A JakexMC Romance - Duskwood Fanfiction
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Manon Corvin, a tenacious fighter and survivor, moves to Duskwood to rescue her friends and the man she's falling for, Jake. As Jake and Manon confront their inner and outer demons, their intertwining desi...
The morning/afternoon after the night before! Manon receives some disturbing news. She tries to catch the attention of a person named Darkness. A few setbacks fray her already transparent patience.
Okay, slight trigger warning for this chapter. There is a passing mention of sexual assault. As in the term, not the actual act of it. Nothing descriptive or anything like that. It's a call between Manon and Alan about Amy's autopsy. I just wanted to warn you.
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"In a house on fire Now we're climbing higher Escaping in the dark Remember who we are And the roof is caving But I'll hide you safely I'll hold you in my arms Remember who we are
Running down the halls We're writing on the walls We never letting go
Let my eyes be the rhythm Let my mind be your freedom You can take it all Let my heart be your shelter Let these bones be the giver Let this soul be your whisper You can take it all, you can take it all
Let my heart be your shelter"
Shelter – Machineheart ******
Manon
Her phone was ringing. The piercing sound of the ringtone ricocheted through her skull and sliced into her brain. Her eyes seemed glued together. She felt as if she were underwater and hadn't drunk anything but acid. Jake was stirring, the hand at her hip clenched and relaxed as she tried to clear the haze of last night's overindulgence. The phone stopped ringing, and she whimpered in relief, but it soon began again. She muttered an oath and clumsily untangled herself from Jake to snatch the phone off the nightstand. She assumed Jake must've put it there to charge because she was so exhausted after their time in the bathroom that she barely remembered getting into bed.
She swiped blindly at the phone and put it to her ear, slumping back down to reply.
"Hello?" She said, voice rough and thick.
A sigh, a familiar one, "Good afternoon, Ms Corvin. I thought you'd want to hear what the coroner found." Alan Bloomgate drolled, and she could hear the subtle sound of him typing on his computer. Afternoon? What time was it? She pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at the time. Manon sat bolt upright, and the feeling of being late for school shot through her like lightning. Jake reacted at her sudden panic and jolted, frowning deeply at her as she silently told him she was okay.
"Sorry, late night. What's happened?" She asked. She felt as if someone had replaced her brain cells with wasps. They were buzzing insistently and kept bumping into her skull.
