It was a freezing spring morning in London 2010, the streets were bustling with daily activities. People would traverse the alley ways into local businesses or places of work. The sidewalk was populated everyday by common city pedestrians who are full of youth and vigor. Young children would play ball in neighborhood parks under the supervision of their parents. It smelled like flowery perfume and smoky fumes. People Walk around fearful of circumstance but joyful for the small things they are blessed with. However something deranged. Unknown to the populis, a murder had just been covered behind the guise of a holiday out of town.
Instead, She lay cold on the floor tiles unmoving, illuminated by a glow of dusty light fixtures that had been moved an inch because a mysterious figure looms above her creating a phantom shadow; like a scene out of a disturbing film. Her soulless jade eyes reflecting the eyes of the person she let too close to her frail heart. A vinyl sheet is expanded upon her empty shell before lifting her up bridal off of the bathroom floor towards a chiller.
The look of surprise fixated onto her beautiful face, as if she believed that it was her fault, yet a hint of sadness from the discovery of betrayal graced her lips. Behind the scenes it's all documented by an estranged source across from the area, they may be the only one who can stop this horrific monster who is beginning to understand something about the world, that taboos are meant to be broken.
Yesterday-
A small sum of men stood out by a Newspaper parler in the rays of sunshine that peaked the misky gray clouds that could only be expected in London as it rained throughout the year there. These men were reading the sunday times In Front of the apartment complex.
"Hmmm, it seems like 'the Cenotaph war memorial and statue of Winston Churchill are now vandalized too?' This is bollocks, how could they have enough time", said the small man with the pink overcoat, His face was scrunched up in a pissed off look. The reaction that did on the other men was priceless as they all thought he was going to kill someone...
Another person to the right of the bench he was on wore a white tie with a button down formal business suit and said "Ohh, look ''. He turned over the newspaper that displayed an expensive transport vehicle, "I saw this on the News! "an automobile transporting thy highness, The Prince of Wales and The Duchess of Cornwall was attacked". The man to his left sitting clenched his knuckles. Opposite him on the bench was a man with a red cap that read, 'Onlookers beware' was distraught, The other men looked at him in concern because they knew each other very well as they went to school together.
Reference to this fanfic not taking place in the normal canon jojo universe and real life as this is another dimension that is supposed to give the readers a different perspective.
"Well did you hear about this on the News'' he started. Another man spoke up and said "'The coalition government won a vote somehow in the House of Commons, to raise the cap on the university tuition fees in England to £11,000 with a majority of 21, meaning schooling will be much more attractive to overseas exchange students because they get to get in at £8,000.' What bloody trash nosince is this".
It became quiet all around. "It's sure getting pricey nowadays". "OHH NOOO!", a young adult man suddenly spert aloud while staring at the pavement. "You've got to be kidding with me", the other man looked to their right to see a quiet, Bizarre figure in the shady area next to them holding a pamphlet purple as a lavender flower.
He had short hair with a Large ebony denim cloak that had jade green arrows that looked like bones facing towards his chest. 'Hmm The arrows went along his shoulders back to his nape. It came with long pants so rusty and black shaded that if the man was a robot, why would swear he had always been there, hang on, how long has he been there?' was the thoughts of most of the startled men.
His long pants came with dozens of pockets that seemed unneeded; they were fitted on his thick belt. His coat was open to show a bow tie of dark navy color and a red singlet. "Pardon me, It's that you had me shocked because I was just about to fill in the form to go to university and I didnt know of the fees that had risen". He then faced them with his entire face shadowed. Everybody just accepted the answer before getting back to what they were reading, a little unnerved.
The fellow with the overcoat had a car stop by him, its window slowly came down and a beautiful damsel said "Hurry up and get in, or you'll miss the surprise. The estranged person also stood up with the other guy and looked at his wrist that had no watch on it. The two men stood at exactly the same time.
"Ooh, it's already the afternoon". He walked away. The man with the overcoat said "Who was that Lunatic?", referring to the guy who was once in the shade and now gone. Then he opened the passenger door to greet his lover before jumping in.
Somewhere else an hour later
A woman is holding a set of silver bracelets as beautiful as the moon matching the color of her hair within hand. She is staring at them with a blank expression to transform into utter hatred incarnate 'I just wish you never left me for that other family dad, how could you'.
"I'm home," said someone at the door. "Hey". She had moved sultrolly a bit to greet her boyfriend With her lovely smile when he walked into the lounge space of the apartment they shared. The man with the arrows pointing towards the chest walked in, "good evening Cillia, sorry for my late arrival". He walked up to the couch and got on one knee.
She then sprung off and she was caught in the man's embrace, before being sat back down on his knee. "How was work?", Cillia said with a foxy grin. "Well, my boss had made some new arrangements for me, a new client had recently brought a very old film that there had been only a couple made, and I also had brought dinner. '' He said changing the subject.
He reached for the cup of water that was still full from the cup holder that was adjustable with the couch. It was warm because it had been left there at the beginning of the day. She turned her waste to face him in a comedic fashion that made him gag a little. It especially made his face go red because she had still been sitting on his leg and he could feel the cushions of his girlfriend rotating around. "Hehe, well, it sure was something else, I'm pretty tired so I hope you don't mind if ya go to bed early".
His response was to give her another tight hug and a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "I'll be up soon, I advise you to be conscious enough to have a shower with me by the time I'm up". 'He then went up stairs afterwards while Cillia stayed down stairs on the couch'. Each apartment building in that city area was 51 stories up and each floor had 2 floors per living space so that there was plenty of room to live.
Cilia was bored of watching the television, the show was about prisons and how people can imprison someone in their mind. Her boyfriend had been in the other office space trying to deliver contacts between his company and the old rich guy.
She sauntered over to the dining table where her boyfriend's letter he had left. Probaby to be thrown away as she had been watching the news. Seeing as she had nothing else to do, she had discreetly opened the letter to pear at the enrollment form for the university. She had taken the paper over to the paper trash bin but did not scrunch it in case he was still planning on going.
As she turned around, she felt something under the mat with her feet when rotating. when she got down to lift the mat, she had seen an apartment key that looked like the one to the apartment floor below there's.
She bit her lip and moved towards the cupboard door with the keys. Her boyfriend was cheating on her, they had been together for 8 months. 'There was still faint chatter in the background of him speaking on the phone. She moved towards the safe that withheld money kept locked away for her boyfriend to go to Uni, saved together by them through the months they've been together. She tears up a bit because the thought of him seeing another woman even knows she was alright for an open relationship without telling her. She remembered how she was before she met him. Flashback.
She was beyond the right state of mind, literally on the verge of insanity and before she knew it, she began stealing from old ladies in other districts like a road man without morals and stashing mariwana. Old ladies were one of the most easiest ways to make cash for her as they couldn't stop you themselves. One day after accidentally injuring an old woman because she tried to stop her from running away down some stairs. She decided to buy a movie at a DVD store. She had wanted to see 'The Tourist'.
What happened next was only out of instinctual curiosity because the man at the till was a bizarre looking individual who also looked rather intimidating. She came over to him and handed him the DVD case. She knew that she looked like a delinquent so she was quite confused when the man spoke up. "Johnny Depp ayy, a good choice in romantic films if I do say so myself". She blushed in embarrassment as she couldn't remember the last time she had to casually speak to someone other than buying weed. "Yeah, I guess so". The man looked up at her and gasped. 'Did he recognise her, no, I just brought his outfit today' she thought to herself.
"I'm sorry, but it's just that you are the most gorgeous girl I've seen come into this store". 'Her face goes red'. "I-i-i-i d-don't know what you mean". The man who she could now tell was her age looked in her face and said, "Well, normal people would do it differently but I decided to write a poem, may I read it to you". "Uh umm okay", she was speechless at that point. "As soon as I had seen you, everything I am and have ever been had flashed before my eyes, the as if heaven had drawn me back to the afterlife, And while ill was to my wits end, and I only hoped that the light at the end of the tunnel was not heaven but a silhouette of you. As I had fallen out of subconsciousness to see you coming my way, I was frightened to take another look as I would only be enraptured in your star jade gaze".
When he finished reading, he looked up to see that she was sobbing tears of joy. An emotion she had felt many times before but it had seemed different. 'Was this love'. She painted a bit at the realization of her childhood dream that had been forgotten about a while ago. Stangly while this was going on, two fat dudes were shoving each other outside of the store in a stout fashion. Their luber was pushing against one another for dominance. This was not noticed by the man and woman in the CD store at all as they could think about the other in front of them. End flashback.
She opened the safe with the pass code to find the money stacked perfectly, Cillia looking down again. She could recall that this kind of money was only ever able to happen because she managed to become a very good writer. Because of her past experiences, she managed to write a book about everything she ever had been until she met him. As she was dwelling in past memories, she decided to go to the apartment below to make sure she was not being paranoid. Luckly, when she got to the door there, it had an eviction notice that displayed that it was up for repair, particularly because of an old gas leak that had been fixed.
She presumed it was just his old apartment because she remembered something like that happening. She opened the door and investigated the entire apartment floor. First she moved to the closet room. This small, L-shaped kitchen has tile counters and a sink with porcelain fixtures. The floor is linoleum and the walls are painted and decorated with a wallpaper border. Light is provided by wall lamps and a ceiling light covered in cobwebs that stretched out across the ceiling. The room is done in autumn colors and overall has a quirky look. Like a halloween theme. She moved on to the bathroom as she had strange suspicions about it.
This average-sized, rectangular bathroom has a shower and sink with glass fixtures. The sink is set into a plastic counter. The floor is stone and the walls are painted and decorated with a wallpaper border. Light is provided by wall lamps, surprisingly there were no cobwebs in sight here. The room is done in bold colors and overall almost looks extraterrestrial. Among the first things one notices walking in are muddy footprints on the floor and a character toothbrush laying in the corner. Two muddy footprints were on top of the toilet as well. Somebody probably was trying to reach the roof to clean it in case spiders made it inside. The ceiling was arranged not out of the ordinary. Just like there is one in their own apartment. The muddy foot prince seemed to only show up within this bathroom. She moved out of the bathroom and went strength to the end of the hallway skipping the dining room.
This cramped, square bedroom has matching metal and plastic furniture. The floor is carpeted and the walls are painted with a paneled dado. Light is provided by table lamps. The room is done in a regal theme in dark muted colors and overall looks a bit old-fashioned like our spare bedroom however it was being used as an office. In the other room opposite.
This large, square bedroom has coordinating plastic, metal, and glass furniture. The floor is carpeted and the walls are papered. Light is provided by wall and floor lamps. The room is done in a country theme in warm vivid colors and overall looks like an old castle. Among the first things one notices walking in is a crumpled paper on the floor. Unlike our own which had various other materials and was modernly themed like most apartments.
This average-sized, square dining room has matching plastic furniture. The seating is cushioned. The floor is carpeted and the walls are painted with a wallpapered dado. Light is provided by table lamps. The room is done in a country theme in soft colors and overall has a playful look. Among the first things one notices walking in is a crumpled paper on the floor. This paper had various names and diagrams on it. There was a card on the floor belonging to her boyfriend's company.
"Must have just been holding on to it", she said with a high tone to herself. As soon as she got back, she was going to lay on the couch before she felt something different. It came from underneath the cupboard, it felt as if it had been a bit more creaky than usual. With all her might she could muster, she pulled aside the cupboard and lifted the mat to see that the floor was detached from the rest. Like a trap door. She was about to open before she remembered to go up stairs. She placed the mat back on top and moved the cupboard over it again. Before she ran upstairs. When she got there, He was lying in bed snoring. Instead of waking him, she decided to have a shower alone.
Prepare for a Lemon by yours truly. ( Skip if you want to avoid risking your childhood abit )
Cillia pov: I undressed and put all my previous clothing into the laundry basket that rested against the wall between the sink and the door. I grabbed the shower head that was dangling from the faucet and hung it back up onto the hook. I grasped the handle and turned the hot water, to soothe my muscles from writing all day about a book report. The water ran down my back, easing my tension. I closed my eyes and let the steam kick up. I rubbed my neck and grabbed the shampoo, it smelled of raspberry and white tea and I probably needed it, considering the fact that I'm not naturally black haired, but a brunette.
I was in the middle of rinsing off all the studs in my hair when I heard the door open and close. I had shampoo in my eyes but decided to act like I didn't acknowledge anything. The soap made it impossible to see the half naked figure standing in front of me. "Look who finally came", I said in my most upset tone. "Well don't be like that Cillia" he said to me. I felt a warm hand come to my chin, rubbing the side of my jaw; he stood there with a lust filled gaze, making my knees go weak. He leaned in, caressing my lips with his own. His incredibly Soft lips on mine made static electricity run up and down my body and tingled my spine. I slid my hand up his back and developed his head hair in my palm, and played with a few stray white locks that were longer than the rest.
He leaned in even more to dominate by tongue slow and subtle. I kissed him back whole heartedly. Enjoying the mix of strange tastes. Soon enough, I felt his hands move down towards my lower back. I giggled like a fox and licked his lip playfully, causing him to gasp.
It was enough time to slide my tongue in and fight with him.I gave him a light peck on the lips before I kneeled down and pulled his boxers off. Just like always his length was straight up in command. I began sucking, hard, and he shuddered in delight. Going from the left to the right at a rapid pace with my tongue. Then I began deep throating him without gagging. I cupped his balls, teasing him with every wayward twitch. "Holy hell", he groaned. I was going at rapid speed by this point till I felt a twitch in my mouth.
I kissed the head gentilly, stroked a few times before I heard him moan out to me. He was panting and wincing too. I started to suck, hard, and it wasn't long till it twitched again and again. "Cillia im-, He never finished his sentence. I Felt A warm, sticky fluid pool in my mouth and settled. I didn't resist swallowing the really salty substance with a full throat. I wiped the cum off of my mouth and continued to have sex in the bedroom.
End of Lemon
She awoke with haste and threw the blankets off in an enthusiasm old grandmas would be jealous of. She dressed herself in a new singlet and bangy gray pants. strolled out of the room a few minutes later after having another shower. She tiptoed down 'THUMP,THUMP,THUMP' the stairs while simultaneously trying to keep the full lingerie basket from knocking into the walls. The man was in the kitchen looking at her while drinking his dark bitter coffee. "Up early huh, Sorry if I woke you". My head slowly turned "No it was my fault".
"Well, I did not wish to get up," he said in an exhausted tone. "Is there anything you want from the store when I come back? "No thanks, i'll see you when you get home". She was staring down the trap door with a bright torch. Once she traversed down the ladder, she was met with the office of the room down one floor. "Ohh, She moved forward to then see the bathroom door open to the left of the office, she clearly remembered closing it up. For some strange reason, the bathroom looked frightening to her for no particular reason. Like there was someone in there or it was like she wasn't supposed to go in. She walked inside it and nothing happened. 'She sighed'. "What was I so scared about, it's not like anyone else has been in here before me and my boyfriend. She was about to walk out when she remembered one key detail. Where are the muddy footprints? 'Her breathing began to quicken as she searched for any sign of mudd. She looked in the corner and didn't see the toothbrush.
She looked around and she looked up to see the rafters and had seen the tooth brush wedged in one of them.. She climbed on the toilet to get closer to examine the brush. She gave it a tug before it dropped into the toilet. "Hmmm, well I'm not picking that up outta there". She looked back up at the normal rafter. She made a design to push the roof rafter upwards. She reached around and then felt something at the tip of her hand. trembling, she reached further to pull whatever it was she discovered, she held a wooden chest. She shook it and felt many things composed within. Like when you shake a lolly jar and hear them inside. When she opened it she knew something was up.
There were several pairs of panties, a gun, three Notebooks, and a separate plastic container with dozens of phones inside. There were 3 watches, some duct tape, and a thermometer. "What kind of stalker was living it up in this crib? '' she said in amusement.
To only remember the key that her boyfriend had before. One of the panties looked familiar as she could recall only wearing them last night. "THESE ARE MINE!" belonged to her and three of the phones too. "If this was the work of him, then who are all these other panties, phones, and photos of women I haven't seen". She shook, all she felt was a sense of wrong in the back of her neck. "Please, if there is a god, please make it so that this isn't true". 'She began sobbing. She slowly took her panties in her hand before giving a sniff. She didn't know why, maybe it was to see how old they had been. However, this surprised her as they smelt of her, smelt of him, and this isn't right because no doubt it smelt fresh like her in heat. Which meant that it had been very recently. It had brought a weird smile to her face knowing that her boyfriend would have keeped a little of her in his private chest. Out of all the other women here, she had been on top and hopefully it would stay that way.
As she was about to turn around and run she tripped over something that felt like a board. The rafter she had taken out. As the rafter made her slip so suddenly, that the world slowed to her. Everything was in motion now. She had slowly dropped backwards at the pace of a snail. Once time resumed, she fell hard. Her head slammed against the wall and her neck made a loud snap noise. The awakened position of her neck concluded that she was knocked unconscious and she would be able to breathe the much needed life to continue making her heart pump to its rythumous tune.
*Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, th-thu, thump, th-thu, thump, th-thu, thu, thump, ….
8 hours later. The same man with the arrows pointing to his chest, the man who was inside a different apartment he wasn't supposed to be in. He had just been intimate with the woman in their apartment before he left. When the man got to the apartment, he waved to some people in the area. He headed inside up to the floor that was abandoned. He unlocked the door and witnessed a horrific sight.
His girlfriend was laying before the wall with her neck in a position that people aren't able to do without placing too much tension on their neck. Her legs and hands were purple in coloration, so was her neck where dozens of veins were visible. "FUCK", he yelled before quieting down. He moved towards the purple corpse of his lover in fright. "Cillia, talk to me baby, please!". He began being frantic. "OH SHIT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT YOU, WHY, OHH, WHHY?!
Then he had taken her off the wall and placed his finger to her neck, No pulse. Dripping tears stained her face. The sobs coming from the man's face are still covered in some kind of strange darkness as before. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number that was for calling an ambulance, however he had his thumb placed over the end call button. "What she was doing in my old apartment to begin with cilia" A much more elusive kind of tone spoke out.
He stood up and looked inside the bathroom to see what she tripped over. He immediately had discovered a rafter tile being the culprit of her fall. "This is not what I expected from you. Also what is this Cillia, my box nobody was to discover", began speaking louder as if talking to her dead corpse in person. "This box contained all my other exs, ones that were meant to disappear, disappear for what they had done to themselves". His face had shifted to angered disgust so quick it seemed like he had become feral, and then to seemingly clueless once again. "My hand had been forced, it was not not me'.
"Welp, at least she's not heavy", he said in an agonizingly emotionless voice, gruff and horse-like like what you would hear from a chain smoker. He proceeded to lift her bridle styal towards the dinner and up to the stair wall that opened up to an elaborate staircase. Up them, there was a door. Inside were various boxes. The room temperature was below freezing and it had been made of quite strange material, it was a chiller. He opened one of the boxes and chucked her inside. There were other bodys, other women all solidly frozen, however they all were stitched up in places. They were all naked, Cilia was placed on top of them but her clothes weren't taken. Each of them were differently shaped, separately raced, and all were once in a relationship. All the boxes were full of these corpses.
"Looks like it may be time to start over, I'm sorry Cillia but I cannot let your sacrifice go in vain", said the adjacent man before the door closed shut with a boom. The light shimmering out of the isolated inclosed space.
This man began making phone calls and tons of alibis to her parents and friends. In the end no one had known of her accidental death or that she was covered up never to be seen again. All they knew was that she moved somewhere far away, disappearing forever.
It was coming to early spring valentine when a broad shouldered girl had decided to part ways with her lover to find better options in the dating world, like many other individuals. Unbenouinced to anyone, it had been 2 years ever since Cilia was never seen again. The wind below in a finite tone, like a spark of fruition in the universe had finally come to pass. A song of silent fury and solemn reminiscence.
An old granny in her 80s they call DI Delinsky, a nurse who is now a nurse at St. Louis lives on the 13th apartment floor. She was a retired veteran of the England royal guard. She had only one child with tons of grand kids. However, even though retired from duty, she never wanted to stop working. Being a nurse was the easiest thing for herself. She sat at home on the couch by the balcony staring out at the stars. In Front of her was a stack of unordinary cards, they were tarot cards. She was a big believer in the psychic phenomena of thinking, she had shuffled them for hours before placing them as a desk on the in sections. She had chosen 10 of the rest and unfolded them down in front of her.
"These cards will determine what fate lies before myself in the coming year. Now as I shuffle, A card will be chosen from random that will determine my health at the end".
One was taken from the rest to then show The popess. "This card from what I recall means that it is time to evoke my wisdom and experience. That my experience has come in handy from my awareness. Seeing as this is the first time a card like this had been drawn from the desk in all forty years of me using these cards, I presume that something is coming in the horizon. Something that only my wisdom and experience, probably in the military, can help me".
Di was not the sort to believe something if told to her, however she would do whatever it took to complete her orders. This was one of the reasons she earned many badges at the end of her military life for the queen. In doing so, she sold half and gave away the rest of what she had worked so hard for. Earning enough money to get married to the man she admired and later go on honeymoons every year to random countries all over the globe. She hadn't expected to indoctrinate various psychic games into her hobbies along the way. She was attracted to how such things tinkered with the onset of day to day duty without once interfering. As if it was already set on record to begin with, this ideology was called 'fate', something which her younger self would have discarded as hippy worship. As her love for philosophy grew, the more she straightened away from her onset knowledge of everything she once was. After the seventh exertion, she had a kid. Becoming a nurse, she spent the rest of her days helping veterans of the war in India.
"It also means that I should rely on my six senses more too. Now I'll pull the next one to see how I'll go about this".
I flip over the card to the left of the popes. It shows something very peculiar to her.
"Judgment? Bizarre how my decisions will be weighed out from my choices completely. Hmm, because I have Judgement, what exactly will I be up against this coming year".
Flipping through three more cards after the fact. she opened her mouth in horror of the revelation, was it a bad sign. The cards pulled were Justice, The moon, and The lovers.
"Seeing as my husband died long ago, I'm fairly retired, my circumstances are my own accord now, and I know about practically everything I had struggles with once".
she stared hard at the cards, almost as certain as time. "There is only one conclusion, A murder, no, even worse, a killer is out there. Someone is trying to cover up for something. If I flip the one above it, will it prove me right".
When flipped it showed death. This was not good at all, someone is out and about killing people she thought to herself.
"probably one of the opposite sex that falls in love with them. Hmmm, it should be easy seeing as I'm someone who can just investigate them".
She decided to flip two more cards before concluding this insightful event with the last.
"What?"
The card flipped was the hangman and the tower card. This meant that something had to sacrifice something, presuming it be her life as she is old, worn out, and with nothing to lose.
"It seems like it's someone who is close by which is also not a good sign of things to come. The last card will be if it's even worth the sacrifice".
And sadly,
"The card I flipped was the sun!, darn it, and not a chariot card like what I would've wanted".
After calming down,
"All it means is that there is always a reason, however good it may be, The transgression is still there. Di Delinsky has searched through fate to see what is lying ahead for her, Fate has shown her that there is a killer somewhere close by, killing people who have fallen for them, usually lost souls on the road of belonging. Her death will be her end and it will be by her decision, however her death will not be in vain as she is reassured about this previous path.