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CHAPTER 11:
-THE OPPOSITE.-

❝ cause' I'm a jealous jealous jealous girl, if I can't have you, baby, if I can't have you, baby.❞

- jealous girl by lana del rey
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ASTONIA'S POV: KOTATION MUSEUM

I straightened the polyester jacket, hooking up the walkie to my belt and heading out of the staff room, my clothes in a duffel bag. I shoved one of two bags aside where Gemma said she'd pick it up from as I headed into the museum.

I pushed the giant doors, the sound echoing through the large building. I looked around to see many people dressed outstandingly with champagne bottles in hand, more so bragging about all the expensive things they own.

"Psst, hey, you!" I heard a hushed tone urge at me. I stiffened, side eyeing to my right to see a kind looking face, her dyed blonde hair wrapped up in a bun. She was wearing a security uniform as well, so I assumed she actually worked here. I walked towards her awkwardly, mastering up my act.

"Yeah?" I responded, standing next to her now. She smelt of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon, which fit her perfectly.

"I have no idea what's going on, but it looks like you don't either; you're not even in your position." She muttered.

"O-Oh, sorry, where am I supposed to stand again? I sorta forgot, you know, this place is big and all," I chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh uh... what's your number?"

"My number?" I questioned.

"The one on your tag?"

"Oh, right," I stuttered, digging into my pockets in hope of finding a tag, and I did, "17."

"Oh, great! You're beside me, the pillar next to the stairs is where your stance is." She pointed towards the stairs beside us.

Perfect.

"Oh, thanks. But uh, where do the stairs lead to?" I asked, confirming whether the layout was the same as the blueprint.

"It leads to the window balconies, you see those arches?" she pointed towards the decorated window spots, where you could easily oversee the whole museum, "Yep. Apparently, people have committed suicide from up there," the girl gagged at the fact, and I gave her a weird look, "Yeah, if I know that, you should too. Oh, my name's Millie, by the way! Sorry for not telling you earlier," she chuckled, scratching the back of her neck.

"No worries, mine's Astonia." I introduced myself, before taking a glance back at the steps, then at the other bag I held.

"What's that?" Millie asked once she saw my diversion of eye contact.

"Oh- it's just... some safety measures. You never know, there could be an attack at any time!" I nervously joked.

"Right," she chuckled along.

"Do you think I could check out what's up there before everyone arrives? I just wanna see the view, you know?" I stammered.

"Sure! I'll cover for you in case anyone asks, you're in the bathroom." She sent a wink towards my direction once I'd reached the bottom of the stairs, so I flashed a small smile back at her before climbing up the steps.

My hands began to sweat, the bag almost slipping from my grasp with a million thoughts swarming my head. A gush if worry that the plan would fail; a strong gut feeling that I didn't find pleasant at all.

Nonetheless, I reached the top and began to zip open the bag, pulling out the stand and sniper out of it. I twisted the knobs of the stand to make it level with the tiny peep holes they called 'windows', hoping no one would catch me. I placed the large gun on the clips, taking a quick aim at where he'd be standing. Fortunately, I had caught a glimpse of the girl. I tilted my head away from the gun's gunsight barrel, smiling to myself before seeing another girl approach her.

I looked back through the gunsight, seeing Jenna freeze at the sight of the other girl. She had gorgeous shimmery hair with an aura of a goddess, the green dress she wore doing nothing but illuminating her beauty further. I could tell Jenna was in a trance, her movements seeming more stiff, dryer than usual, less graceful than it would be.

She was nervous.

Why would she be nervous? Is it because of the girl that just approached her? A stupid... blondy?

"Distractions," My father warned, "Are for the weak. You don't want to be weak, do you?" He questioned, snatching the gun I so firmly held onto a meer second ago, the metal end of the pistol cold on my forehead, "Only fools will fall for it."

Distractions.

I drifted my focus away from the two, and turned the nozzle towards the stage, right at the lectern where he'd be standing behind. I let go of the machine and packed up the rest of my belongings, heading back to the main hall with the bag over my shoulders.

"So, how was it?" I was greeted with the warm smile and voice of Millie, who had been patiently waiting for my return.

"It was amazing, great view of the stage from up there." I grinned, before a loud clap echoed through the vast building. There on the stage stood three men, two of them positioned on each side of the middle man, infamously known as Lucius Wolfhard.

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A/N:
... sorry?? writer's block is a bitch yall, but i promise it wont happen again please forgive me 💀 ive still got like 2 other stories to update as well, fuck me. im so excited for what's coming up in this story!!

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