Xavier means The New House
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Xavier
Unitam logica falsa tuam philosophiam totam suffodiant!
I walked into the living room and rushed over to the fire with some of my bags and yanked out a blanket. The cold was so bad out there my whole body was shaking as I pulled the rectangular weapon against the killer freeze and huggled it close to my frame. Watari walked over and started a fire.
" You are an amazing man, Watari." A certain degree of happiness warmed my face more when I realized I couldn't see my breath here.
Clicking caught my attention and I looked up in time to see orange and yellow flickering in the fireplace as Watari closed the little gate. Scooting closer to the pretty colors, I could already feel the growing warmth reach me as my blanket whisked away my fatal shaking.
Now all that was missing was missing was my whiskey.
" Watari, can you whip me up a good icy cold whiskey now that I'm warm?" Then my face brightened.
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As I saw her face light up, I had a feeling I knew what she was about to say next.
" Holy shit!I can legally drink here! Sixteen to drink- we should've moved here earlier." She only seemed to be predictable when it had something to do with beer and the sort. The wide grin on her face said everything. She had found her Nirvana here by remembering that one fact.
" Now that I'm all covered up." All I saw was obvious moving underneath the blanket and my eyes widened when I saw one of her petit hands toss her trench coat, T- shirt, and shorts into a pile behind her. My mind had difficulty registering thought for a moment as I knew that under that thick blanket was a young woman wearing nothing more than her underwear, shoes, and mismatched striped tights.
After two thuds were heard, I noted that shoes were stricken out of that list.
" Do I even have to ask?"
" You shouldn't. Don't you know that a person warms up faster depending on how little they are wearing?"
" As true as that is why do I think that you're just using that fact as an excuse?" She laughed as she took a gulp from her drink.
" Because excuses are excuses and facts are facts."Fleur stated before asking. " Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" With a look tossed my way.
' She either has no common sense or she wants me dead.' Sometimes I still had trouble remembering who I was talking to.
" Fleur, I find you're constantly overestimating my self control." That seemed to have made sense to her.
" Right, sure because you have an interest in me." She snorted.
" You think that it isn't possible for me to be attracted to you?" This pricked my curiosity as I saw her pause and turn towards me, doing a double take. I caught her face changing color.
" Well, I already know that people can have sex without having feeling for one another, but I wasn't talking about that." The girl with many names verbally staggered." And what does this have to do with the case anyway?" She flabbergasted in addition.
" Nothing, but you were the one that made a show of stripping your clothes off under the minor security of a blanket."
" To keep me warm." Fleur argued flatly.
" I was just suggesting that you not do it with me in the room... or any other man for that matter."
" You'd be perfectly fine with catching it on camera though, huh?"She smirked and I frowned.
" I'm actually quite respectful of your privacy, Fleur, as I know how fond you are of walking around with barely an article on when in the confines of your room."
' And apparently when you're alone with me and covered by something else.' I mentally added.
" You know, I simply hate that I can't say that you're lying." She pouted, her French accent getting heavier the more whiskey she drank.
'Must not be as much of a heavyweight with whiskey as she is with other drinks. Probably doesn't drink it as often.' I pondered briskly.
" I wouldn't get drunk here if I were you." Fleur fell on her back and curled up even more if that were possible.
" Whoa-oh, my phone." She pressed a button and answered it.
" Hello... oh, hey Bastien. How's Susie?... Yeah, sounds like her. ...You guys get off the plane yet?... Another hour? Okay." She gave him the address and I saw a flash of more black and purple. They were spots, stripes, and mild lacing. I wondered if her choice of underclothing changed as often as her outer wear. A strange thought, yes, but still enough to make me somewhat curious.
" So, who's Bastien?" This caught her ear.
" What are you talking about, silly? He works for you and with those other Task Force people, but he's stronger than them. You allowed him to join the team and you know about little Susie. With her big blue eyes and..." Her eyes widened and she started to tear. I didn't know what to do.
" What's wrong, Fleur?"
" What's wrong?" She repeated." You don't know Bastien or Susie... and that means that they either lied to me or I've got what my father had. It means that I've been crazy since the plane ride to Tokyo."
" Fleur-"
" I ended up with my father's illness, Deneuve." The hysterical woman interrupted.
" I knew of it beforehand... actually, I suspected it sometime after you arrived here." Fleur's crestfallen and confused face kept me talking.
" Your thoughts were slowly becoming... unorganized... I noticed your mind and mentality eventually change into what you described to me in your work." I stood up and walked over to her after I finally made up my mind about whether or not I should. Sitting next to her I got a closer look at her lost expression. Her puffy eyes, constant sniffing because of her runny nose, and trembling lips told me I had to watch what I said because she was vulnerable right now.
" I'm just happy you were sane enough to notice it yourself and didn't deny it. Hopefully, it will not interfere with your work... I was once told by someone about a year ago that insanity isn't an illness, but more of a sign that the person with it has potential and intelligence beyond what many can comprehend."
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My water battered eyes widened. I had told him that during a case involving a black widow type case that went on when I was still in France and he was in Tokyo.
Why didn't I notice this before? If L had known Bastien in the first place I wouldn't have had to explain to him why I stayed back while Bastien and Susie left... and no wonder those drivers looked at me funny when I told them to take my friend's home. Deneuve also wouldn't have been jealous at all if he had already known Bastien since he would've already known Bastien was gay.
Unless he was the type that got jealous of hallucinations.
" Bastien's gay." I muttered, watching his reaction curiously. He frowned and sighed.
" So, either way I had nothing to worry about." The spiky haired man pouted and I giggled. I felt better but a hug sounded nice.
" L?"
" Hm?"
" Can I have a hug?"
" No, you'd expose your underwear." He pointed, reminding me that I was wearing less than I ever dared to wear around Avent.
" So? I don't care."
" I do." L intervened, staring hard into the multicolored flame. I wondered if I could get him to not care.
" Please? Just a hug? My underwear's cute and covers." Maybe this wasn't the easiest thing to negotiate about. I continued when he didn't respond.
" I'll give you one anyway." Ha! He couldn't fight that.
" Fleur..." Before I had the chance to protest, he picked up my drink from my hands and set it on the floor beside him, lifted me up, and started carrying me.
" Where are you taking me?" This wasn't the hug I wanted.
" You're body is going to adjust to the time change again and you will need your sleep." I wasn't used to being in the middle of drunk and sober-closer to drunk, before. My head was fuzzy, and although I could think straight... I felt farther away from thought. In the end of my deep confuzzle, I came to the conclusion that I'd cling to L, and hugged my arms around his neck.
" That means you need to sleep too." I retorted.
" If I do, then you'll either have to get more clothes on or I'll sleep in another room." His attempted reason had a loop hole that I targeted.
" Or I could just not let go of you while you're putting me down."
" Fleur, what am I to you?" For a moment right after those words... I sobered up and that short moment was all I seemed to need.
" To me... you are the only person I can think of that I can trust. Actually and seriously trust... but what kind of question is that, Deneuve? Why ask a question when you already know the answer?" Then the moment left and a lopsided grin replaced my expression as if I had dissociative identity disorder.
" Do you really not want to see my underwear?" By now, even in my state of liquor saturation, I could tell that he was waiting for me to pass out.
" Fleur, if you want me to stay with you then I'll have to ask you to keep on...whatever clothing you have on, and stay underneath this blanket."
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By the time I finish my reasoning, she's already asleep and if it wasn't for the circumstances and that it was Fleur, I would've left her there to sleep alone. Frankly, Fleur was the last person I could do that to.
The next morning I woke up and froze. The young woman that had been sleeping next to me last night was still underneath the blanket but hugging my arm tightly.
Not wanting to wake her up, I simply sighed and lay back down. It wasn't so bad with her temperate form huddled so close to me. The only problem was that she smelled heavily of alcohol.
Fleur knit her eyebrows and turned to the side, releasing my arm and rolling over in her sleep, back to me only to push herself up on her left arm until she was sitting. After stretching out her arms and exposing her half covered back to me, she wrapped her arms around herself and I noted the goose bumps prickling their way up them. The underwear she had mentioned the morning before was light purple- maybe orchid and had the appearance of a soft material. I had seen more but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let her know that I was awake, so I just waited for her to wake up and get rid of what was probably a hangover.
": Orange juice.:" She mumbled and stood up with the blanket wrapped semi loosely around her as she left the room.
Whenever I did get sleep, I found that it was hard for me to wake up, especially when it meant that Fleur was nearby.
" Why didn't you tell me that you weren't real? Susie, I trusted you." She was talking to her hallucination.
" I'm sorry guys... but I'm going to have to ignore you from now on... or at least until Deneuve and I solve this case. When that time comes around, I'll have to get help- especially if this illness gets worse. Let me get my orange juice and get dressed, okay? I'm freezing." She sounded so young and exhausted.
Then there was a crash several minutes later and I got up and rushed into the kitchen.
" Mother fucking monkey mansion!" One of the first times I've ever heard her raise her voice. This meant that she had probably cut herself on whatever broke.
" I just wanted a glass of orange juice." She mumbled weakly when I saw her seated on the kitchen floor with one leg held up with her hands, she looked at her wound(s) with a wince.
" Stay away from the glass, Susie." Fleur chided and I glanced behind me.
" No one's there, Fleur."
" I know, okay. Just let me think that I'm not insane for awhile longer. Just until we finish the case."
" I've never heard you yell that loudly before. Is it serious?"
" No." She scowled at her foot as she searched for the glass pieces spread out over the small expanse of her heel and toe.
All that remark and reaction told me was that she wasn't going to cooperate with what I was going to do after I swept aside the glass until Watari entered the room and took care of the rest. I picked her up and walked over to the couch.
" Hey, what about my orange juice?" She pouted juvenile-y, not seeming to care about her scant state of dress. For a moment I had forgotten that she was practically naked under that blanket.
" Please cover yourself, Fleur, it's very distracting."
" So is the pain in my foot." She retorted as she laid back and tugged the blanket close around her, covering the black and orchid colored lingerie.
" I know and I'm trying to take care of it. Watari, get me some tweezers, disinfectant, water, and a towel." I subconsciously ordered as I examined her minimal, though obviously painful, injuries.
" Let go of my foot. I can deal with it, okay?" She tried pulling her foot away, but a look from me was all she needed to stop struggling and let me get the pieces out. Watari didn't take very long, and when he got back, I started on the shards in her foot.
For the most part she was quiet and I guessed that it was because she had finally gotten her orange juice and her hangover was gone. Around that time it meant that her pain tolerance was up now. Though every once in awhile I did catch a wince or two for some of the larger bits that had dug their way into the underside of her appendage.
" How did you manage to step on all this glass?" I inquired while removing a large piece and dropping it into the trash nearby.
" I wasn't thinking about it. It was there but it didn't seem like a danger to me. I heard a crashing noise and then Snap, Crackle, Popopain... I had glass in my foot and it hurt." She bit her lip as I pulled out another shard delicately, but quickly. The quicker I removed the pieces, the less painful it would be for her.
After taking out the last bits, she snatched the peroxide from me and poured some of it over the open wounds.
" I keep forgetting that I need to be more aware of my surroundings and that danger is something I need to look out for. No wonder I keep getting hurt." She hissed under her breath.
" Having difficulty sensing when you're in danger is a part of being schizophrenic. I remember reading that." I nodded as I bandaged up her foot. Even though I hadn't mentioned it in my request, Watari had still remembered that I would need them.
" Well, this is becoming a major setback." She frowned as I stood up and sighed.
" You should get dressed. We have work to do." I mumbled before escaping to the main room, full of my familiar computers and monitors. Not long after Fleur walked in (fully clothed) with coffee and stood beside me, glancing at me and then placing the mug on the desk beside me.
" Thanks for helping me. I put ten sugar cubes in it and some chocolate syrup. It's all mixed in." She had different ways of thanking people when it came to them helping her.
" You're welcome... why do you think that Susie and Bastien are the hallucinated people you see?"
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This was a good question. Sitting down and looking over to the young girl and her older brother, I pondered it.
" Susie has the personality I imagined I would have if I had grown up...differently, and as for Bastien. He's her older brother and wishes to protect her. I never had that as an only child and if I did, he would've been the one branded with the marks I have. They're pieces of a fantasy life I had created growing up, I guess. Made up to make me feel like I belonged to a family of sorts... had a place that wasn't full of horror and malice. Avarice and a decaying future." I didn't know where that had come from but it fit in with everything else to me.
" You're envious of other people's lives?"
" I think so. Makes sense to translate it that way, doesn't it? Of course it depends on whose life it is."
" It always depends." He agreed as he typed my way through the data he had gathered thus far.
" It would appear that that isn't quite true. Severino, Carpus, Cato, Vox, my father and the other three that were in that institute all had the same sort of schizophrenia, it seemed. That is very rare unless..." My brain was working overtime as I thought like a schizophrenic, which like a spider trying to connect the dots on a piece of paper rather than weave its web. I preferred not to think with my disorder unless I absolutely had to because I knew that using that would only make it harder to fight and get out of.
" You said they met up in the institution, right?" That was Bastien, he knew I could hear him. I had no choice, really. I was the only one that could and that meant I had to be able to hear him.
" Your father was a very manipulative man." He continued as I nodded subconsciously as I placed the pieces together.
" Hey, Watari, can you get me a beer? I need to think." I asked in almost a whisper. It seemed that I was fighting and thinking at the same time. It was a lot harder to separate real from fake than I had ever thought.
After I was able to grasp my beer, I pulled off the tab and threw back almost half the can.
" Alright, we know they met up in the asylum and that it was likely my father was the one in charge of them all having the same mind set. It would only make sense that the one that is most insane would be in charge of a thing like that. Look at Severino... he's the most brutal out of them all and was probably chosen by my father to be the second leader ten years later. Everything with my father was calculated and planned. Thought out and it always fell precisely as he set it. He picked the year, month, day, and even the hour I was born. When I was seven years old he branded me... he may not have planned his own death, but it isn't something I would doubt. The parts of the brain responsible for his thinking process may have deteriorated sooner and more potently than he had anticipated. That could be why he tried to kill me after he saw that I had witnessed what he had done."
" I wouldn't doubt that he also planned for Severino to start these killings ten years later with the other four to continue after he died or ended up back in the institution. He was prepared either way." Deneuve finished.
" Exactly. If I had died when I was seven... he would have won his immunity to sin and might have killed off the others so that he didn't have to share it with anyone else. He would have done that to be the only one singled out by God."
" That's a pretty twisted view of your father even if he had schizophrenia." He commented.
" I only had to know him for seven years to know everything there was to know as well as everything I needed to know about my father. I had to know in order to survive as long as I did."
" He killed you mother so he didn't have to leave the house for his next victim. He lived in an area where a killing would've just added another week of immunity and he could stay and keep an eye on you during that time." Bastien muttered." Had you not heard her and walked in on it." This meant that it was my survival that had led to this steady massacre and that I was basically responsible for the deaths of these people.
" Would he hide or search for more like himself?" Susie wondered.
" The latter but he'd find ones weaker than himself to use. Keep up the cycle, keep his immunity, and sustain- in the end... his control. In his mind God only really talks to him. Now that Aleron and the other three died. To him, if they fail... then God plans it." Hopefully, L could understand what Susie had said.
" What would happen if Bern had learned that God had planned for him to fail?" I blinked. He had a point.
" His world would fall apart and his mind would have to rebuild it differently, not to mention quickly, in order to not have him completely shut down. Eventually, he will unknowingly go that far anyways and end up like father." I answered.
' I'll end up like father.' Was what I didn't add. It was inevitable now. My schizophrenia may be helping us solve the case... but it was still schizophrenia. As easy as it would be to treat it was still incurable. It wasn't exactly something I liked to think about. Drinking more of my beer, I thought while staring at the screens. They made this place look so much more familiar and... habitual to me. I had always liked those computers ever since the first time I saw them. L had set them up almost perfectly. They were nearly the same as when we were in Tokyo.
My sudden spout of laughter scared me and I was silent for a moment. I needed to break something so I ran into the next room and looked around fervently.
Then I trashed the room.
I slammed the dresser to the floor, took a drawer from the ground and (with much effort) smashed every mirror I could find, and tossed the useless object to the floor. The urge to scream was overpowering. When I tore the blankets and sheets from the bed and grabbed the closest sharp item I could find (I think it was a broken shard of the dresser drawer I had just used) and jabbed the weapon into the mattress again and again until I couldn't see anything other than feathery white guts and springs.
Why couldn't it all just go away? The rare times the memories left me alone were when I was destroying something or working on a specific part of this case... being around that quirky detective in the other room helped too. When he was around my mind was usually clouded with either him or the case itself, but right now no one could help.
It didn't take long for me to run out of things to break and when I did I just sat there, actually crying now. I couldn't get the images out of my head and I knew almost immediately that I was having another episode. My scars were screaming and burning to the point where I was sure blood was going to start spewing from my back or that it had just been set on fire from a small spark of the memories of the day he killed mom and tried to kill me- I just had to stop thinking.
" Jezebel...?" My breath caught and my eyes widened as I shakily looked up to see myself- no... it was my mom. Her hair was longer than mine, even at forty. She had always been remembered as a young kind of woman. Her eyes were larger than mine too as if they had never aged with her. Tears seared down my face even as I smiled and ran over, hugging her tightly in fear she would disappear.
" I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm so sorry. I-I should have known he wasn't better and that he had stopped taking his lithium. And I'm sorry I killed him, I know you loved him even if he was sick." Sniffling like a child, I hugged her tighter.
" Jezebel..." That wasn't her voice, and I snapped out of it and realized that I was no longer embracing my mother, but rather someone male.
" You saw your mother? It wasn't a good idea for you to have pushed yourself earlier. Did you hurt yourself at all?" It was L. His deep near purr of a murmur was slightly disappointing yet soothing and comforting in its own way.
" No, I just had an episode."
" Yes, because of you using the schizophrenic part of your mind."I shook my head.
" There is no schizophrenic part of my mind, Deneuve. The disorder is there already as a whole. I've had it for too long. The longer I have it, the more often and worse the hallucinations and episodes will get...without treatment but treatment will make me and everything around me boring."
Four months passed before we found any recent trace of Severino. Even then it wasn't a trace as much as it was an inkling that he had found three other people like him and manipulated them into thinking the same thing that my father had tricked me into thinking and I was already even more of a mess than before. During that time, however, we had also found out where he had been this whole time and which hospital he had basically stolen these patients from. We had been able to pin point his location and send a SWAT team over to arrest him. At the same time we stopped him from killing his third victim- or the twelfth if you want to get all technical.
Today I was sitting on the couch back in Tokyo with L typing away in search of his next case and I was wondering if any of it had ever really happened at all. I was dubious of my mind and myself because I knew that I could no longer really trust my either. So, instead of thinking about that... I focused on my heart.
" Hey, L?"
He looked up from his work and over at me. When I glanced at the clock, I noticed that I had been sitting here zoning out for about an hour now without saying a word.
" Yes, Fleur?" He had learned quite some time ago that calling me by my birth name was a bad idea because I'd mistake him for one of my parents... and yes I said one. My father had popped up a few times while we were solving the case and he made me not only fear for my life but had also started up one of my hyperventilating panic attacks with the tears running down my face, runny nose, and everything. All of those times that had happened L had been there for me to cling to while he attempted to calm me down.
Safe to say he no longer forgot to call me Fleur... and Myles every now and again for the fun of it, I was sure.
" What am I to you?"
" That depends." That was my answer. I pouted at him while waiting for him to explain himself.
" I see you as a most trusted friend, partner... and someone I love very much." A smile took over my face and I beamed like a drunk newborn child. If he wasn't joking and my mind wasn't screwing with me, than I had just become the happiest little schizo in the world.
" Is that so?" I tested, and he nodded.
" Yes, I have no reason not to. Why are you smiling like that?" For a genius, he could be kind of stupid sometimes, but I just shrugged that off and said.
" I guess it's because I love you too." Not even my father's mental hologram could take this away from me.
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From the first time I met her to this day Fleur has always been able to surprise me and make me think, but right now I couldn't think. I knew she trusted me since she frequently walked around nearly naked, but the thought of her actually loving me wasn't something I had ever thought I'd hear her say...ever.
She had become more unstable mentally, yes, but it didn't matter to me because I knew I loved her and now just a few seconds ago that she felt the same about me.
Fleur stood up and looked around and I worried for a moment that she had heard another voice that only she herself could hear. I was afraid for a moment that she had delved once again into her insanity and wouldn't come back. Just like a few weeks ago.
Her most recent momentary loss of sanity happened around then. After she had talked to Severino and to this day I berate myself for ever letting her into the same room with that psychopathic schizophrenic. He had no doubt twisted up her mind more, having known who she was within his first glance. Surprisingly, he had been the youngest out of them all, but he was also the second most experienced with his trade. He was a businessman for cover and did his job well and when he brought that into his other 'job'... he was professional. That was hard to think about in its self. A young man that worked as a businessman as a cover, knew how to manipulate for a living, and heard what he thought was ' God'...
Instead I found she was looking for Watari.
" Let's celebrate!" Of course she would say something like that because it involved drinking. I needed to stop fixating on when she would once again have an episode and started screaming for her life and the lives of others. I had never known someone that feared their father so much and hated their past as much as this mixed up girl in front of me did. Even as she helped Watari set it up and bring out the drinks and an amount of cakes and treats that I had never seen out all at once before in my life (which was saying something). She sat down on the couch and patted the spot beside her.
" To love and justice!" She smiled again, seeming much happier than usual, meaning much happier than I was used to seeing from her. I didn't have a problem with it at all, though. It was wonderful to see her so estatic and I hoped that it wasn't a one-time thing. Her smile made me want to smile, and I only ever really got that feeling from her.
I blinked with wide eyes when I felt someone flick my forehead and was met with brown orbs.
" I smell worry and it stinks." She frowned while sticking her tongue out at me. Sometimes it was scary when she knew what was going through my head. I preferred the opposite. Knowing meant you had the advantage.
" Here, have a drink and loosen up. You need it more than both of us since you never do." She offered with a joke.
She was right, I guessed. It was over, but it had taken forever, it seemed. Actually accepting the can, I popped the tab, and stared into the drink's ugly brown hue. Flashbacking seconds before I took a drink. Severino yelling and bellowing curses and scriptures from the bible, Fleur sitting there in silent consternation at the sight she didn't appear to ever expect to see.
" We won? They're all gone..." I remember hearing her murmur inattentively as she could do no more than stare at his threateningly irascible face, eyes searing whatever they saw.
" They can't get you, Fleur. None of them will ever be able to hurt you again." She had looked over to her right as if seeing Susie or Bastien there. Had they said something? Should I have asked her what it was that they had said? I, of course, didn't because I didn't want to remind her that they didn't exist in reality. Fleur didn't look as though she believed in reality then... or now even.
" Hey." Brought me back again. I really was worrying about Fleur and her mental state... how it wavered so dangerously and unpredictably.
" Drink up and live a little. We solved a case and saved lives." How many had she had? Her eyes didn't seem glazed, but her voice was off.
" You know, now that I think about it... I owe you my life." She started." Yeah, without you I'd still be in Marseille, France dealing with Avent and his horribly boring typicalness. I'd be stuck fearing for my life everyday and still, to this very day and so on, be fearful of sleeping at night like a regular person. Without you ...I'd be miserable." She gulped down the remainder of a daiquiri and I had another flash of the first time she came here.
" So, you're really going to stay?" This question obviously surprised her, and she glanced at me with a slight smile before opening her next beer. She never was consistent with anything she did unless it meant solving the case that had haunted her incessantly for an entire decade.
" Of course I'm going to stay. Didn't you hear a word of what I said? You helped me, I helped you. You saved my life, and I fell in love with you and all that other good stuff. Yes, I'm staying and you'll never be able to truly get rid of me. You're stuck with me until the zombiepocalypse." The strawberry blonde woman giggled.
" And you know what the best and most fantabulistic part is?" Oh no, she was using those words again.
" There's something better than everything else you just mentioned?" My curiosity was killing me.
" The zombiepocalpse will never come." Then she kissed me and for the rest of the night we talked and celebrated the end of the most detestable case I had ever taken on. After some time, she fell asleep sprawled out on the couch and I went back to searching for our next interesting endeavor.
The perfect end to what would seem impossible to perfect... which meant something was off and that we were missing or forgetting something that we had either underestimated or overlooked.
I turned my gaze to Fleur's sleeping form and realized almost immediately what it was.
She had to go and get help soon or else she'd end up like the people she talked about in her work.
Fin
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Somewhat of a cliff hanger, I know... but I'm not sorry because I'm preparing my sequel and have even already started it. In fact, I began writing it before I started on ' In My Hands the Means'. I wrote this story before it because I felt that if I started the other one first, it would be missing a whole lot of things that this story provided for all of you reading this story.
The next chapter holds all the things I told you I'd translate in the final chapter of this story plus a preview of ' In My Heart the Will'. I hope you enjoyed this story and I'll be looking forward to your reviews. Until then ...Au revoir.