A lot of cars were parked in front of the Spitz's villa in that early afternoon of September. Those cars mostly belonged to the police and forensics. An incident had happened there and it had all turned wrong for the poor man living there. Thankfully, he was there. Thankfully, he was home alone when someone had sneaked into the house to steal from them, thinking there wouldn't be anyone. His wife and children – two boys aged of five and six – were away from home when it had all occurred. But Rose was there now, stuck in the middle of cops telling her she couldn't access her own house for a reason they weren't giving her. The kids were staying at her grandmother Jackie's for the day since Maxence and Rose were taking a day for themselves. But that day wouldn't happen. Panic was clutching at the stomach of the young woman at the sight of all those officers and forensics around the house.
"I-I need to know," she stammered. "What's happening? Where's my husband? Is he alright?"
But her questions were falling on deaf ears. No one wanted to respond her. The panic was increasing with every second she was left without an answer. She picked at her fingers nervously. Obviously all the neighbours were around to watch the scene and Rose felt like she was suffocating in the midst of the crowd. She was trying to get to her house but she was always pushed away like a simple gawker. Suddenly, someone yelled something that made her heart stop. She felt very bad as the colours faded away from her face. She was about to faint: something had happened to her Maxence, something that really was wrong.
"Call an ambulance! He's still alive!"
The crowd seemed to hold his breath back as the urgency of the situation was clearly felt in the air. Rose couldn't handle so much tension. She was having troubles to breathe. A panic attack. Everyone was so focused on the moves in the villa, on trying not to lose anything from the scene so they could tell their own version later, that they didn't notice that the young woman was losing her grip on reality. But they would add the fact that Maxence's wife had fainted on the place where her husband was brutally attacked.
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Down to Earth
Fanfiction"Instead of killing himself, he could rewrite his whole life and have a better one. He only had to use the Chameleon arch. And maybe finally be happy in a life where his past as killer wouldn't weight so much on his shoulders."
