Mordecai was mesmerized by the journal entry as he sat in the corner of Perry's abandoned house. The young vampire had stumbled upon the journal by accident while hunting for his objective.
As he scanned through the pages, Mordecai felt a shiver run down his spine. Perry's story sounded like something out of a horror movie.
However, what caught Mordecai's attention was the part about the woman called Piggy. He couldn't help but wonder how someone so kind could be married to a gang leader.
Mordecai decided to do some research on the Swine Mafia and Piggy. He spent hours digging up information on the internet, trying to unravel the mystery of the woman called Piggy.
Mordecai continued to read through the journal entries, his eyes scanning over the words as he absorbed every detail like a sponge. He could almost picture the three boys walking into Piggy's house for the first time, their eyes wide with wonder.
As he read further, Mordecai felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. It seemed that Porter and Paxton were just as taken with the house as Perry had been.
But what caught Mordecai's attention the most was when Perry wrote about the food. The entry was short, but it spoke volumes about how much Piggy cared for the boys.
"Piggy made us pancakes today. They were the best pancakes I've ever had."
Mordecai could almost smell the sweet aroma of the pancakes wafting through the air. He imagined Piggy standing over the stove, flipping the pancakes with a smile on her face.
For a moment, Mordecai forgot that he was a vampire. He forgot about the negative lust and the hunt. He was simply a young boy reading about another young boy's life.
But soon enough, reality set in. Mordecai knew that while Piggy may have been kind to the three boys, as her gang were terrorizing the city.
Mordecai continued to read Perry's journal, his heart heavy with the weight of the young boy's words.
He read about how Piggy had spoken to the three boys about their future in the Swine Mafia. Perry had been reluctant, but Piggy had promised him that there was no other way.
Mordecai couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Perry. He knew all too well how it felt to be trapped in a situation with no way out.
For a moment, Mordecai considered leaving Perry's journal and forgetting everything he had learned. But he knew that he couldn't do that. The people of Cinnabar City needed him, just as Perry and his brothers had needed someone to help them.
Sometimes Mordecai would like to know what it feels like to have a mother that loves him, he likes the situation he had going on with Agatha but he knew that that was not his true mother just somebody to pretend.
His shadows whispered sweet promises in his ears as he flipped from page to page of Perry's journal, Mordecai wasn't even sure what he was particularly looking for but there was something about the words in the journal that spoke to him.
One of the many downsides of being a vampire is that their brains reset after a certain amount of decades. The shadows that Mordecai speaks to are fractions of his memory that have been left behind after every 'reset'.
Mordecai looks to the nearest shadow beside him, he wondered if that shadow had the memories of his childhood, his true childhood with his true mother and father, did he even have a father,? Or maybe he had two mothers? Or even two fathers, sadly there was no way of knowing.
Mordecai's eyes widened as he read Perry's gripping account of meeting Ringoku. He had heard the name before, but he had no idea that he had been such a remarkable young man.
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Third Wish: volume Two
Fantasyit's been a few weeks and The Third Wish guild continues their steady improvement but they have a lot of unfinished business. the bishop elections are currently going on, whoever ends up elected will change the fate of Cinnabar City forever. secrets...