Arcane ❨ 𝗙. 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗦 ❩

Chapter Seven

Y/N WOKE UP TO AN EMPTY BED THAT NEXT MORNING.

Her eyes flutter open to face the empty side of the bed where Five was supposed to be, a small crease in the bed sheet that indicated he was there at one point.

She stands up from the bed and walks out of the bedroom, her eyes scanning the kitchen and the living room to see no sign of Five at all.

She walks through to the coffee table and frowns upon not seeing the usual note that was waiting for her by Five, explaining his absence.

The girl sighs and picks up the television remote, switching onto the news to see latest updates of the world.

"We have latest updates on the cities current terroriser, known as 'The Mysterious Killer'."

The screen the flickers over to what seemed like a petrol parking station where the camera is zoomed into the masked man, more specifically, his wrist.

His blazer sleeve was slightly rolled up, revealing a deep black tattoo, outlining an umbrella.

"This is the first clue we have ever gotten in concerns to this individual. So, please, look out for anybody with a tattoo on their left wrist."

Y/N suddenly felt her head furiously pounding in her skull as her mind flashes back to the sexual session between her and Five the other day.

How his bare arm trapped her in her place and how she was to notice the familiar ink on his left wrist.

"No.." She whispers to herself in denial.

Could she have really been that blind?

Always leaving the apartment frantically, his unusual style with suits, the secretive side of him and the many expensive gadgets in his grasp.

Five is The Mysterious Killer.

Had he been planning on killing her this entire time but she was just too blinded by his false love to realise?

The more time that clocked past was the more pieces she gradually put together until she got the full picture.

Y/N shoots up from the seat and runs towards the apartment entrance, pulling down the handler and swinging the door open, not wasting another second by sprinting down the halls of the building.

Her lungs burn and she could feel the disgusting acid liquid building up in her throat that she quickly swallows back down, her legs pumping beneath her as she runs like never before.

All this time, has been a complete lie.

She was kidnapped, not saved.

The girl stops and rests her hands on each of her knees, bending forward as she heaves for her breath back.

She then looks around her to see a now completely pitch black sky and a small bus stop bench beside her.

She then decides to lay down on the bench and close her eyes, getting a little bit of sleep before deciding what to do next.

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THE NEXT DAY, Y/N's eyes flutter open and for a moment she fantasised that she was still at Five's apartment and that everything was alright.

But as she slowly came back to reality, she sits up on the bench and rubs her red eyes, her back slightly sore from the position she had led on.

She stands up and begins to walk down the pathway, glancing around as she attempts to summon up a decent plan in her mind.

She knows she cannot go back to the academy.