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Marilyn Monroe, 1953.
168. A Morte de Stalin (The Death of Stalin, 2017), dir. Armando Iannucci
Year 1953 (Valiant Souls)
I was just started with a thought, a doubt. When Kate was killed during World War Two, Claire moved from France to live in another place. She was chilling while she continued to investigate about the demons and Dewana. However, she didn’t forget about the human worlds. She was just a teacher in one city. She was teaching french lessons to a class of kids. They were appreciated her. She was doing her best to entertain the lessons. She believed kids could learn faster by having fun. No one missed her class or only when the kids were ill and in vacations. After several weeks, Claire noticed that two kids and siblings were absent for a long time.
- Maria, do you know if they are still ill? It’s been a few weeks already. (Claire)
- I don’t know madam Adam. I didn’t see them in a while either. (Maria)
- Thanks Maria, back to the lesson everyone. (Claire)
Claire has spent so many years living that she could develop elaborated instincts. Something was odd, she never heard of these two kids in weeks. The parents told her tho they were ill. She started to guess something was wrong. When she visited them the parents’s kids, no one was in the house. Maybe they were working? Lots of dust were covering the windows of the houses. She wasn’t obey the law, she broke the front door and entered inside. The place was a mess, furniture was damaged and ruined. A fight happened here, she inspected every rooms. All of them were spoiled. One last place to check...the basement. She went down the stairs. She could hear some little noises. She switched on the lights. Then, Claire couldn’t stop staying quiet and opening her eyes. Two kids, the siblings, were enchained. They were in a very bad shape. Next to them, the decomposed bodies of their parents. She came closer to them and freed them. They couldn’t move a lot but they recognised their teacher. They cried without holding back.
- Shhhh it’s okay, it’s okay. Everything is okay. (Claire)
She pet their hairs and she noticed they were not wearing many clothes. She was angry as she could guess what happened to them.
- Ma...madam, they will be back soon....(Tim)
As the kid said that, some big noises could be heard just above them. Those noises were getting closer.
- Tim I need you to go hide with your sister. I’m going back soom I promise. (Claire)
Tim nodded, took his sister’s hand and hided in some old closet in the basement. Claire took the stairs and when she arrived in the living room, a couple was there. They were not happy to see her.
- You...you won’t get away from this place. (Man)
- Don’t worry sweetheart, we paid for these kids. Let’s kill her and take the kids out of this town to continue our game~ (Woman)
They were about to take some guns from their pockets when Claire transformed into her demon form. She stayed silent but she had a very dark face. The couple freaked out and dropped the guns by fear.
- Wha....what are...(Man)
He couldn’t finish his sentence as he was knocked down. Claire held everything to not just kill him but she didn’t want to kill and flee again. At least not when kids needed her.
- What..are..you..? (Woman)
Claire grabbed her by the neck
- You have one minute to tell me who you paid and everything you know or you and your shitty boyfriend are gonna have a rendez-vous with death in person as well as hell.
Tim and his sister waited until Claire came back. They held her hands and when they got out, the police was there to thank and to put the couple in jail. They were saying Claire was a demon and stuff like that. The police was not listening to them.
- Until you have new tutors, you will live with me, is it good for you two?
Tim and his sister, Camille, nodded.
- You are not a demon madam. (Tim)
- You are an angel. (Camille)
Here you go with another story of Claire! I hope you will like it ^^. I needed to write that story today, i don’t feel that good and i notice that writing about Claire is a great way to distract myself and feel better (despite the heavy stuff of this story!). Enjoy it and be careful if you are sensitive to this theme ^^”. Also now Claire has finally a family name. She is Claire Adam! ^^
Claire, Tim and Camille belong to me
Dewana belongs to @superyoumna
Valiant souls belongs to @superyoumna @hammie-heart @wolfwrathknight