A/n HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks for reading and i hope you guys enjoy this fabulous friday. This chapter is actually kinda short, i'll work on that.
Dedicated to my Bffladutza Halleigh, whose username i forget....
CH 4
May’s POV
The man’s fat knees hit the ground and his meaty legs turned to jello. My blade swiped clean through his spinal cord, and a satisfying crunch put a smile on my pale blood stained face. Licking my lips, I shoved the overweight bastard to the floor.
“May, you have too much fun doing this.” My twin brother, Bug, said, wondering In from the shadows. I scoffed.
“Oh, so the next time I catch you cutting up some poor hooker behind 7-11, I can say something, right?” He looked at me incredulously be for turning on his heel and strutting out of the factory, total bitch mode.” If we keep listening to the likes of you, the secretary will have time to call the authorities. I’m positive that panic button works off the backup generator.”
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The Scott-Morrison Mansion loomed in the distance, surrounded by six high-end classic cars. Every light in the Manor was on, the grand chandelier visible from its surrounding windows. Stark white pillars marbled with black stood proudly at every corner of the grand building. At the top of the gracious five story home, a jet black mermaid with emerald eyes hung by her tail, her exquisite detail hidden in the dark of the night. Before the beautiful manor, a fountain trickled quietly, as if politely whispering to a stranger how wonderful they looked at the current moment.
The view was perfect from the servant’s quarters at the bottom of the hill.
My brother and I sat in the dingy shed, on a small over stuffed couch, trying to scrub the blood from our clothes. The rules for servants were simple but strict: Clean clothes, no disrespect, and to obey every order, no matter how degrading or silly. This manor was built on what we like to call no man’s land, six miles away from a post office, nine from the nearest mall. Police wouldn’t bother coming out this far. Dead servants weren’t a regular thing, but no one acted surprised when Sir Jordan woke the 2 of us to dispose of a body.
Sir Jordan Smith-Morrison was quite the charmer. His air of confidence and cherry disposition only made him more attractive. Every girl that had so much as looked at him was a goner. He took many men into his bad chambers as well. He had a unique gift; the power to make you feel wanted, like you more than. Sir Jordan hadn’t killed many servants, but he had a temper on him. Once, Sabrina Kyles, bless her soul, spilled his morning tea onto his PC and he threw her from the third story window. Me and Bug hauled her body to the cabin and cremated her. Her ashes sit in a beautiful Russian pot near Sir Jordan’s bed.
The main killers in the manor were Jessibella, Jordan’s god sister, and her husband, Chester. They were creative, loud, curious people who loved to try new things. For example, Jessibella was studying mythology with her private tutor a few months ago, and at the mention of Pagan gods, began to collect materials for a sacrifice. Unfortunately, the tutor was a rather unsightly man who was obviously a virgin.
My visit to the past was rather rudely interrupted by a curt rap to our door. Thinking nothing of it, I threw open the door of the ugly shack and was shocked to see the site in front of me: Jordan, Jessibella and Chester, all of whom looked very flustered. They all looked very panic and slightly relived.
“May, Junebug,” Jordan, always the gentleman, began” we are in desperate need of your immediate assistance.”
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Jordan pulled open the door to the wine cellar. The 5 of us marched quietly through the seemingly endless rows of wine, turning every once in a while. After what seemed like a mini eternity, we came across a blue clad body. Bug gasped loudly and turned, red in the face, to Jordan, angling his body to block my view.
“What the hell! Jordan, what were you thinking! We are all going to be hunted! We can’t just burn this body and be done with it! They know where he is, they will come looking-“ Curiosity got the best of me, and I shoved Bug’s body away. For the first time in a while, I was genuinely afraid.
“You killed a police officer? You killed a goddamned police officer!”
“Yeah, we got that! We have a plan, we just need your help.” Jessibella sat on the floor, and began explaining.
“There’s this government facility just of the coast…”
Ch Song: Oh Glory by Panic! At the Disco
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