So, here's the latest chapter now! You will start to get some of the Lost/Unwound Future hints and scenes soon. This chapter is Clive becoming more like 'Future Luke', and another gap, so it is only a few months until the game time starts! Clive is 22 and Marina is 14, and Luke and Layton are on the case of the Curious Village.
Marina POV- 14 Years Old
I don't know why I was helping Clive, but I was.
He was supposedly trying to trick this Man the same age as Dimitri and a boy two years younger than me. Dimitri and Clive were going to pose as them 10 years into the future, and I have no clue why. Since I did sewing classes at school as I was a young girl, Clive had asked me to help me with his 'Future Luke' outfit. So that was what we were doing in the flats living/diner. He was stood like a scarecrow on the stool while I kept going back and forth from Spring's sewing machine and him. Just as I was working on the waistcoat, which would go under his jacket, Clive actually said something positive to me without Spring or Cogg being there. "How's school at the moment, eh, Marina?"
"Fine, I guess"
"You don't seem overly eager" he said, hissing as I had just prodded him with a pin, accidentally, for once.
"Hmm…" I said.
"Come on. I know you hate me, but I'm still your older brother" he said, grabbing a mirror and looking at his face for a second as I went to sew one of the two pockets on the design I drew on.
I sighed. "Fine, I'll tell you. The teachers hate me"
"Why?" he said turning around. "You haven't done anything that didn't make them pleased, have you?"
"No, I haven't got a single de-merit. It's just that…I don't want to socialise, and however hard they try, I won't join a group"
"Why's that?"
"I haven't told them anything; about Eleanor, about you, about anything. I don't want anyone knowing either"
"So, you have no friends" Clive concluded, as he fiddled around with his hat, a dark blue newsboy cap.
"a) you're wearing it wrong now, and b) no, and I don't care"
"Then what you do in your spare time?" he asked, as I adjusted his cap to how it was meant to be.
"I read" I said, picking up my copy of 'Little Women'. Spring and Cogg had given me an old collection of classics for my fourteenth birthday, and despite my birthday only being five months ago, I had read about seven of them already. I was one of those people who could easily get lost into the book, and interact with the characters and see and feel what they see and feel.
"Oh, what about –ow!-"
"Sorry!" I said, trying to drag him away from the conversation. "Was that your chest?"
"Worse" he whimpered, pointing slightly above. "But I'm alright now" he said.
"If you've stopped blubbering, you'll have noticed I'm finished" I smiled, standing back. "Is there anything you want me to make bigger, smaller or edit?"
"No, that's fine" he said, studying himself. "You're actually better than I thought at sewing" he smiled, before a cuff round the back of the head came his way. "What was that for?"
I didn't say anything, but I just smiled. I actually liked Clive this way; I hoped he stayed like it…
Clive POV- 22 Years Old
I'm sorry.
I was losing my sanity. I was trying to bring my friendship back with Marina, but I just couldn't. Dimitri was making me go like this. As I held the knife in my hands, looking at myself in the reflection, I just looked at how much I had changed. Apparently, I had become too soft, and I needed to harden up. I'd been given the knife and…been told I had to kill someone. If it hadn't been for earlier, Marina would have been a possible target, but I couldn't hurt her. The only person I wanted revenge with was HIM. The one with the initials J.S. AKA- Jackson Samson. I knew where he lived, when he moved out of the orphanage they had asked for help, but of course, Jackson had decided to trip me up. Now, I was the one with the knife, and he was the venerable one.
I was stood on the street he lived in. It was a quiet place with about twenty or thirty houses on. It was quarter past nine, and some people had all their lights off. He lived at number thirteen, unlucky for some, unlucky for Jackson. I walked silently and swiftly up to his door, and nobody knew of my presence. As I slid up Jackson's door, I slid the knife down my trouser leg, before ringing the doorbell. Once I rung it, I heard someone heave themselves to open the door. When he saw me, he just looked at me curtly. "Oh, it's you"
"Yeah, it's me" I said, adjusting the cap I was wearing. It was white and blue, so I didn't look overly suspicious. I'd do a runner once I'd got this done.
"What do you wa-" he said, before screeching. The knife had gone about three inches into his chest. It was fatal, and I wouldn't be surprised if he died with that wound. "See you in hell" I smiled, before running off somewhere where I wouldn't be seen. I could hear the protest going on about what on earth had happened to him, but I just smiled to myself. They would never guess me, and if they did, I still had a lot of the Dove fortune (I mean, she was a billionaire) left, so I could easily get a good lawyer to outdo them. As I went back to the flat quickly but undercover, I thought about how I had outdone my long-term enemy. Finally. I was becoming who I really needed to be if I wanted to be successful killing Bill Hawks.
So, I have a few questions to ask you. Would you like me to start the gameplay (which will be in Luke's POV until the Gilded 7 Casino scene), or would you like one more chapter, and if so, what? Would you also want each chapter in the game to be a chapter in the story or just sections/scenes? I do follow what people want, quite strictly aswell, so don't feel afraid to say! Thanks for reading!