head on and to...persist and assist." Something wasn't clear to me
" I understand most all of that aside from one thing. May I ask what SIDS is?" Either she was scrambled up again she knew something I didn't.
" Sudden illogical dread syndrome." Her reply was frivolous as if it made perfect sense to her and it was only right that it would.
" Very well then. Please, have a seat... and thank you very much for the coffee." Taking a rather noisy sip of my coffee, I was pleased to find its taste sweet and even hinted with strawberry syrup.
" I had a feeling that you didn't get enough sleep last night and if you had... that you slept as well as I did. I hope you didn't have any nightmares."
" You had nightmares?" It made me sick sometimes, although I didn't allow myself to show it around her since I knew how Jezebel felt about me worrying about her. The kind of people I resented most were the kind that gave people grief for their own personal gain.
She pretended that she had never heard the question and instead went scouring through the video tapes, in search for the tape lying in the open on the table by the small televisions. I almost smiled before picking up the video myself and playing it. With a huff and a pout she followed me, her long multicolored hair was once again tied back lazily yet strictly, and it was evident that she wasn't fond of it falling into her face.
" It's nothing I can't deal with, Law-kun. The sooner we find where this guy muddled up, the sooner I can get most of my personal shit in order." Taking a seat in the chair next to her, I felt her take me hand in one of hers.
The movie took time during just the first look through and then even more when Jezebel wanted to look it over again, saying that she wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything. During that second run of the video, she paused it, and squinted while inattentively leaning closer to the screen.
" Is he wearing contacts?" Wasn't quite the first thing I had expected to pop out of her mouth. Then again it was possible for her to know something I didn't with her having known him at one point in her life. When I looked more closely at the screen, I saw what she had seen. The screenshot was of Wilhelm's face, a close up to check his reaction to a question I had asked. Moving it to a larger screen, I had the picture blown up so I could better magnify his eyes. Sure enough there was a visible line barely a centimeter around the outside of his pupils.
" Is there a particular reason as to why you are so interested in this?"
" If I remember correctly... Wilhelm the first never even had contacts suggested to him when he went to the eye doctor. His vision was basically perfect without them. "My eyes went to her when I caught the difference in her voice. It was only a slight change, but I knew it meant the beginning of something more so I waited. The brown eyes that had once been so intent on the video now seemed more interested in the blown up screenshot.
" Does that tan look natural to you?" I was right. She'd find everything now.
" Did you get that table in the interrogation room wiped for prints? He touched that table with his fingers a few times."
" Yes, they're on the table over there." She scrambled over to the table and started it up. From there, about four million images started to flash before her. With a well sated look on her face, she almost trotted back over to where I was.
" Well, what do you think?"
" I think we identified our suspect as the wrong person. Did you notice his bandaged arm?" She nodded.
" Yeah, he said he'd been cut deeply but there was no blood, even dry blood, anywhere on the gauze. A recent deep cut like that doesn't heal that quickly. But his tan looks like a spray tan. I think we have Wilhelm the second up there."
" About twenty- two." I mumbled.
" Huh?"
" His possible age. He looks about twenty-two... under that make-up, of course."
" That's rather specific." Pointing to a spot on the screen, I showed her what looked like a clump of cover up.
" He didn't mention anything like this during our conversation."
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L knew I didn't want to be there. That haunting face had me feeling sick, and all three of my non-existent 'friends' were present as invisible evidence of my stress.
Rubbing my neck and coughing a little was what happened next. It started as something little, anyways. From there my gasps for oxygen progressed. What was this?
" Your mother was a whore, you know? I had my way with her before she even met your father. She's just like me, you know. She can't ever love you or your father." As if he were simply making small talk with me, the hands around my throat confused and scared me. What was this man doing? Didn't he know he could kill me?
Shaking me and then throwing me to the ground, he went on speaking as I coughed incessantly in a desperate attempt to gain my breath.
" She thought she could keep the child she had with me away from me." A laugh boomed, and I squeezed myself into a tighter ball on the floor." But I found him and brought him back. I'm going to raise your bastard older brother and he's going to be just like me. He's going to kill you."
It was only a matter of time before I would end up responding to even the mildest of contact with his appearance, but this was outrageous. Tears were pouring freely down my face from either pain or fear, I didn't know which one was more in charge at this point.
": Pitiful.:" Jezze mumbled in a way audible enough for me to hear.
" Shut up... shut up, shut up, just fucking shut up! He strangled me and batted me around like a rag doll! I wouldn't be surprised if I got brain damage from it! You don't know how screwed up your logic sounds compared to mine. If you were me, I'd still be in that crank shack." Raising my voice was a rare thing for me to do, but this bitch was pissing me off. If it wasn't for my hidden want-almost need- for someone to distract my thoughts right then... I might not have heard Lawliet's words.
" This fingerprint doesn't match Wilhelm Senior's." Such menial words were absorbed by my subconscious and I was more thankful for that than I would ever admit.
" He's my half-brother." Must have thrown even the great Deneuve off.
" Beg your pardon?" Yup, the utter disbelief in L's voice was plainly there.
" Wilhelm the second's mother is Chloe Faire... before she got married. He... he had some sort of thing with her... and years later found his kid in the orphanage." Explaining this made me nearly pity the young man on the monitor. Both of his parents had what only one of my own had had and he ended up with it.
" While looking through the house, they also found these." L dropped some papers on the desk. I didn't feel like going over there and looking at them. Those mere papers seemed to ooze a deadly aura that whispered evil to me, and I went looking for a beer instead.
" Are you going to look at them?"
" Only after I'm drunk enough to deal with them." Bubbled from my lips while my eyes never left the array of papers.
A few hours later, I made up my mind, and got up to pick through the papers. I was almost shocked when the sheets of parchment didn't burn my fingers.
Reading them over, the more that entered my mind, the more emotionally confused I became. These thoughts of my feelings were mulled over and pin-balled around almost casually in my clear minded state. If I passed out later I knew when I woke up, I would feel an estrogen cocktail of things like fear, anger, disgust, and violation.
In my heart, mind, and soul, I had felt it was his fault and had always blamed him... but this was proof. Not only had he had 'relations' with my mother, but he had found the result, and trained him to be just as he was. It wasn't just that, though... no, he had been the very reason that my father had believed that it was God talking to him. The Charenton was where it had all began. Wilhelm had volunteered there and had been given a ward duty. From there he had told the patients stories and kept them entertained.
Spawned the 'Ritualistic Killing' cases in both Marseille, France and Tokyo, Japan by simply talking to them while they were in that place. I had never thought that he was that connected to that case.
Lawliet had been observing me discreetly from where he was sitting as he snacked leisurely on cake and coffee. Knowing that I should practically detest and maybe even temporarily hate him for letting me see this... I also felt indebted to him for giving me closure. Without this bit of documented info, I never would have learned the truth.
" We already have evidence of what Wilhelm the second did... that would give him a reason to disguise himself as his father after killing him. Since he never claimed it was self defense surely no juror would believe him trying to add it in, right? He'd have to change up his entire story if he did that."
" I don't think it matters what he says, Fleur... after all this has been put in trial he'll be given the death penalty." This was really the end of it all. I was finally going to be free of the reason I was afraid of every stupid little thing I was afraid of.
Because of Larmonte anyway.
So with an odd smile turned to apathetic line, I faced L.
" I want to be there when they give him the lethal injection."
" I won't have any control of the time-"
" I don't care...no matter the time of day... I don't care if they kill him on Christmas. Just knowing he's gone is enough for me." It wasn't just the strand of hair, or the blood on the knife that he had tried hiding in between the cushions of the couch that gave Wilhelm the second away. The way he had done away with his 'dear old dad' connected him to the seven murders he had committed while in the Netherlands. If he hadn't sent those bodies back for us to eventually find, he might have had a chance.
And let us not forget that he hadn't even tried to change his name while traveling to his desired destination.
I loved when people that were usually intelligent did stupid things.
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Three months later
Noon
Seeing Jezebel out in public during the day for the first time in history almost made me wonder how much of her sanity she had left.
" Are you sure about this? I don't think you've had enough time to adjust to the morning world." She was sitting across from me with her feet propped up on my lap, forcing me to sit normally. Earlier that morning she had taken it upon herself to cut her hair, and it now hung two inches below her shoulders. Even now as she stuck her tongue out at me childishly, I had reason to believe that this was a good day for her.
I should probably tell her that she should at least make it look like she was serious about this day, but she just had this liberated glint in her eyes that told me that if I was going to tell her, I'd need a good way of doing so. If I couldn't find the right one, she'd no doubt turn it on me somehow and make me feel like a bad guy.
" I know this sounds corny but I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Law-kun! This feeling of nervousness isn't one felt from fear but more like... like happiness or something. Is that weird?" There was a slight déjà vu feeling for some reason.
" That's odd. For some reason or another I think I recall a very important person telling me not to ask questions that I didn't already know the answer to. I wonder who that could have been."
" I don't really know... it's just so, I don't know, exhilarating and history making." Her face twisted into one of confusion.
" Are they going to let him say his eulogy or that sort of thing?" It wasn't like I could blame her for her excited curiosity. The hardest thing for me to believe would've been if she had said that this wasn't her first time seeing a lethal injection.
I didn't have the time to answer as we had shown up at the site. Watari had opened the door and we both thanked him. Fleur herself had hugged the man.
" This is supposed to be serious, huh?" Her respectful whisper made me nod, and I had to be secretive about it because we were in the viewing room with family members and friends of the victims. It made sense to me why she had asked when she had more than likely been scanning around the room, checking all the faces of the people there.
" Everyone reacts differently to things like this, but the general response is a solemn one." While I had been explaining the meaning to her, the people working here had brought in Wilhelm the Second and strapped him to the table, making sure that every single one was tightly buckled before they slid the IV under his arm.
That's when he spoke.
" You're here, aren't you, Miss Shanton?" My gaze went to the girl he was directly talking to, a wave of concern washing over me. Just when I thought I'd have to carry a freaked out woman out of the room, I noticed the proud triumph in her sharp eyes as she seemed to easily hold her ground against him.
" I bet you are. Probably got front row seating, too. There's something you still don't know. Something, I'm sure you're just dying to hear. Not just you, though, but also the other people in that room with you. You want to know why he killed them? Started it all and kept it going until the very end." If it were possible her eyes were even more trained on him and I knew she couldn't hear anything else but what he was saying.
" One would think that it would be obvious." Even on his death bed he was messing with her.
" He did it so he could pass the time in a way that he'd never get bored of." With that being said, they poisoned him.
We were still there after everyone had left. Jezebel seemed determined to wait until they had all disappeared until she said anything.
" How are you feeling?" I spoke first and she took in a breath, exhaling like she was finally alive.
" Jezze's gone, Law-kun." Then she hugged me.
" Jezze died with that sick twist." Pulling back, her mood changed again and she became thoughtful.
" Let's go out for cake." Big change.
" At your place." I guess I spoke too soon, and I smiled. She was back.
Fin
