Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Power Down, Are You Feeling Nervous?

It was all going accordingly: it was a haunting thing, really, watching everything fall into place for an antagonistic woman with a friendly and motherly facade. It was a damn lie.

This was Lacrimosa's plan, all along: to kill the bodies lured into the Siren's Pier. Normally, she would do this task by herself, but with her Rose Brigade, she just had a feeling it would go much smoother if she had more assistance. She had yet to tell them about all of the bodies under the stage...oh well, she told herself after bringing Roxanna back up to her office, if they find something, they find something: not my worries. Besides, it's only James and Silas: who would they tell?

She looked over her shoulder while Roxanna was distracted. Her amber eyes narrowed. "...Roxy, dear?"

"Yes ma'am?" Roxanna looked up at her. Lacrimosa brushed a loose strand of gray fur from her face, and rested her hand on top of the other's head.

"You came from that traveling circus, right?" She asked.

"The Brimsworth Circus, yes." Roxanna nodded. Lacrimosa smiled at this.

"I was wondering, if you're up for it," she drawled, "you can explain to me how it shut down~"

"A fire. Everyone got engulfed in flames." Roxanna frowned.

"Ah, a shame." Lacrimosa tutted.

"Yes...a shame." Roxanna turned her head from her. "It happened from the lights. We were trying to have them power down."

"That's when you let the sparks go awry, yes?" Lacrimosa looked at her nails, seemingly disinterested. Roxanna's blood went cold, and her heart stopped.

"I-I...I..." She stuttered. Lacrimosa giggled.

"Mei deliciae? Are you feeling nervous?" She asked, feigning concern. Roxanna's mouth was slightly agape.

"You–how did you—" She was cut off.

"Just rumors flying around, about how the Radiant Roxanna had been treated so cruelly." Lacrimosa frowned, brows angling slightly. "She freed her family from the clutches of Brimsworth, but with a price." Her eyes pierced at Roxanna's left eyebrow: she noticed half of it was burnt off. She even had scars along her eye, but nothing too damaging.

"...I don't believe it..."

"Oh please: I knew you were going to crawl to me. You begged me for this job a few weeks ago, and you proved to be exceptional when it comes down to letting thighs get caught in the...heh...crossfire." Lacrimosa smirked. "So, I trust that you'll handle this in two days?"

"...yes." Roxanna confirmed, nodding.

"Good, my dear," Lacrimosa lit her cigarette, "very good."

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Silas had gone on to do another murder mission, with Mandisa by his side. This specific job, they had to drag two bodies underneath the jazz lounge, then hide them under the floorboards of the stage. It was large, like a cavern. It was an underground parlor, with a bigger bar, booths, chairs, tables, everything all at once. It was dim at the moment, and it was silent, aside from the occasional footsteps.

Roughly wiping the blood off of his face, he sighed sharply. He grunted as he dragged the body across the floor, grimacing at the sight of blood being smeared. He'll get an earful from Lacrimosa if he doesn't clean this up.

"Well...this is an inconvenience." Mandisa hummed, having an easier time dragging the body bags. Silas frowned, brows furrowed.

"Did Lacrimosa tell you why we're dragging the bodies down here?" He asked her.