(OLD) 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1: Jesse

Gemstone Bar - South Side of Beacontown - 9:02 pm

Jess' POV

I was handed a glass bottle of beer at the bar while everyone else is having a good time. For me? It's been a long day, but at least I quite enjoyed it for once I get to do something on my own without given missions from my late boss. I took a sip from my bottle before giving a stern look at the redhead woman who gave me the beer.

"I hope you came back here because you've graduated." Sighed Petra, owner of the Gemstone Bar and an old friend of my late brother, Jesse.

"I was never told that the wedding was canceled considering what happened to Jesse a week ago. Not to mention I wasn't even invited to his funeral." I scowled.

"I'm sorry, it's just that...none of us know how to say this because-"

"I know, you're all just worried about me, but I'm 19 and a half... I'm already an adult so I can handle whatever's out there. Plus, I've gone through a lot of shit overseas for the past 6 years." I told her.

"Thought London's a good place for you considering it's like over a thousands miles away from here."

"Yeah well, trouble just finds me wherever I go. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's not so bad when you get to enjoy it."

"After Jesse died, everyone's been...distant. I'm trying to pretend it didn't happen. "

"At least there's still some of us who really cares about the ones we love. That's why I'm here, and plus, you should thank me for breaking Axel out. Besides, I missed Beacontown.

Oh and by the way, I wonder how's my supposed-to-be future brother in law is doing, you know, since his fiancé is" I made a gesture of my hand making a gunpoint to my head.

Petra sighed and shrugged, "All I know is that he didn't take it very well and didn't spoke to anyone outside of his job after that." I grinned before taking another sip, shaking my head, "Cops are really slow as hell, they're supposed to be protecting the community and its people, but that's just the opposite. And this one? Ha, he couldn't even keep his own boyfriend."

"It's just how it is Jess...The police can't always keep people alive. The fact that people just randomly dies, happens everyday and we just gotta move on."

"Exactly why I'm here, I just wanted to get away from everything that happened to me back in London. It turns out it's no different than Beacontown."

Petra looked around, and then to the stair entrance nearby that leads to the upstairs apartment. "If you're moving back here, I still have an upstairs loft apartment on the last floor, unless you don't like hearing all the noises downstairs. Sure we still didn't have good furniture or enough lights but least we have mattresses."

I chuckled, "I can sleep in a room with a dead rat, I didn't forget."

It's true, this used to be me and Jesse's home after our mom died.

I could stay around in the North side but let's be for real, it's like London, except even more quiet and boring, not to mention they set up those lame security systems around in that area since they're aware that the South Siders will try to vandalize, rob whatever they can there.

That doesn't mean it'll stop them from trying, besides, rumors has it that Jack Stone was infamous for stealing trinkets and artifacts in the North Side. He managed to bypass layers of security system which not many thieves are able to succeed at that time. This made him the most wanted criminal who the police tried to track him down.

Plus, American crime rate is nothing compared to UK, according to the government at least. The English crime bosses are nice enough to have discussion and tea before someone's brain about to get caught in a bullet in a Russian Roulette.