Dead Undying Love

Prologue🫀

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HI POOKIES!!! To my audience of one person, i present to you... A NEW STORY! If you have seen my page before, you can very much tell that i have never finished one of my books yet so were gonna hope i can finished this one 💀 ANYWAY there might be some of my own drawings here in there in some of the chapters for what i picture characters that i have came up with to look like. Also I'm gonna try and put a chapter every 2-3 days depending on what life's like.

    "You would love me no matter what I do forever and ever... right?" Marionette asked.

    "Always and forever" Andrew smiled, his usual million dollar smile. Mary rested her head on his shoulder as he spoke.

    "If only we could pause time," Mary said looking out on the lake, as the Louisiana sun began to set across the water.

    "And not grow old together? I think we would be missing out. I can't even imagine you with gray hair!" He joked.

    "That's not what I mean't silly!" She giggled at his words. Mary sighed as she pulled their blanket over her hands and closed her eyes.

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    Mary reached into her ice chest as she looked for the jar labeled 'HEART' before yanking it out to fry up. Her recent hunting sprees have gone rather well lately, collecting just enough meat for three days worth of meals. Andrew loved her cooking, especially her beef stew. Just as long as he doesn't know her secret recipe. "Darling! May I come in now? It smells delicious but you must have forgotten I have horrible patience," Andrew asked from the other side of the kitchen door. Mary added in the now cooked heart into the stew and tasted it with her spoon. 'Cooked to perfection!' She thought to herself.

    "Yes dear come in!" She replied. In less than a second the door burst open revealing Andrew with a delighted grin on his face. He dipped his finger into the pot and then stuck it in his mouth.

    "You really do need to tell me how you do it," He stated.

    "Can't, after all it's only me and my mother who know the secret. And she kept this recipe a secret to the grave," Mary replied as she served him a rather large portion of the deer heart stew. Without a second thought, Andrew began to eat it hastily like it was the last meal he would ever consume. Everyone loved Mary's cooking, that is until they found out what was in it. After that they would think she was crazy for eating such odd things.

    "Well my dear, I best be heading home! Les' hasn't gone on a walk since the morning, and you know how dogs can be," Andrew said, breaking the silence. His dog was a real sweetie, what a shame she was all alone the most of the day.

    "Buh bye now honey! See you tomorrow!" Mary exclaimed. She watched as he walked out of the door. Mary had noticed he had been acting quite strange towards her lately. She couldn't help but let her mind wander, 'What if there's something going on that he isn't telling me? It's not uncommon for men to have more than one woman without telling them...' She stopped herself before she could start putting lies in her head. She stared at the half full pot in front of her and figured she could take some stew to him later. She smiled to herself and packaged the stew planning on going to his house to give it to him later.

    Mary then walked to her record bin and picked out her favorite album by the Savoy Orphans. Skipping the dial on her turntable down all the way to her favorite song, The Charleston. She reached into the hidden pocket of her dress holding a knife and a tin of cigarettes she managed to hide from Drew and picked out a cigarette. Swaying over to the sofa she then sat down and stared up at the ceiling lost in thought. Before she could doze off her thoughts were then interrupted by the loud ringing of the phone. Groaning in annoyance, Mary slowly moped over to the rotary. "Hello, to whom am I speaking with?" She asked in a painfully formal tone.

    "Mary...," 'Oh no, I know that voice... Papa' Mary thought. "Mary, it's me, your father," He spoke.

    "H-how'd you get my number? I thought your landline had been disconnected," She asked.

    "Sugar, please come home... I miss you," He said.

    "You don't miss me, you kicked me out! You only want me back just to do everything while all you do sit on your lazy ass half the day and illegally make alcohol just to drink it the rest!" She yelled. "I'm not ever going back, sometimes I wonder why mother even tried to please you when she knew you didn't deserve her," She exclaimed angrily.

    "Ma-," Mary slammed the phone back onto it's pegs and sighed. 'If he bothers to try and talk to me one more time, I swear I'll kill him," She smiled at the thought. Happily, she walked back over to her place on the sofa and sat to enjoy the rest of the album.

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    "Hmm" Mary hummed groggily while slowly getting up to check her pocket watch. Flicking open the watch it read 7:36 P.M. and she figured that it was now a good time to bring Andrew the rest of the stew for his dinner. She got up and went to grab her new vaseline glass bowl to package some of the stew. Once she was done, she began her journey to his house. Ever since she had started selling valuables off of her latest kills, she began to make more than enough money for her self. With some of that money, she even bought a car even though it was unfeminine for women to drive. But for this trip she didn't bother busying her self with the task of parking. It was a nice walk anyway, and it's not like she was not known in town. She's been singing and swinging in the same old speakeasy since she was a late teen.

    "Good evening Ms. LeBlanc!" Greeted the store clerk of her favorite cosmetic shop. Maybeline really had taken over.

    "Evening, Lucille!" She responded as she sped up her walking hoping not to start a conversation. Lucille was very sweet indeed, just incredibly talkative for such a small old woman. Getting away from Lucille, Mary then slowed her pace again, her hands clutching onto the covered green tinted bowl. Her mind was blank as she watched the lamp lighters make their way through the city, reaching in each lamp head and making them glow. 'Such an amazing thing they do, but the job is so frowned upon. What a pity,' She thought. Quickly she was pulled out of her thoughts by the feeling of something wet her feet, not realizing she was walking into a puddle. She clutched onto the bowl prepared to hit the ground, until her face hit something hard. A pinstripe suit to be exact. Opening her eyes, she realized she had not hit the ground, but was still standing with not even one drop of stew out of place.

    "Are you alright?" Said a voice that sounded a bit too familiar to Mary. "That would have been quite the fall," That's it! He's the radio man.

    "I'm fine thank you. You've got quite the recognizable voice Radio man," She confessed to him.

    "And you have quite the recognizable face, you do perform at the speakeasy do you not?" He asked. The speakeasy, meaning the most well known party house in New Orleans. It's gotten to the point where you'll even see the police drinking there. I never really get stopped in public, but sometimes I will by regulars of the bar. But Iv'e never seen the radio man there, at least until I knew what he looked like. Good to know picture didn't kill the radio star. If it did I'm sure he wouldn't be as popular as he is.

I'm so happy this is done omg the writer's block is starting to get to me. So pookies, I've decided that im changing it to first person in the point of view of Mary BC THIS WAS SUCH A PAIN TO WRITE IN 3RD PERSON 😭