(Sorry about the wait kiddies. This was a hard chapter to do because I
didn't know what to write, but the rest I believe will go much smoother.)
Back at Kong Studios, Lucia was in the restroom putting on the same outfit she had on the night before. She sat on the sink, pulling the tight black jeans up her thighs and reaching for the camouflage tanktop. She grabbed the shirt, but as soon as she did she noticed the heart locket around her neck. Lucia seemed to stare at it, raising it to eye level and caressing it lovingly, with regret in her eyes. It's ruby heart shinned in the artificial room lights, like a star in the palm of her hand.
The door suddenly opened, and Lucia sprang to her feet, realizing what she was doing.
Murdoc walked in, wearing just a pair of brown jeans, and a cigarette
in hand. His eyes were narrowed, and a thin smirk was on his face. Lucia arched an eyebrow as she pulled the wallet chain out from her underwear.
"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer." She growled embarrassingly.
Murdoc chuckled. "You do realize that this is a male restroom?"
"I was aware." Lucia slipped on the tanktop, pulling it roughly over her breasts and straightening the folds.
"Kay..." Murdoc sucked in the cigarette smoke and rolled his eyes. He walked over to another sink table and sat down.
Lucia smirked and changed her voice to a Californian surfer. "So what's up bro?"
"I realized by this morning's little occurrence, that I wasn't thinking entirely straight last night." Lucia looked up at him curiously, stopping what she was doing. "I want to know more about what you said."
"Oh." She strapped the choker around her neck.
"For starters, I realized that you committed a crime-that is pretty easy to slip up on."
"What d'you mean?"
"Well, if the guy saw you-"
"He didn't. I hit him too hard."
"Then if Brittany saw you-"
"I already told you, Murdoc, she won't. Whether she ever loved me or not, she's too cowardly to go after me. I've been running away from the law since the day I hit puberty! I won't get caught now, and she knows that. I'll kill her if she does."
Murdoc shifted the cigarette to his other hand. "Then why did you let her live last night?"
Lucia's upper lip twitched and she looked down at the ground. "I...She didn't do anything wrong."
"Um-"
"I don't know! I just...It's different. Cheating on someone and ratting on them is different when it comes to death. You know that." She shrugged, wrapping the spiked bracelet around her wrist.
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry, I was just asking, because I really wouldn't want...you know...you to get caught." He sucked harder on the cigarette, the tip glowing bright red. "What about the guy? You sure he wouldn't have one idea who you were?"
"I don't think so. He never saw me in the dark, so according to him I could be anyone."
"If it was so dark, how did you recognize Britt and him?"
"Light from the bar. Plus, I saw her go out with him."
Murdoc's eyes narrowed. "You saw him?"
"Yeah." She splashed a small bit of water on her face to rub off the tearstains on her cheek from the night before. "He was like...this tall, arty guy. You know-all black, shinny black hair, goatee, small black glasses, and this dark mocha skin. He was like a vampire. His presence was almost death-like, yet his personality spoke joy and warmth." Murdoc cocked an eyebrow, and Lucia giggled. "Wow, Scary Faery sure is a psychotic poet."
"Forget that bitch. You talked to him?"
"Hell no. I saw him with Britt."
"Hang on, where were you in all of this?"
Lucia shrugged again. "Well...I'd had a few drinks. Seven shots of Scotch and Vodka as a matter of fact...So...I was dancing on the table tops like a stripper-Although I remained clothed and all."
"Obviously."
"So anyway, I was watching Britt and-Hey can I get one of your--?" She pointed to Murdoc's cigarette. He nodded, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a 666 filter, handing it to her. "I saw this guy walk in. And Britt was all interested in him. It seemed as though she didn't want me to notice-" Murdoc held up a lighter and lit the ashy tip of the filter. Lucia took a long drag, sighed, and blew the smoke out comfortingly. "Because she was acting so anxious and flinching. She didn't want either of us to know that the other one existed. Real original. It was strange, but I ended up just sitting on the table completely wiped out, when I saw Britt leave with him out the back exit to the alley."
"Yeah?"
"So, I just got up off the table, as if all the alcohol erased itself, and followed them. I opened the door to look around, but at first I couldn't see anything. Then I saw her, going down on him like some little porn slut. He seemed to be enjoying himself, at least for the first half. At first I was shocked, you know, like the steps to death or something. I couldn't think, at least not straight anyway, and I felt this hot, fiery force crunch my body. I was shaking all over, over powered by hate. Then I reached into my back pocket and got my switchblade out. I just ran and tackled the mother fucker; I hit him, till my hands were covered in blood. He didn't even know what happened." Lucia giggled. "Brittany was screaming, jumping up and down like some circus monkey, freaking out to no extent. Then the next thing that happened was I felt my blade ram into his crotch." She licked her lips. "It would have been very satisfying if it hadn't been for the fact that there was a witness."
"Oh..." Murdoc leaned against the mirror.
"Yep. The guy just lied there bleeding, and I got up, and grabbed Britt by her shirt. She was so scared, she was crying. I pointed the knife at her throat, and it seemed like she stopped breathing, waiting for me. I just kept staring at her, and I didn't know what to do. Kill her-end it all and cover up my legacy once again, or let her live and get caught. So..."
"You let her live."
"I just took threw her back on the ground, jumped on my bike and took off. Then in one hour I was at your front porch. Good enough information?"
"Great." Murdoc chuckled again and put out the cigarette in the damp sink water. "So you're sure, huh? You really think Brittany's going to keep her bloody mouth shut?"
"Positive."
"Right then." He got up, and walked to the door, opening it. Lucia followed him, with the cigarette between her teeth and her hands in her pockets. They walked down the hall.
"By the way," Lucia said. "Cool band. A little wimpy though, but they'll do fine."
"Yeah." Murdoc took another cigarette from his pocket.
"That blue-haired one-2D-you called him? I like him."
"Yep." He searched for his lighter.
"He's cute-don't you think?"
"Uh-huh..." He wasn't really listening to her.
***
In a small and dark apartment at the edge of Manchester, a depressed lesbian sat o her bed, a marijuana joint between her fingers. Brittany was breathing hard, her leg kicking slightly, as she thought in panic with her other hand under her chin. She lit the joint and took it up to her lips, sucking a long drag, and held her breath.
There was a knock at the door, and a male voice came from the other side. "Police! Miss Combs open up."
Brittany's eyes went wide and she jumped off the bed, still holding her breath and running to her closet. She opened the hamper door, blew the smoke out, and closed it fast. She sniffed, running her hands over the wrinkles in her shirt, and walked calmly to the door.
Outside, the police stood impatiently, and were about to knock again when the door opened. Brittany stepped out, closing the door behind her and swallowing.
"Hey guys." Brittany said.
***
Manchester Police Department. In the back, and office door was open, and Detective Dave Brim stood awaiting his witness. He didn't have to for very long, because soon two officers came and infront of them was Brittany. When she looked at the detective, her facial expression turned into complete loathing, and she sneered.
"Hey Detective Brim! My favorite guy." She smiled sarcastically.
"Yes Miss Combs." He could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and it annoyed him. "I'll be blunt. You know why you're here, so let's not play games." He put his hands on the desk and leaned in closer to her. "Where is Lucia?"
Brittany cocked an eyebrow, a small, impressed smirk on her face. "Wow. That was really scary. I'm compelled."
"Miss Combs-"
"Listen, 'Mr. Dave', I'm not some fucking robot! I've been arrested before, and I know that your strategy to get me to answer is completely unrealistic. Try something else."
Brim's lip twitched, and he rubbed his eyes with his hands. "Brittany...we really need your help. We'll give you anything you want, just promise you'll come clean. That's all. I swear, if you tell us where she is, because I know you know something, I swear you'll never regret it."
Brittany had been given a chair and she sat down infront of his desk to where the detective and her were eye level. She listened to his words, noticing his desperate tone. He needed her, and she'd make him work like a dog. Lucia wasn't that good of a cover-up. The bitch couldn't just get away with it, leaving Brittany to feel guilty her whole life. Yes, she knew what she had to do.
"Alright Brim, I'll help you."
Back at Kong Studios, Lucia was in the restroom putting on the same outfit she had on the night before. She sat on the sink, pulling the tight black jeans up her thighs and reaching for the camouflage tanktop. She grabbed the shirt, but as soon as she did she noticed the heart locket around her neck. Lucia seemed to stare at it, raising it to eye level and caressing it lovingly, with regret in her eyes. It's ruby heart shinned in the artificial room lights, like a star in the palm of her hand.
The door suddenly opened, and Lucia sprang to her feet, realizing what she was doing.
Murdoc walked in, wearing just a pair of brown jeans, and a cigarette
in hand. His eyes were narrowed, and a thin smirk was on his face. Lucia arched an eyebrow as she pulled the wallet chain out from her underwear.
"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer." She growled embarrassingly.
Murdoc chuckled. "You do realize that this is a male restroom?"
"I was aware." Lucia slipped on the tanktop, pulling it roughly over her breasts and straightening the folds.
"Kay..." Murdoc sucked in the cigarette smoke and rolled his eyes. He walked over to another sink table and sat down.
Lucia smirked and changed her voice to a Californian surfer. "So what's up bro?"
"I realized by this morning's little occurrence, that I wasn't thinking entirely straight last night." Lucia looked up at him curiously, stopping what she was doing. "I want to know more about what you said."
"Oh." She strapped the choker around her neck.
"For starters, I realized that you committed a crime-that is pretty easy to slip up on."
"What d'you mean?"
"Well, if the guy saw you-"
"He didn't. I hit him too hard."
"Then if Brittany saw you-"
"I already told you, Murdoc, she won't. Whether she ever loved me or not, she's too cowardly to go after me. I've been running away from the law since the day I hit puberty! I won't get caught now, and she knows that. I'll kill her if she does."
Murdoc shifted the cigarette to his other hand. "Then why did you let her live last night?"
Lucia's upper lip twitched and she looked down at the ground. "I...She didn't do anything wrong."
"Um-"
"I don't know! I just...It's different. Cheating on someone and ratting on them is different when it comes to death. You know that." She shrugged, wrapping the spiked bracelet around her wrist.
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry, I was just asking, because I really wouldn't want...you know...you to get caught." He sucked harder on the cigarette, the tip glowing bright red. "What about the guy? You sure he wouldn't have one idea who you were?"
"I don't think so. He never saw me in the dark, so according to him I could be anyone."
"If it was so dark, how did you recognize Britt and him?"
"Light from the bar. Plus, I saw her go out with him."
Murdoc's eyes narrowed. "You saw him?"
"Yeah." She splashed a small bit of water on her face to rub off the tearstains on her cheek from the night before. "He was like...this tall, arty guy. You know-all black, shinny black hair, goatee, small black glasses, and this dark mocha skin. He was like a vampire. His presence was almost death-like, yet his personality spoke joy and warmth." Murdoc cocked an eyebrow, and Lucia giggled. "Wow, Scary Faery sure is a psychotic poet."
"Forget that bitch. You talked to him?"
"Hell no. I saw him with Britt."
"Hang on, where were you in all of this?"
Lucia shrugged again. "Well...I'd had a few drinks. Seven shots of Scotch and Vodka as a matter of fact...So...I was dancing on the table tops like a stripper-Although I remained clothed and all."
"Obviously."
"So anyway, I was watching Britt and-Hey can I get one of your--?" She pointed to Murdoc's cigarette. He nodded, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a 666 filter, handing it to her. "I saw this guy walk in. And Britt was all interested in him. It seemed as though she didn't want me to notice-" Murdoc held up a lighter and lit the ashy tip of the filter. Lucia took a long drag, sighed, and blew the smoke out comfortingly. "Because she was acting so anxious and flinching. She didn't want either of us to know that the other one existed. Real original. It was strange, but I ended up just sitting on the table completely wiped out, when I saw Britt leave with him out the back exit to the alley."
"Yeah?"
"So, I just got up off the table, as if all the alcohol erased itself, and followed them. I opened the door to look around, but at first I couldn't see anything. Then I saw her, going down on him like some little porn slut. He seemed to be enjoying himself, at least for the first half. At first I was shocked, you know, like the steps to death or something. I couldn't think, at least not straight anyway, and I felt this hot, fiery force crunch my body. I was shaking all over, over powered by hate. Then I reached into my back pocket and got my switchblade out. I just ran and tackled the mother fucker; I hit him, till my hands were covered in blood. He didn't even know what happened." Lucia giggled. "Brittany was screaming, jumping up and down like some circus monkey, freaking out to no extent. Then the next thing that happened was I felt my blade ram into his crotch." She licked her lips. "It would have been very satisfying if it hadn't been for the fact that there was a witness."
"Oh..." Murdoc leaned against the mirror.
"Yep. The guy just lied there bleeding, and I got up, and grabbed Britt by her shirt. She was so scared, she was crying. I pointed the knife at her throat, and it seemed like she stopped breathing, waiting for me. I just kept staring at her, and I didn't know what to do. Kill her-end it all and cover up my legacy once again, or let her live and get caught. So..."
"You let her live."
"I just took threw her back on the ground, jumped on my bike and took off. Then in one hour I was at your front porch. Good enough information?"
"Great." Murdoc chuckled again and put out the cigarette in the damp sink water. "So you're sure, huh? You really think Brittany's going to keep her bloody mouth shut?"
"Positive."
"Right then." He got up, and walked to the door, opening it. Lucia followed him, with the cigarette between her teeth and her hands in her pockets. They walked down the hall.
"By the way," Lucia said. "Cool band. A little wimpy though, but they'll do fine."
"Yeah." Murdoc took another cigarette from his pocket.
"That blue-haired one-2D-you called him? I like him."
"Yep." He searched for his lighter.
"He's cute-don't you think?"
"Uh-huh..." He wasn't really listening to her.
***
In a small and dark apartment at the edge of Manchester, a depressed lesbian sat o her bed, a marijuana joint between her fingers. Brittany was breathing hard, her leg kicking slightly, as she thought in panic with her other hand under her chin. She lit the joint and took it up to her lips, sucking a long drag, and held her breath.
There was a knock at the door, and a male voice came from the other side. "Police! Miss Combs open up."
Brittany's eyes went wide and she jumped off the bed, still holding her breath and running to her closet. She opened the hamper door, blew the smoke out, and closed it fast. She sniffed, running her hands over the wrinkles in her shirt, and walked calmly to the door.
Outside, the police stood impatiently, and were about to knock again when the door opened. Brittany stepped out, closing the door behind her and swallowing.
"Hey guys." Brittany said.
***
Manchester Police Department. In the back, and office door was open, and Detective Dave Brim stood awaiting his witness. He didn't have to for very long, because soon two officers came and infront of them was Brittany. When she looked at the detective, her facial expression turned into complete loathing, and she sneered.
"Hey Detective Brim! My favorite guy." She smiled sarcastically.
"Yes Miss Combs." He could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and it annoyed him. "I'll be blunt. You know why you're here, so let's not play games." He put his hands on the desk and leaned in closer to her. "Where is Lucia?"
Brittany cocked an eyebrow, a small, impressed smirk on her face. "Wow. That was really scary. I'm compelled."
"Miss Combs-"
"Listen, 'Mr. Dave', I'm not some fucking robot! I've been arrested before, and I know that your strategy to get me to answer is completely unrealistic. Try something else."
Brim's lip twitched, and he rubbed his eyes with his hands. "Brittany...we really need your help. We'll give you anything you want, just promise you'll come clean. That's all. I swear, if you tell us where she is, because I know you know something, I swear you'll never regret it."
Brittany had been given a chair and she sat down infront of his desk to where the detective and her were eye level. She listened to his words, noticing his desperate tone. He needed her, and she'd make him work like a dog. Lucia wasn't that good of a cover-up. The bitch couldn't just get away with it, leaving Brittany to feel guilty her whole life. Yes, she knew what she had to do.
"Alright Brim, I'll help you."