It seemed a shame to waste such a beautiful evening on such a haphazard plan, Gemma couldn't help but think as the setting sun blazed through the stained glass windows of the lofty ceilinged chapel onto the faces of the choir. It was bedaubing their skin ruby red, sapphire and emerald, 3 rows of humanoid jewels, and the snow was beginning to stick to the forest ground outside. She might enjoy the evening, in fact, the melody of the voices around her combined with the splendour of her surroundings, if it weren't for what they were planning to do that night.
Catch the Supplier, that was.
There were her family, sat round the table for what she feared could be Sonny's last christmas eve for a year or two, and there was she, at the back of some godawful choir, in the place she'd been given along with Lilly, Clara and Alice at the rehearsal the day before. Stood in front of a chapel full of OAPs, pretending to sing along to O Come All Ye Faithful, Gemma was checking her phone every few seconds until it read 7PM, the time Luca Stone had agreed to meet with the Supplier right outside the stained glass windows. Not that she needed to; she knew she would feel a sharp tug on her sleeve from Alice, who stood to her left, the second he appeared. 6:10, 6:18, 6:37, 6:45, 6:52, the sky finally draped with a veil of darkness, it wasn't until 6:57 she received her first poke under the ribs.
"Luca's here." Alice hissed under her breath as the choir launched into their rendition of O Come, Let Us Adore Him, nodding her head towards the stained glass window that loomed over them at the opposite end of the aisle. Luca's blonde head could clearly be seen emerging from the bottom of it. Gemma nodded and tapped Lilly, who stood to her right, doing her best to warble along.
"Look..." She murmured, Lilly's eyes widening as she caught sight of him. "Tell Clara." Gemma added, reaching across to tap Clara, who stood on the other side of Lilly.
"Luca's arrived." Lilly whispered, Clara raising an eyebrow before folding up her lyric book and shoving it into her pocket. She continued, however, even without the guidance, to croon along to the hymn, both note and word perfect.
"When do we go?" Gemma whispered to Alice, following Clara and sliding her own lyric book into her back pocket.
"As soon as we see the mask." Alice replied, eyes flicking between the booklet and where Luca stood. "Which should be in..." But her sentence drifted to a close, for a flowing black figure floated, almost, into the crimson area of the window. They were moving further and further across, and their cloak was rippling behind them like spilled ink running across paper, until they came to a halt, face to face with Luca. "Let's go." She said, slipping backwards off the podium, clutching onto Gemma's sleeve. "Gemma, come on!" She urged, pulling at Gemma repeatedly, though her jerking did nothing. It was as if Gemma had been chained to the floor, all the impulses that told her legs to move terminating before they even got the chance to leave her brain. There was a horrified screeching in her head too, like nails drawn down a chalkboard, but the nails didn't stop, they just kept going, and going, and going. And it was her. Her own screeching she was hearing, acid burning away the skin on her arm, Supplier in front of her, back in that restaurant toilet, in a ball in the corner. "I...I...I can't." She stuttered, eyes welling with hot, glutinous tears as she watched the figure outside, arm moving down to caress the dressing on her arm. "I can't..."
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