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❝ and what exactly gives you the impression that i will help you do that ? ❞ a brow arches as she relays her question , arms immediately folding over her chest . after all , she didn’t know the witch standing before her . just that he , too , was betrayed by his coven . though davina claire was far more trusting than she led others to believe . her tough exterior was only a facade , after all , she was already thinking of how she could help him . she knew what it was like to be stabbed in the back by those who were supposed to be her protectors , her teachers . she knew the feeling all too well . but still , she’d relay a little back and forth before eventually giving in . ❝ how am i supposed to know that you aren’t some serial killer ? ❞
━ his head cocked to the side, as she questioned helping him. who wouldn’t question it? especially someone like her who had been lied to by everyone she had ever known. deep down, it didn’t matter, because he’d heard she would help just about anyone in need and he was definitely in need. “i heard good things,” he mused, with a smirk, trying not to appear worried about his situation. “uh, former serial killer, actually. that’s until i merged with my brother instead of my twin sister, yadda, yadda, details, details, anyway…” he trailed off, capturing her gaze. “i did a fair share of shitty things and maybe i don’t deserve a second chance, but i’m trying to make things right and people just keep trying to kill me because they don’t believe me.” maybe there was no redemption; no turning over a new leaf for him, but he was still trying to.
Reader finds themselves accidentally being the main focus of the ice truck killer and nothing will save them now we’ll expect his infatuation is with them…what started as a journalist entering a lab for one little story turns into something bigger.
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭
“Unfortunately it is a sad morning for Miami because the Ice truck killer has struck again, a woman by the name of Eliza Georgia had been found in a local park dismembered and frozen.”
The local Miami news channel raved in journalism compartment while typing and Phone calls did too. Y/n walked in the halls, hugging a bunch of papers in one hand and a light coffee in a another.
“Nah I told you Ray, I want a story, a good story man. Next time I ain’t wanna see your face until you give me a good one. Kapeesh? Now get the hell outta my face.” Y/n’s boss Charlotte raved at an employee but as soon as he was gone she then changed a whole other personality towards Y/n. Y/n stood there at the door only smiling awkwardly cause what could she do without spilling something to knock.
Charlotte opened the door with ease and held for a few seconds for Y/n to come in and sit down, still her eye gleamed of affirmation.
“Ah Y/n just the one I wanted to see. What’d ya got for me, I just know it’s going to be better than whatever piece of shit Ray gave me.”
Y/n placed the coffee on her desk than the papers beside the little glass cherries, Charlotte than took a seat in front of her elegantly and pretty damn hopeful.
“Well first of all I got you a light coffee with not to little or too much caramel in it.”
“Just how I like it, making my day better already.” She chuckled and took a sip of her coffee.
“I’m sure you already heard of the Ice truck killer as of all of Miami?”
“Yep, crazy motherfucker I’ll tell you that.”
“Well what if we write a story about him? We visit the Miami police department to gather more info, visit the prosthetics department since it was known that the security guard that was the ice truce killer's victim to gather much more information. Basically the more information and detail we get the more our readers will be much satisfied knowing the predator in Miami.” Y/n looked at Charlotte's face, waiting to see her thoughts about her idea to be expressed on her face. Charlotte's eyes looked up signifying she was thinking about it, debating it. Just then her eyes met Y/n's gleaming with hope, with a smile of approval on her face.
"Now you are what this journalism department needs, you are truly going places Y/n." A feeling spread in Y/n's chest that she had never felt before, a sense of belonging that she had wanted for so so long.
"Well then I'll get to it."
•
Y/n sat in front of his latest victim's hospital room, Tony Tucci. She was dressed more neat than usual with her tucked in white button up shirt, long black skirt decorated with a thick black belt, and her usual black flats. She definitely felt more prepared than she ever has her whole life, yet there was a feeling she couldn’t shake off. Like the spirits from beyond the veil were right next to her, not speaking just expecting her to know.
The woman who then came out of the room gave her a stare, a clicking sound coming out of her mouth. She had a badge and a suit on, she must have been the detective for the case.
“Journalists really?!? Already! Give the man a break won’t you he just went through a fuck ton of trauma?!?” Her voice was full of irritation and her eyes displayed a strong sense of annoyance.
Y/n understood where the detective was coming from but she also had to write her story, in every perspective she could find. After all she was a writer, what would a writer be without attention to detail.
“I understand ma’am, sorry to disturb him.” She lied she wasn’t sorry, she was rather on set to get that story. Her small smile of respect was fooling, she wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“But wouldn’t you rather have his story told, I as a journalist could help you gather more information and sources whilst keeping a low profile for the information…that you won’t tell the press.”
“Are you trying to strike a deal with me journal girl?” The detective squinted her eyes, Y/n could tell she thinking about it.
“Well I’m just trying to help solve for the ice truck killer case… in my own journalist way.” Y/n replied calmly, so sense of worry or a revealing emotion.
“Well..” The detective lowered her voice, looking around her twice before speaking again.
“I would usually say no to deals with snarky journalists, but in a time like this. The Miami metro police department and the Journalists really need to work together. So fuck it, yes to your de.”
Y/n sat once again, smoothing down her skirt. She had never done anything like a deal with a cop before for a story, but she’s also never felt so accomplished to do a story on a big case either. While Y/n was lost in her thoughts she was unaware she was being observed from afar, from one she had not yet known but will.
•
Y/n's questions to Tony Tucci were short and simple, not too much but not too little either. She had studied people from a young age so she knew just the right words to calm and not trigger his trauma. Tony became so peaceful when answering the question it stunned the doctors, including the detective.
Now Y/n had sat in the waiting area, gathering his answers and coming up with her own clues, drafting the story. A man's voice had interrupted her. A voice not too soft or deep but rather cold and mesmeric.
She had looked upon his blue eyes and lanky frame, his eyes meeting her deer curious eyes as if a prey noticed its predator.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd believe you were a therapist." He referenced her conversation with Tony Tucci earlier. She replied with something short and quickly got back to what she was doing, that didn't stop him from sitting beside her and talking with her. From his point of view she stood out from the others, he wanted to know why, the more she spoke in quite short words the more interested he got.
"What's your name journalist?" He asked her charmingly, staring at her observantly.
"Y/n."
"Well Y/n my name is Rudy, Rudy Cooper." He knew she wasn't putting much effort in the conversation but still he wanted to consume her right then and there. He then looked at her for one long second and left saying goodbye, she found him odd of course. She couldn't understand why someone was so desperate to talk to her. It was stupid and confusing.
But by the time "Rudy" got home he still thought of her infatuate, in different ways. He tried to gather info on Y/n throughout the next few days and he found her home address, work job location, family, almost everything on her. He began doing quite odd things, he picked out the girls that resembled her the most and he killed them. Not as the ice truck killer but as Brian Moser, in his head he thought there should be only one girl in the world that can be her.
Y/n on the other hand saw him more and more, Debra and Y/n had become newfound friends and she began dating "Rudy". His eyes would linger, he would try to find alone time for him and Y/n to talk. He had become completely deranged and obsessed over her.
"Come over." The message from Debra appeared on her phone at 8:00 pm at night. Y/n had begun suspecting she had something important to tell her relating to the ice truck killer case so she booked it to the address. She had no time to change from her work outfit which involved a thigh length flowy at the hips and tight on the waist dress to a more time convenient outfit.
By the time she got there the lights were off and it seemed completely dark inside, she didn't recognize the abandoned store she was in but she had felt something happened to Debra. She had no time to react when her mouth got covered with a drug and she passed out in Brian's arms.
When she woke up she was in an apartment, a loft of some type she suspected. She was still dizzy and her vision was blurry and Brian had already noticed she awoke. She sat on the couch looking around weak.
"Don't move too fast you'll hurt yourself."
Y/n’s vision was hazy but she knew who spoke. It always had that tone to it, no emotion. Brian sighed heavy, looking down at her as if she was raw meat to a hungry bear.
She didn’t say anything yet just mumbled, gasped. Her head went through what felt like a migraine, her body ached and stumbled.
Brian got on his knees in front of her, placing a cup of water on the coffee table. She would try to stumble away from him but she fell, on cold hard floor.
“I just told you not to move fast.” Brian frowned mockingly, he narrowed his eyes and moved on to get up and grab her. In his other hand he grabbed the water once again, he made her feel suffocated. His hand forced her mouth open, furthermore making her drink the water to recover.
She didn’t refuse but she drank it, drank it like it was the first drink she had in years. He didn’t even have to hold the water for her instead she grabbed the cup with both hands and drank it.
“Are you going to hurt me?” She questioned, wide eyes looking up at him.
“No I’m going to love you.”
“This…isn’t love.”
“Love comes in different ways .”
3 months passed by, Y/n had now become missing and assumed to killed by the Ice truck killer. Although part of it was true she was alive, emotionally not.
Malena De Estrella, or Marie as her nickname. Born in the small town of Castramville, Oregon. A town that was just there none outside of the town really encouraged it and if they did it would only be for a couple seconds anyway, plus there had already been eerie things going around there and disappearances over the past few years it was a strange town to say the least. Malena knew that of course, everybody did…but nobody knew the real reason the disappearances were happening…
☾1. Isolation𖤐
My mom used to always say everything happens for a reason and it always kept me up at night wondering "what reason do bad things need to happen? What reason is there for ruining someone's life or worse?" I think I was just overthinking it but I can't help that my mind always seems to wander and ponder, but she also has a high ego and a narcissistic heart so I don't really take her seriously sometimes.
Sometimes I wish that I don't have to know so many things that most kids don't know or choose to ignore, I wish my mind grew at the same rate as their's so once in my life I can feel like I finally belong.
After a long 10 minutes of staring at my celling and overthinking I get up, I get out of the warmth and into the cold. I change out of my matching black and white lace shorts and tank top I put on a polk a dot dress with black tights under and finishing my outfit with flats. Then I do what I need to do for the morning before heading out and walking to the bus stop, my wired headphones moving slightly against my skin while I walk.
When I reach the bus I sit beside my friend Faith, well I don't really know if were friends but we just talk on casual but I wouldn't say she's my best friend well you get the point right?
"Window seat?" She asks moving away from the window and letting me sit beside it, I promise I don't boss her around and tell her to do stuff. She just hates the window seat for some reason probably because she doesn't want to look at what's out there.
"Thanks."
"No problem, it's all yours." She says before looking back at her phone, the silence between us so obvious and awkward. I look back out the window, putting my earphones back in my ear. Blasting the song "Crack baby" in my earphones, while daydreaming of the small story with many parts inside my head.
The walk inside school was depressing, I've done this so many times before and it always feels the same. The same sad repeating feeling I can't seem to get away from, I can't wait for winter break next week.
Advisory goes the same as usual, so does 1st and 2nd period, it isn't till 3rd period that the day goes different from usual. Mrs.Ogle tries to lower down the class volume and I'm sure other teachers in other classes are doing the same but once you knock down a bee's hive you can't put it back up.
"Woah another one already that's like a record!"
"I can't believe it...she was in my 5th period."
"This is just too close to home man."
Students chatter and whisper while looking down at their phones, based of each of their words and baffled looks on their faces I try to figure out what's happening cause I don't want to take out my phone in class and get yelled at, actually maybe they can't yell at me if they can't see it hopefully.
I look at my phone under the desk, looking at the notification stating "Another girl has gone missing in Castramville" I then click the notification and see the news article.
Harlow Donahue, 16 year old student that attends Castram High School goes missing. She was last seen around Holly Beach at 8:46 at night. She was wearing blue jeans and a pink and white striped shirt. Around 5'6, birthmark on her wrist. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING!
Surprise and shock travels through my blood, I talked to her sometimes during Pe or Language arts I hope she's safe. She was so outgoing, smart, and nice she doesn't deserve what the universe gave to her. It hits me, something my mom said. Anything could happen within a second, you have to always be prepared for the worst. I guess she is kinda right on that one.
The day moves by slowly, normally the halls are so loud and annoying but today it's quiet and gloomy. I think everybody is just scared that their next, well the girls are and I have to admit I'm scared too. The disappearances have all been girls so far, young women to be exact. It's just picking us off one by one, or I don't really know all I do know is that I'm to be a girl in this day and age and I’m scared to 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.
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*RINGGG* The bell signaled a glum day at school was over, everybody could now go home and dream about leaving this creepy town or lay in bed and let the warmth of their blanket allow them to cower in laziness which I would do too. But unfortunately I have to stay one more hour after school, I head to the library and meet up with my older brother by one year Caesar.
"Did you hear about the missing girl? She went to our school!"
Ceaser stated, and we both walk towards the gym.
"Of course I did, the whole school did Ceaser." I reply.
"Oh well I don't want you to walk to home from the bus because of that so I'm going to get a ride from my friends to take us home."
"Which ones?" I ask curiously also a bit annoyed, a walk from the bus to home really isn't that big of a walk I don't know why he's getting so dramatic.
"You'll see." When we walk in the gym I notice his small group of friends, Ive seen them before but we don't talk. I sit down on one of the gym seats and take out my few assignments that I plan to get done by the time I leave here, Ceaser joins his friends that are not so far away from me. It isn't long before Ceaser brings them in my direction for a "proper greeting"
"Hi...." I greet the last one of them, he was wearing a black button up and some eyeliner on his eyelids which kinda made him stick out from the 4 other friends.
"Hey, Malena right?" He stuck out his hand to shake mine, I imminently toke note of the crescent moon on his wrist before returning my eyes back at his.
"Mhm." I respond a bit quiet but still hearable, I dislike greeting people with a passion it just feels too awkward for me. My hand goes on his before removing my hand shortly after from the handshake.
"My name's Nick" he says I return back to what I was doing a couple seconds later and all the boys attention get back to talking.
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As the days past the town went less gloomy as some of us were holding on the hope that the missing girls will show up while others know the possibilities and choose to move on no matter how much the town grieves. I think I'm one of those people that hold onto the hope but also know the possibilities, I think for me having someone closer to me go missing really hit me knowing the reality of the situation because earlier than that I just hoped the missing girls were found alive and well.
"Malena...." I hear a faint whisper call out to me but there's none in my room, maybe I should just ignore it? I turn to the other side of my bed ignoring it, maybe it's part of my head.
"Malena!" I hear the voice again but this time louder and recognizable, and this time I sit up in my bed looking around my room and see Harlow standing in front of my bed. Wearing the same thing that she went missing in blue jeans, a pink and white striped shirt. Her hair was messy and leaves were in it, there seemed to be dirt on her skin and clothes and blood?
"Harlow?" I whisper getting up looking at her sympathetically, my mind ponders again and a repetition of questions follow each other in my mind. Harlow in response gestures me the shhh gesture before gesturing me to follow her, in which I do.
The cold breeze hits my skin and my white baby doll dress with its cute little black bow can not even give me warmth, Harlow doesn't speak the whole walk it isn't until we reach a high hill with my comfort tree on it that she speaks.
"I had to be quite....if we're silent it can't hear us." , "It can't get us here, the others led me to you-" She stops after hearing rustling in the bushes and a look of fear washes her face.
"We have to go nowww!" She grabs my wrists and is about to run and lead my down the hill until she freezes in her track, I turn to look at her but she is dragged away from my grip pushing me to the ground. I look up and see....see it? Its yellow eyes glowed so bright in the darkness that I saw nothing but it's eyes. The ground opened where Harlow stood dragging her...dragging her inside it, yet she still held on and I tried to grab her back but a force pushed me back.
"ITS ALL A PATTERN, WE ARE ALL A PATTE-" I could tell she wanted to say more but the ground swallowed her up before she could even speak more, I looked up at it and it was gone before my eyes could even lay on it. I ran to tree my comfort space, sitting down and buying my face in my knees.
"WAKE UP!!!" I gasp at the sudden sound and rub my eyes open, my eyes looking at my popcorn celling and looking at my brother Ceaser standing beside my bed. I sit up and look at my phone to check the time but Ceaser answers it for me.
"It's 10:34 but you were supposed to wake up at 9:15 because we NEED to be out the door by 11 BECAUSE I have work and you have to do whatever you said you needed to do yesterday." Ceaser puts his hand in his pockets and I process that it was a dream and I need to do stuff today in the view seconds I look at the wall behind.
"Oh...oh" I realize and Ceaser just sighs before walking out, I quickly put on a short white dress with matching color lace on the top and bottom of the dress. Before putting on my usual flats and fixing my hair. It felt too real to be a dream...she was so real, and what pattern was she talking about?
A set of realization washes over me as I connect the few dots I got, she's missing and the last word she said is that "We are all a pattern" well she was going to say pattern before she got dragged inside the hole in the ground. There's been other missing people, specially young women that's a pattern but that's too obvious, there's another pattern in the works.
"HURRY UP OR I'M GOING TO LEAVE YOU HERE!" Caesar yells from downstairs and I run downstairs, grabbing my bag from the hat holder and meeting him outside.
The afternoon passes by the same as it would always go, Caesar's away at working as a waiter, I cash out my check from my job and pay the water and phone bills leaving my mom to do the rest.
"Have you heard about that girl being found?"
"No I don't recall, what happened? Was it one of the missing girls?"
"Indeed it was, poor girl she had a whole life ahead of her she was only 19. She was found in the eerie part of the hiking trail, she went missing 1 month ago I'm surprised they found her now." 2 middle aged women talk to each other, sipping their margaritas as if it was just front yard talk.
"Hello I can't help but overhear, what was the name of the missing girl that was found dead?" I walk over to the women, hoping for an answer.
"Lauren Delilah. Dear you look around the missing girls age be careful around night, especially with that maniac strolling the night." I had gotten my answer but I was more aware of the danger I was in, there's only so many girls my age in this town.
I met with Caesar once again after his shift but instead of going home he wanted to go to a party, I know a party in all this chaos that the town is facing. What happened to being safe? Staying inside our home, and praying to god that whatever is taking the missing girls doesn't take us too. But no, I guess we are not playing it safe, we might as well be running to death's doorstep.
"Rad dress." My thoughts are interrupted by a boy who I formerly know but don't really talk to that much.
"Thanks Brad?" I look down at my dress once again, it's a white plain fucking dress what's rad about that? But it's what he thinks not me, I assume he's trying to make conversation but small talk isn't really my thing so I walk outside once again.
I sit on a chair and take appreciation of the silence unlike the loud party that's happening inside. The wind makes the silence more interesting, and the things around me make me feel less bored as I observe the details of them.
"Hey." I look up to see one of my brother's friends that I was introduced to a couple days ago, Mike. The dirty blonde, tall, sweet white guy of the group.
"Hey."
“What are you doing here?” Mike questions, almost as if he’s concerned but also just a genuine question. Wait never mind I’m going off track again, overthinking sucks.
“Could say the same for you.” Mike responds with a chuckle and sits beside me, drinking a cup of hot chocolate which is weird because people usually drink beer but whatever gets him going.
“Don’t wanna deal with the people I guess…don’t really feel in the party mood.” He slumps but still makes me jealous with that cup of hot chocolate in his hand.
“Yea me too, I’m overstimulated right now and the music sucks, I wanna go home, I wanna sleep and I’m also a little jealous of you with that hot chocolate.” We both share a laugh and time passes and we get caught in the moment, no not whatever you’re thinking but talking. A deep talk, like about climate change, things that are overrated, and who we wanted to be in life.
It isn’t till a scream catches our attention that we stop talking, we both run to the source of the scream. Everybody was crowded together, mixed emotions came off the crowd. My eyes catch a familiar face not in the crowd but on the river shore.
Harlow Donahue looking exactly the same as I saw her in the dream but dead, her body lifeless and empty. She has leaves in her hair, blood on her clothes and skin, but she she was paler.
“CALL THE POLICE!!!! CALL THE POLICE!” The only words that break the silence in the crowd, I guess we were all stuck in movement, shocked it was the first dead body we all saw. What a story that will make on the high school reunion, but I doubt we’ll all make it there.
•
It had been a few days since the body of Harlow Donahue had been found, the police had now decided that we didn’t have a kidnapper but a serial killer in our town now and it highly unlikely the missing girls would show up alive.
School had gotten much more weary now, after what most people saw they had become more aware and anxious of the situation. We all knew the danger we were and we knew that soon enough it would be one of us.
I wasn’t a believer but still I rode my bike to the church after school, it was old but I needed an answer from the beyond. I held onto the necklace my father gave me in my hands, looking up at the statue of god before me.
“I know sometimes I doubt that you exist but I ask you please…please give me an answer to what’s happening, why was she in my dream? Who hurt those poor girls?” It feels as if Im taking to a brick wall, I’m the only one talking and I never get an answer but I’ll push my hope I guess.
When leaving the church I bump into a face from, Im sure she’s surprised I’m here but during this time of crisis we all need faith Id hope she assume.
“Was it worth it?” She says while my back is turned, as Im about to get on my bike.
“What?”
“Did you feel his presence? Did he give you hope or were you just met with awkward silence?” Fiona asks from the heart, she’d ask a question we’d all wanted to ask but never had the courage to ask ourselves.
“Time will tell.” I then leave her hanging, not to be mean but I don’t how to answer that question but an ‘I don’t know’.
Soon I was at my brother Caesar’s workplace, skimming through the local newspaper looking to find something useful but no use. I kept an ear out for the 2 rich women that always sip their margaritas and gossip no use, the chatty police officer no use, none had answer everyone always had a question.
All but one thing of course, not a person but a tree, the old hallow tree.
“Gonna go tell my brother I’m leaving.” I tell the girl that always sits inside the pizza place, Anna. We’re pretty chill with each since the 5th grade when we bonded over discussion how school should start at 9:50.
“Where to?”
“The old hallow tree.”
“Woah creepy but I love it, wait stay safe my long time friend.”
“Of course.”
Soon I reached the destination of my favorite tree, she’d watch so many things in her lifetime even in the beyond. She’d resisted so many things and now she’s here, alive and well.
I sat down in front of it, it’s calling me here I know it is. Harlow chose this place for a reason and I’m not going to let her effort go to waste. But I don’t what to do, I don’t if I should sleep or what?
Soon enough I heard the rustling in the bushes, and my heart began to race quicker than ever before I stood up looking around and my eyes landed on another’s. It glowed like in the dream and soon more of the eyes came out, I ran but was pushed by something. It dragged me by my legs, I don’t know where but I also hated the feeling of the leaves and small sticks rubbing against my skin while I was getting dragged.
My eyes were covered for a second and I was thrown into a hard wooden place, my screams echoed in the forest but none but them could hear it. The one in the middle struck out, instead of like the others, instead of bright white eyes like the others, it had bright yellow eyes. As much I was confused I was also scared for my life, I was in a coffin.
A closed coffin now. It was pitch dark and the only thing I could hear was footsteps on the dirt ground and the echo of my own scream, I was all alone. All alone in a small, narrow, dark coffin. None answered my screams of help, my screams that now had turn into sobs. I am going to be the next one, the next girl to go missing and turn up dead and be the next of the rich ladies top of the morning breakfast gossip. A shame I thought I was going to make it out of this shitty town, but man was that a dream.
Time passed, I don’t know how much time but most likely a couple hours that I had been stuck in the coffin. None but myself to keep company, my mind was the loudest thing I could hear. I held my necklace so tight in my hands, the gold moon pendant in my hands felt so comfortable in this small space. I pictured my brothers face when he found out I too had become one of the missing girls, my father’s shame of not being a protecter, my mothers stupid tears on her face, and my cousin Louie becoming more of a believer.
The coffin door creaked open to my surprise, and I was met with the sunlight peaking in the pitch dark space. Are my eyes pulling a prank on me? Am I just lucky? Was this even real to begin with?
Furthermore I push it completely open and sit up, taking a look of my surroundings. The sky is a pinkish color making the sun look more orange than yellow, the birds tweet in the distance, the forest appearing so heavenly in this moment despite being hell hours ago. I waste no time getting up and running home, at first I was confused on where I was but when I reached the old hallow tree I knew I was going in the right direction.
My heart pounds quicker and quicker yet my adrenaline keeps me running, if it weren’t for that I would be slowing down by now. I feel a bit safer when I pass by the pizza place signifying I was much closer to home now. It’s strange really I don’t know if I’m more scared that they’re coming back to get me or that I’m losing my connection to the wall keeping my reality and hallucinations separate.
I stand in front of the blue small house with outgrown grass bushes and grass in front of it, my eyes stuck on the red door as if waiting for someone to come out. As if I wanted someone to run out and gesture me to come inside, care for me, question where I’ve been. But none did.
I walked inside the chilly house, sighing a breath of relief. Everything just happened so fast, I can’t keep track with it all.
“Where the hell were you?” The silence was broken in the midst of a loud and blithe voice.
“I was kidnapped..I was locked in a coffin.”
“I didn’t ask for lies Malena, I asked for the truth.” My mom chuckles to herself recklessly, completely ignorant in the moment.
“That was my truth.”
“There are girls being kidnapped and killed right now, the least you could fucking do is be a little more human bout it.” There’s no use in arguing with her, she can’t hear more than she can think.
The walk upstairs was humiliating, I had once become a liar in my mom’s eyes. The mirror reflection of what happened to me this night, hair ruffled, dirt stains on my plain white dress, and tear stains from pleading to be let out. I was nothing but a mess and a girl that is losing her way.
•
Days passed, the emptiness grew even more and so did the fear. For now there hadn’t been any girls going missing or found dead but that’s maybe because I might be next.
“Malena?” A familiar voice calls out to me.
“Yea.”
“What are you doing out here? It’s 4 in the morning.” Now I see his face clearly since he sat beside me, it was one of my brother’s friends Nick
“Ohh…I didn’t realize, I think I confused the time.” I didn’t actually realize how zoned out I have been lately, from burning bread in the toaster, walking to the wrong class, and now going to school at the wrong time and the crazy thing was that my mind was just silent the whole time.
“Going through somethin Malena? Your mental health okay?”
“Yea just really tired.”
“It’s a Saturday and you walked to school at 4 am in the morning, forgive me but i don’t think your mind is in the right place.”
“Maybe not right now, but most of the time I am.”
“Mhm yea, come on let’s get you home. I’m sure your brother Ceaser is worried sick about you.” He’s probably sleeping safe and sound.
His voice was monotonous, not once getting higher or lower as if he had no particular tone at all.
Mike, whom I assume is his closest friend stood infront of his car. A cigarette in between his thin lips and his fingers. I hadn’t noticed how him and Nick always seemed to be wearing opposite color’s despite having the same taste in everything. Whilst Nick wore black button ups and jeans and sorta had an edgy style, Mike had on darkish blue jeans and a various of autumn color shirts making him seem a little hippy.
Once inside the car I sat beside Waren, another one of Ceaser’s friends and Nick’s band mates. He seemed to be a big fan of both weed and cocaine hence because he was always doing it and why the car constantly smelt of weed.
“How do you manage to accidentally walk to school way before it opens and on a day your not supposed to go?” He questioned not once making eye contact just smoking his weed and taking big sips of his beer can.
“I uhh-“
“Waren don’t be a dick man.” Mike hissed from the front seat and made eye contact with me in the rear view mirror. He was different from the others in his own way, his own way that I appreciate very much.
Their two other bandmates Ronald and Levi weren’t in the van hence the why it feels so quiet in here and a little empty. I guess I’m used to hanging around the whole bandmates, nevertheless I didn’t really know them.
Ceaser said they recently moved here a couple months ago, Castramville of all places can you believe it? I’m guessing they grouped up and were teen runaways based on the lack of parent figures I mean they don’t seem like they’re students at the school. In fact they seem like are just here to lay low and figure things out.
“Well we’re here Malena.” Nick announced and got out the car to open the van door for me, I’m pretty sure Waren took a breath of relief since he now has the whole entire backseat to himself. Nick walked beside me to my front door, I heard Mike in the distance.
“Goodbye Malena, catch up on some sleep.” I only gave him a nod and a small smile of complying, I stood at my door unlocking it while Nick looked down at me. Staring me down as if waiting to push me in the house, his eyes fooling me for pure innocence.
When I finally went inside and close the door behind me he finally spoke, like a bear finally coming out of his hibernation.
“Hey be careful out there okay? It’s a scary town, don’t get lost.” His words were promising but genuine, and I couldn't help but blush a little at his words.
"Thank you." I closed the door behind and expected to hear loud noise but I could only hear pure silence. It surprised me because for once I couldn't but of course it came back again. Moreover she was in my head again and I can't ignore what's been following me this whole time.
Mr. Loverman | Mad hatter/ Jefferson x reader | Pt 5
Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)
"Wakey, Wakey girl." I hear a kinda unhinged voice say, my eyes still closed but I can feel that he's right in front of me. As I open my eyes, I see him sitting criss cross on the floor spinning a card between his fingers.
"It's Y/n, ya know." I say, sitting up rubbing my eyes, the place gets a little less blurry after a few seconds. I hear the man mutter a yea yea, as he hops up from the grounds.
Stubbly I get up from the bed, trying my best to get out of tired state. Ok recap, last night I saw the guy playing with his hat or whatever, talked to him and then I got sucked into his portal to wonderland, slept in his house and now I'm here. Quite a weird night for a weekend I suppose, the man walks out the room and I follow him out.
"So when can I get home?" I teleport to his side, watching as his eyes widen in surprise to my magic, and a grin all of a sudden splattered on his face.
"Ah so you're a witch, makes sense, only a witch could follow me in this damned place." He grabs his hat off the rack, placing it on his head.
"Technically I fell in here I didn't follow you, but whatever rocks your boat." A chuckle escapes his lips and I'm not going to lie a smirk came onto my face, there's something quite amusing about a mad man, it's fun to figure them out.
"Well perhaps we shall be on our way, I have to do something first before you can go home, and seeing as you're a witch I could definitely use your assistance."
"And that is? What are we doing before I go home?"
"Steal some cookies from the queen of course, but oh they're not just any cookies, they're magical cookies." A scoff escapes my mouth, before a giggle joins in.
"Mkay." Whatever cookies they are they better be worth it.
Time skip ~
I observe the trimmed bushes standing right in front of me, the wonderland maze, this is going to be a trip or is it?
In an instance I'm levitating off the ground, flying I guess you could call it, observing the maze in the bottom of me, turning completely invisible.
"Jeez thanks for your help Y/n, you're very helpful." Jefferson yells, "Very helpful."
I appear beside Jefferson fully visible once again, a beaming closed smile on my face. I signal him to follow me, his face yells in confusing, his eyebrows raised and his head tilted to the side a bit but he still follows me.
"So how you memorize the whole maze in a couple of seconds, are you some type of special witch or something?"
"A memory spell, for longer lasting memory that I added on myself months ago, works so well." I say boringly, stopping for a second before taking a left.
"Uh huh wel-" before he can continue I cut him off, "Why could you possibly go to wonderland for magical cookies, what's so good about them?"
"Dark one's orders, the cookies make you grow to a giant size, he wants to add it to his collection of magical items." My brows rise, why would the Dark one send Jefferson to get the cookies when he can get himself, nevertheless I shall the not question the Dark one's orders.
"Huh Okay." Once again I stop, this time stopping at a dead end, quickly I fix the situation by taking a right.
"I should warn you, Wonderland is a dangerous place, ruled by a vicious queen. We're risking our lives to get those cookies as we are going against the queen." Jefferson states, this time I stop not because of this time it's not about the maze.
"So you want me to risk my life to get some cookies from the queen so I can get back to the enchanted forest?" A large doubt enters through me like a shock of lighting, but yet I feel like I have to do this. I mean what if they kill him and his blood is on my hands, I know I shouldn't care about the man I met last night but I feel obligated do to this.
"Correct."
"Uh huh, got it."
After 30 minutes or so me and him have finally escaped the long puzzled maze, I sigh of relief and so does he.
"So what's next?" I question Jefferson, my hands placed on my hips waiting for him to answer me, I could tell he's thinking of his next steps, I hope he has a plan.
"Next we blend in, so they don't know our faces. After that we sneak into the queen's castle, specifically the basement where the cookies are." Again I am in confusion with this man, he doesn't seem to be a warlock so how is he gonna blend us in unless he has clothes to make us blend in with the crow, actually he probably does. But I'm still confused how we are going to go smoothly in the castle's basement .
Jefferson pulls out fabrics and clothing out his bag, and quickly he put a scarf around my neck and it covers my head only my face popping out of it, but noticeably. He then "disguises" himself in multiple fabrics around himself, he's definitely getting recognized.
"So how are we getting to the castle's basement, wouldn't we easily get caught just walking in?" I am replied my Jefferson's mad laugh.
"We're not going to walk into the castle's entrance Y/n, I'm mad but not stupid. We're taking the wonderland caves, we'll have someone sneak us in through there to the basement." This time instead of confuses I'm curious, does this mad man have connections through all the realms?
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"Clock? Clock? Are you there? I'm here, it's tea." Holding the torch in my hands cautiously and carefully, I quick catch on his use of the code names. It's pretty easy to detect a code, they're abnormal and out of the ordinary, sometimes they are used in words to describe a person. I can assume Jefferson's code name is tea because he likes tea, and the person's code name is clock cause they like to read the time?
Soon the caves echoes the door screeching open, quietly but easily, a man stands behind the door. only his head popping out, but he's like a human sized rabbit, that's definitely out of the ordinary but knowing how I have a talking insect in my land I don't seem to mind.
"Quick come in, can't have anyone noticing you" , "and your friend." Jefferson grabs my arm, bringing me quickly inside with him. The rabbit checked his watch shakily, his body anxiously shaking.
"Do you what you must but be quick!" Without warning the rabbit bolted out the room, leaving me and Jefferson in the basement, well what I can assume is the basement.
"Woah it was kinda easy getting in here." I exclaim looking around the room while Jefferson scans the room before searching it.
"Don't savor the moment, the queen of hearts is not to be underestimated. Now quick look for the cookies, if you see a jar of cookies that say eat me with a pink frosting there the ones."
"Okay..." I join Jefferson in searching the room, looking in every corner, trying to look for the small details even the ones that don't seem to matter.
"So who is the Queen of hearts?'
"An evil queen and witch, if we cross her she cuts off our heads even for the smallest misconceptions. Nevertheless why we shall quicken our pace my dear and look for this jar of cookies before our heads fly off our bodies." I nod in response, wondering about this queen of hearts.
A faint sound of footsteps catch my ear, all clattered at once. I look to Jefferson's direction to know if he can hear it, he doesn't at least not yet. I quicken my pace, teleporting while I'm at it.
The stomps get closer at each second, a wave of panic floods through my body yet also amusement, now Jefferson hears it. He panics looking through the the shelves, tables, and even the mess of the pile. I'm constantly teleporting, frantically searching for the jar of cookies.
3 soldiers storm in the room, Jefferson looks at the them with a hidden fear in his eyes, I stand my back to the wall. I'm invisible so they don't know I'm here, the slam of the door shutting makes 2 of the soldiers turn their backs, 1 still keeping an eye on Jefferson.
"What the hell was that?!?" One of them says, I quickly lock the door, before teleporting to the guy looking at Jefferson, knocking him out with one of the things I found while scattering the place.
Jefferson's grin reappears on his face as I make myself visible again, the two soldiers turn around, their eyes frozen for a second.
"Surprised?" In an instance I'm beside the second soldier, amused at the confusing and fear splattered on his face. Jefferson grabs the sword from the 1st soldier that got knocked out, looking at the soldier competitively.
"Ya know I've never seen gear as funny looking as yours in wonderland, your queen has set you up really." Jefferson says, eyeing the soldier in front of him. I on the other hand teleport in different places, scaring and confusing the soldier I'm battling. I've never really felt this joy in my life, I like this even though our lives are at risks right now.
A groan of pain is heard from the other soldier, Jefferson hurt him out, leaving him bleeding on the floor. Now it's us against the 3rd soldier, I knock him out but Jefferson finishes him off.
"Now I suppose we get going, don't you agree Y/nyy?"
"Definitely!" Jefferson throws the hat on the floor, slowly but quickly it opens up. Standing on top or in front of it, Jefferson holds my hand as we prepare to jump. Another stomps of soldiers fill the hallway, luckily the door is locked but that dosen't stop the banging on the door as they try to open it.
As the door swings open, me and Jefferson are already falling through the portal, holding hands tightly laughing.
Soon we fall on dirt and leaves, the hat falling and joining us on the floor too. My eyes meet Jefferson's, a look of amusement on both of our faces. Suddenly I remember something, the jar of cookies. We didn't get it, oh no what is the dark one going to do to Jefferson.
"Jefferson, the cookies!" He madly grins, laughing like I said something dumb. He then grabs something from his bag, a jar, the jar of cookies.
"I got it last minute, turns out it was hidden amongst the books.", "Ya know, You're not so bad for a partner Chesiare ." I sigh of relief, smiling back at him.
"Your not so bad yourself hatter."
As we both get off the ground helping each other up, a feeling waves through my mind. He's fun, I like him I think I wanna see him again after this. We dust the dirt and lint off our clothes, Jefferson lifting up his hat off the floor and placing it on head while I fix my dress.
As we both start to walk away from each other I stop in my tracks, turning back around.
"Jefferson." I call out to him, he then stops and looks my way.
"Can we meet again, maybe another task or something?"
"Yes we can be friends Chesiare if that's what your'e asking." I tilt my head but I accept his words knowing that's what I wanted, why I wanted to see him again. I give him a genuine smile and am received by his, I'm going to love being his friend. I walk away with a pleased feeling in my heart, for once in my life I like one of those guys from the pub.
Okay so I know I haven't finished the backstory yet but I didn't want to make this chapter too long, chapter 6 is going to be the last part of the backstory and then we're going back to the present. I promise not to make you guys wait too long :) I appreciate you readers and I'm thankful for all of you, have a good day/night!
The 5th chapter of Mr.Loverman should be released by tomorrow, probably earlier if I'm energized tonight and write a lot. It's going to be longer than all of the chapters so be prepared, it might be a finished chapter of Y/n's backstory and I'll return to the present, otherwise stay tuned. ALSO I'd like to thank all of you that have read my fanfic and stayed devoted to it and loved it, I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS SMMM AND IM SORRY IF I MAKE YOU GUYS WAIT LONG FOR THE CHAPTERS! ❤️💝
okay but Rashid revealing himself to be Armand and Louis calling him "the love of his life" with that forced look on his face felt like watching a horror movie where it's revealed the protagonist never truly escaped the monster and they're still trapped
Mr. Loverman | Mad hatter/ Jefferson x reader | Pt 4
Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)
“The chesiare cat” pt 1
“Mustn’t you go to that pub, you know I don’t like the men in there, their all a bunch of creeps!” My aunt says as she continues knitting her blanket, looking down cautiously and carefully.
“I have to, it helps us profit more.” I work at the pub usually at night serving all type of men staring with the poor, pirates, soldiers and drunks well their all drunks but hey whatever makes the money. My father had left me when I was a young girl, and my mother was always drinking so she wasn’t always the best parent. My aunt has raised like her own daughter ever since.
“Alright then, be careful Castra.” Castra was my nickname from her, I think it’s the word Cheshire thrived from Latin. I head out the door, flattening my dress and fixing my half up half down hair. Looking good, makes more money , it’s sad but it’s how most women survive in this world.
I stand in front of the pub before making my way into the drunken, a stench of alcohol and men fill my nostrils.
As time passes and the doors open and close repeatedly showing a regular, new or past customer. Eventually the pub quiets down, the type of quiet that’s unusual for a pub. What’s happening?
Throughout all the whispers and murmurs in the pub one escapes to my hearing, a hearing I’m quite shocked to hear. “The dark one’s here”
The entrance door swings open revealing the dark one in the doorway and a man I don’t quite recognize, “Serve us a drink won’t you dearie.” The dark one commands, as him and the random man beside him take a seat beside each other.
It’s unusual for a sighting of the dark one like this, sitting down in the pub for a drink especially with a friend. Eventually the pub goes back to “normal” as it gets back to its regular volume, but this time with weariness.
I can’t help but take glances at the man beside him, the brunette wearing a tall hat and eyeliner surrounding his eyes. Who is he? And why is he with the dark one? It’s none of my business really but I can’t help but ponder.
“You over there, I heard your mouth was going on about taking me on a fight and winning?” The dark one points his attention to one man in particular, I know him he’s a regular. He comes here almost every night, yapping all night long.
He sits surrounded by a bunch of guys, who have a long of fear surging their face. They back up from their seats, leaving their dear “friend” behind. The man has a look of fear and terror on his face.
“Look man I was only joki—ing, I didn’t mean it I s-swear.” He tumbles on his words, holding up on his hands in the hair, for a moment it looked like he about to cry. The dark one and the man beside him only laugh though, laugh at the man’s fear. Soon enough the man was turned into a toad right in front of everyone, followed by the dark one’s evil laughter.
“Need I remind you all once again to never cross my line, it’ll be the last thing you’ll ever do. Little Peter couldn’t speak one word right, a shame I should’ve cut off his tongue.” The dark one announces, the same evil grin shown on his face.
The man beside him nods, smiling as if it’s a sunny admiration. It’s as if he’s mad, he holds a clock in his hands in which he holds as if someone’s about to snatch it from him. For a moment my eyes meet his, and his grins widens a bit but not before I turn my head away focusing on my work.
Time skip •
My night shift has come to an end and I am once again walking back home on a cold late night, but this time it’s different. That man is on my mind, and as much as I try to get him out it’s as if he’s making himself in my mind.
“Godamit, damn hat.” A voice breaks the silence of the forest, causing me to turn my attention to the voice and walk to where I heard the sound from. Eventually I see a man, as I peek behind a tree trying to see what’s happening.
“Always happens when I want to use it I swear.” The man says again, I take note on his features and immediately notice it’s the man from the pub, the one who walked into the pub with the dark one. I look to the hat on the ground and see him repeatedly throw it on the ground, god he really is mad.
I think I should leave now, watching a mad man all night is gonna do me no good. As I back away from the tree a branch is heard breaking from where I’m standing, “shit” I quietly say to myself looking back at the man to see if he noticed.
“Girl from the pub?” The man stands in front of me, smiling madly as I try to swallow the fact that I’ve been caught and how fast he noticed me. “Hi…” I responded nonchalantly but awkwardly, I mean what do you say when you were kind of stalking someone and now you’re caught?
“You stalking me?”
“I heard a sound when I was walking and I let curiosity get the best of me.” The man chuckles to my response, pushing a hair out of his face.
“Fair point girl.” I would tell him my name but knowing as I’ve only met him once would be kinda awkward.
“What we’re you doing with that hat anyway if you don’t mind me asking?” I question and the man smirks looking down at me as if I asked him a dumb question.
“Why practicing for my job of course.” I nod despite still being confused, what type of job requires you to throw a hat on the ground? Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak the ground breaks open where the hat is.
A new look is on his face now, shock. The ground opens wide, not giving us enough time to run. The man takes me into his arms as we fall into the hole in the ground together, a scream of fear escapes my mouth while the man screams in joy and shock.
“Oh shit” is all I hear escape the man’s mouth as we fall in the hole together, eventually we land on the ground in some place I don’t recognize. I sit up softly taking his hands off my waist, as he gets up fixing his shirt while grabbing the hat on the ground. As soon as he gets it, I take his hand as he helps me up from the ground, fixing my dress.
“Where are we?” I ask the man, taking observations of the newly discovered place. The ground of yellow brick, the bushes with red roses, and the sky a playfully color of night and all the other unusual things in this place.
“We are in Wonderland, best you stay close if you wanna get home girl .” He states, still holding my hand. I take my hand out of his, looking around again.
“Why don’t you take me home now? I’m tired I don’t know this place at all, I’m in a random place with a random man!”
“Well I have errands to run plus the hat can only work time to time, listen you can listen to me or not I don’t care. I know this place and if you stay with me I’ll get you home and I know this place well, but if you wanna strain away from me then you’ll find a way to discover how dangerous Wonderland can be!”
I nod in agreement, connecting my arm with his feeling a bit scared. I walk with him along the yellow brick pathway, cautiously and carefully.
“I’m tired, where can I sleep?”
“Mhm I can tell, your lucky I’m already going to a place where you can sleep.” He chuckles with a hint of madness, tugging me beside me tightly but securely.
Eventually our walking comes to a stop when reach in front of a odd looking yet small house, I walk inside with Jefferson looking around the house that looks messy yet in a clean way if that exists?
“What’s this place?”
“My place, where I host tea parties, play games and…sleep.” He says, his grin for some reason enlarging at the end of the sentence. He points at a room, gesturing me to go in it.
“Inside that room is a bed, where you can sleep.”
“Ok.”
I walk inside the room, immediately laying on the bed. God how one day in my life or just a couple hours could change my life. What am I going to do?
