The Divinest Sense

"Much Madness is Divinest Sense" –Emily Dickinson

Chapter 2:

Alfie was sleeping soundly in his bed as far as Jerome saw so he silently opened their room's door and walked out. He crept down the halls, making his way to the cellar a few doors down. The halls could be a bit creepy a night. All the lights were off except for the emergency lights that appeared at each end of the corridor and because of this the place didn't look as clean or pure, especially in this hall. This hall was basically a hellhole because the occasional inspector would never make their way to the back of the building after seeing the pristine front. Jerome liked living in the back, though. He would be able to do and say things he would never be allowed to in the front. Plus, it was closer to the Sibuna meeting place.

Yes, he was a part of Sibuna, the unspeakable gang. In fact, he was one of the go-to murderers inside it. He didn't make the calls for the killings, though. He usually got information from Patricia or Joy on who was to be killed. He didn't know if one of them was the unknown leader, but if he had to guess, he'd say it was Joy.

Joy, whether or not the leader, was high up in the gang's system. There was all these levels and branches to it. For example, Jerome being the most frequent murderer used was probably 4 or 5 'levels' away from the Ring leader. Nobody knew exactly what 'level' they were on, but they could take a good guess.

Being as high up as he was, Jerome knew who was in the organization, or at least most of them. No one could be completely sure since it was all so secretive and such, but he had a pretty good idea.

The "Pretty Boy", as most called him, was pretty impressed with the program. It had lasted for several years and almost no one knew exactly who was in it so nobody could pin blame on individuals. Well, that wasn't completely true. Everyone knew that Joy Mercer was in the gang and high up too, but not a single person would ever tell nurses or guards or harm her. Because if they did, all hell would break loose and a mass-murder would most likely occur.

Jerome reached the cellar door and snatched the key from a plotted plant nearby. He quickly unlocked, relocking it as soon as he stepped through the threshold.

The stairs creaked slightly beneath him as he gracefully walked down them. The cellar wasn't much of a difference from the hall he had just walked down, but it was slightly creepier. Jerome slid a hand through his hair nervously as he made it to the bottom. He waited.

"Jerome. Thank you for joining us. Joy will be here in a few minutes," Patricia's voice rang out through the darkness. He followed after it and soon came to a stop in front of her. She held a lantern in her hand so she and he could see. She had a weird look on her face that told Jerome that he would definitely be killing someone tonight. He smiled at her.

"Well, cut to the chase. Who will it be tonight," He asked, humor streaked his tone. His hand flinched towards the matches in his pocket in an excited way. It felt so long since he burned one.

She laughed, "You know me too well. You know Fabian Rutter?"

Jerome scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, "You want me to kill him?"

"No," she narrowed her eyes in a devious way.

"I want you to kill his girlfriend."

~*~*~The Divinest Sense~*~*~

The feeling of pleasure roared through Mara's body. She was going to do it; she was going to give it to him. She sighed as he bit the sensitive skin that joined her neck and shoulder and warmth spread throughout her. She ran her fingers up and down his back and finally tugged at the hem of his shirt. Understanding what she wanted, he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Mara looked into his eyes and smiled as she traced her hands from the top of jeans over his hard stomach and chest and pressed them into his shoulders. She leaned into him and brought her lips to his. They were warm and moist and just so delicious. She licked across his bottom lip, wanting to explore the inside of his mouth. He opened his mouth just as he laid her back down on his bed.

Mick's hand found her breasts and gave them a squeeze, making Mara moan into his mouth. He tweaked her hardening nipples and massaged her fleshy mounds. Mara gasped as she felt warmth swirl and tightened in the pit of her stomach and warmth leaked into her panties. A weird, but glorious sensation traveled inside her and she decided she couldn't back any longer.

"Off," she said, tugging at his jeans. He grinned and slowly glided them down his legs to tease her. She groaned in frustration and ripped her skirt off. Mick chuckled.

"Excited, are we Babes?"

She was about to answer when she saw a piece of paper, that had fallen out of his jeans, on the bed beside them.

"What's this?" Mara pressed her dark brows together as she saw what it was. She grabbed for it, but he beat her to it.

"Nothing," he whispered. He tried to kiss her again, but she was suddenly turned off.

"It's not nothing!" She snatched it out of his hands. Her breath hitched at the realization of what it was.

"A plane ticket!?"

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