Truth

-Haunt, Or Be Haunted-

"The deep, mysterious allure of emerald eyes paired with the darkest black eyeshadow. Smoky eyes always create an aura of intrigue. Bright crimson lips whisper regal elegance, fit for a queen. Hair flowing freely, a symbol of dark femininity. Unruly curls, mirroring your wild spirit; remember, you're the one in control. Know who's your prey and haunt it, or be a prey and be haunted.. The silver gown emanates an air of priceless sophistication; Two words, majestic, queen."

Aesira's whispered words lingered in Jane's mind, preparing her for the challenges ahead. She understood this wasn't a mere game of hide and seek; it was a dangerous dance of survival - haunt or be haunted.

Jane rose before the mirror, her gaze intense. Aesira approached, presenting unique shoes. "These aren't ordinary shoes. When danger looms, pull the heel, and defend yourself. A gun resides in the right one. Clear?"

Jane affirmed with a resolute nod, seizing the shoes and slipping them on.

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"I know exactly what this is about," Matheo declared before striding purposefully to his waiting car.

His friends hurried to follow him, and hopped in the car.

"Where are we headed?" Angelina inquired as they settled into the vehicle.

"To my mother's house; I fear she's the one who holds the key to unraveling this mystery," Matheo revealed, his foot pressing down on the accelerator, propelling them swiftly towards his mother's residence.

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"Mom! He's got her! I'm certain of it!" Matheo's voice echoed through the halls as he burst into his mother's home.

Sara, bewildered by the sudden urgency, questioned, "What's happening? What do you mean?"

Marika's sister fixed her gaze on Matheo, who affirmed with a solemn nod before they all settled into a tense silence.

"Kevin isn't just any ordinary man," Marika began, her tone heavy with gravity as she locked eyes with Matheo.

"He's a member of the underworld, a dealer in darkness and crime. Ever since John hinted at the cryptic messages she tried to convey, I sensed a sinister presence. I hesitated to share, needing to confirm my suspicions. It's a weighty secret, one I should've disclosed earlier, but the gravity of the truth weighs heavily on me," Matheo confessed, the air thick with unspoken fears and the looming threat of the unknown.

"Why didn't you ever tell the cops everything?" John's inquiry cut through the tension, his eyes seeking answers.

Marika rose to her feet, her voice laced with a mix of determination and fear. "For Matheo's sake! You can do as you please, but involving the authorities is a line we can't cross with him," she asserted firmly.

"I care for Jane deeply, but my love for Matheo surpasses all. If Kevin truly has a hand in her disappearance, Matheo, you mustn't take another step forward," she declared before retreating to her room, leaving a lingering sense of foreboding in her wake.

"Fuck!" Matheo's frustration erupted, his fist meeting the unyielding wall in a burst of anger.

John, the voice of reason in the chaos, intervened, his touch a grounding force. "Take a breath. Let's regroup at home and figure out our next move," he urged, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and resolve.

Angelina interjected with a strategic suggestion, "Not Matheo's place. Perhaps his father's. He might be there."

"He's away on business. Well, technically 'absent'... The bigwigs in the Mafia world throw a party every 21st of March. He's slated to attend," Matheo disclosed in a hushed tone, the weight of his words underscoring the gravity of the situation.

Sara's voice, tinged with hope and apprehension, floated into the conversation, "Could Jane be there?" The mere possibility hung in the air, threading a thin strand of optimism amidst the looming darkness.

"Wait a second, I've got an idea," Angelina's determination shone through as she swiftly retrieved her phone, dialing the mysterious number that had reached out to her, each unanswered ring fueling her persistence as she refused to yield to silence, her resolve unshaken by the lack of response.

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Jane emerged from the room, an ethereal vision, her appearance belying the turmoil within. She understood the gravity of her impending actions and the potential repercussions for Matheo, a thought that weighed heavily on her conscience. A wave of dizziness swept over her, prompting a hasty retreat back to the room, where she succumbed to the overwhelming unease, and vomited. She wasn't ready for this, not even a little.

"You alright?" Aesira's concerned inquiry pierced the tense air, seeking reassurance from Jane.

With a silent nod, Jane braved the path once more, only to encounter Jad, a silent sentinel awaiting her arrival.

"Time to go," Jad's voice cut through the silence, beckoning her towards the waiting car, where Crook sat, a silent presence in the shadows.

Seated in the vehicle, Jad extended a phone to Jane, his words laced with a harsh edge, "Your friend won't quit ringing. Answer her call and set things straight. Tell her to fuck off"

Jane took the phone and answered Angelina.

"Jane! I searched a bit about what kind of movie they were filming and found nothing! So you gotta tell me the whole story of it, because the media is not spoiling anything. Please tell me there's some bold scenes with bold girls, attending parties, and messing around. I love these kinds of characters!"  Angelina said hoping that Jane would understand what she meant.

"Yeah exactly Angelina. It talks about a girl who's going to parties under false identities, just to stop criminals and stuff. It's really interesting!" Jane said looking at Jad who was glaring her.

"Anyways I gotta go, I'm really busy right now. Hope we meet soon! Bye." Jane said as she hung up the call.

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Word count: 955 words.

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