Stay In The Shadows (A WKM Sequel)

Her name was Freya

It was roughly the early 30's, such a glamorous era, everyone avant-garde in trends and flashy clothes, while the world constructs slowly its way towards the future. Freya Montgomery, a graduate of criminal justice, was offered the job of her dreams by her best friend, Damien, who had just celebrated his first mayoral year. It wasn't hard to say yes to the offer, and if it got her to work more with Damien it was all a win win situation. Damien and Freya had been inseparable ever since they meet, of course they had other friends, like Mark, Celine, and the mysterious William who Freya has never met in person but heard so much about. Even at Mark and Celine's wedding, he didn't make it, he was overseas you see. It was another flashy night, specifically a poker night, Mark's idea. She didn't imagine that Mark would invite her, after the divorce Freya assumed Mark didn't want to see anyone, with the whole actor thing and how he was always surrounded by cameras she assumed that where he'll be, surrounded by Gin, or any illegal drink while accompanied by beautiful flappers, but instead he wanted their usual poker night back, which Freya found so... strange, but seeing how exited Damien was for "getting the gang back together" Freya was compelled to go back to that enormous manor again. Freya finally meet William, in his colonel uniform and looking quiet handsome, she hated thinking this but she saw why Celine left Mark for William. Walking into this house felt so odd, she hasn't been here in years, it should feel familiar but it didn't, something wasn't right. The night occurred as it always had been, less poker, more alcohol. Even the detective whom Freya had just meet tonight was as wasted as everyone was. She guessed somewhere things got heated because that same detective punched her in the face, or at least that's what she remembers. Damien carrying her to her room for the night, her drunk state giving her some bravery to speak some unspoken truths that Damien, even if he responded the same towards her, selected to be the gentleman and promised to regain this conversation once they where sober. He made sure a glass of water and aspirins where just next to her in the night stand before she left for the night. Waking up the next morning was a nightmare, not just because of the raging hangover, but because someone had murdered Mark last night. The chef and the butler tremble in fear, and while Freya and the Detective investigated, Damien had to be crushed by the reality that no, things will never be the same. William seem oddly indifferent to what had happened, it didn't surprise her, they hated each other. His explanation seem logical, until they discovered Mark had been poisoned. Strangled, stabbed, shot... it all crumbled down, nothing made sense, specially when the body disappeared.

Freya found Damien pacing around by the gazebo, a place they had been so many times before. They where so worried, it scared her to think they where the only ones who cared. "Don't think I have forgotten about our conversation" he said "For now... we will have to wait" and although Freya had forgotten, she would come to remember that night forever. Celine made her grand entrance, surely Freya promised not to pick sides but... what she did to Mark... couldn't they tell him first? But she knew the answer already. The night only got even weirder with Celine and her witchcraft, Freya was never a believer but after tonight she saw no where around it. There was definitely a presence in this house, and by the gardeners words, not a good one. That's when everything crushed, everything happened in a blink of an eye, Celine was possessed but her body seem to not hold whatever was in this house, and Damien... Freya saw the gears turning in the colonel's eyes, something twisted was waking up. Discovering this was al orchestrated by the detective and Mark was an eye opener, of course, this wasn't a poker night, Mark was after revenge. But somehow their fates where sealed, as William fought the Detective he shoot him. Freya tried to fight the gun out of William's hands, only to be shoot as well. The pain ached her whole body, making her stumble back through the balcony they where standing, free falling to her demise.

A promised was presented to Freya by the red lips of Celine, she promised that if they all used Freya's body that maybe they'll get even with Mark. This promise was accentuated by Damien, and given just how much she trusted Damien, how much she loved Damien, she was sure this would work, this will work. Waking up was just like the morning before, hellish. Pain just crumble around her body, a broken neck, broken ribs, and possibly a broken leg. Everything was painful. Seeing William was shocking, it made Freya flinch for a second. Watching William decent to madness was heartbreaking, she wish she could had stopped him but... something was wrong. She saw Damien's cane but was she the one looking? She reached for it and grabbed it but was that her hand? She looked at the mirror but suddenly realized she wasn't looking into the mirror, she was looking out. She'll never forget the way the mirror shattered, and how it enabled her from escaping, how this cold air just wrap around her, how he looked remorseful but soon he looked angry, how he stormed out, leaving her behind. She stayed there, waiting for him, trusting that maybe he'll be back, maybe he's just protecting her, he has to come back, he has to. But he didn't. And the minutes became hours, the hours because days, the days became months and months became years. She never forget, she never forgive, she only remain, waiting for the right moment. waiting.