Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

She Knows...

The morning was calm, up until it wasn't. Mordecai had drank some tea, and felt relatively calm. Though it didn't manage to cover up his pounding headache and cold–like symptoms. If a cold was coming on, he was going to be rather displeased. While said symptoms were mild, he brushed them off. Besides, he has to deal with paperwork with Mr. Sweet, regarding all the murders in the hotel. That was going to take a hit towards whatever sanity remained within him.

Though it was a possibility that his sickness was a result of his stress.

Today was strangely chilly, but it was nice enough for comfort. He decided to step out of his room—after getting himself ready for the day—and head out for a walk down the halls.

He would've been in a better mood if it weren't for seeing blood splatters leading into a hotel suite, the door left ajar.

"Here we go," He growled out, gripping the door handle. He pried it open and almost threw up at the strong odor of blood and flesh. The sight of the poor victims was absolutely nasty. Blood was heavily splattered, caked on their hands and other body parts: twins Lucius and Sabrina Montgomery. They were both gutted deeply, their intestines no longer in their stomachs. Their expression resembled pure turmoil and terror, mouths severely gaped. There were bite marks on Sabrina's shoulder and neck with missing flesh, while Lucius seemed to be garbling and suffocating on cyanide. The smell...dear Lord, the smell sent Mordecai's system into negative overdrive, and his stomach twisted. He gripped onto the doorframe, balancing himself.

Then, his eyes locked on a note beside the twins. He internally cursed himself as he pulled out gloves, fiddling with them and adjusting them over his hands. He picked up the note, unfolding it. Words written in dark blue calligraphy ink graced the paper, but despite its beautiful appearance laid a vengeful, violent undertone in which made Mordecai's blood boil.

What happens to one set of siblings happens to another. Surely, nothing would befall any other siblings...though what fun would that be? One ear divot could end in being gutted like a fish~ it would all just depend on the suspect.

Take care, Heller, mei deliciae.

-The Siren, L.A., vivat rosa legio.

Mordecai's nose wrinkled: "The Siren? L.A.?" His eyes glazed over the calligraphed words and phrasing, confusion muddling in his mind. His ears flattened on his head. "Who in Hell is...that..." His eyes went wide: it clicked. His mind replayed that night where he found out from Mr. Sweet that...

"At least we'll have The Siren performing in the Marigold Room this weekend."

"...who?"

"Lacrimosa, son."

"...Lacrimosa Ambrose: the Siren." Mordecai whispered. He let out a strangled gasp upon true realization. He continued to whisper, "...she knows..."

He read the note in his grasp again, this time much hastier. His heartbeat was pounding, hammering in his chest, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins and tremble throughout his hands. His tail fluffed up, and his head snapped upward upon hearing,

"Mordecai?"

He quickly scrambled to the door, getting out of the room and shutting the door, dropping the note in the process. He rammed into Rocky, and Rocky let out a surprised yelp, rushing to steady Mordecai. Unfortunately for the tuxedo cat, he moved much too fast for his liking, causing a dizzy spell that affected him strongly.

"Woah, woah, what's going on?" Rocky held Mordecai's shoulders as he stumbled. Mordecai's eyes filled with horror, yet with urgency. His mouth opened, but words refused to escape. His hands hovered near Rocky, and his breathing—although steady—was shallow, and it was hard for him to halt the dizziness.