Castles, mysteries, detectives on the hunt. A lot can happen in a short time in the world of Denoë. Especially when you have a physcopathic shapeshifter in the centre of all the commotion. Who will win? When it's the curious case of Raven, from Deno...
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"Somebody help me!" A female voice cried, echoing through the halls as their body was dragged along the floor by the neck tie of their shirt. Pipes hissing, the grey light of the moon shining through pockets of the open roof. They were panting, unable to breathe. "Please... stop this." She whimpered.
The person dragging her along didn't speak a word. A faceless form holding them by the neck, dragging them forward. They came to a stop. She collapsed to the ground, coughing and spluttering. "Please... I know who you are... a woman who goes by the name Raven!" She cried. The person who stood before them, paused, she looked over her shoulder to the woman on the ground. "My name..." She questioned, "Yes... yes that was it."
The woman just looked up to her. Seeing Raven's shadow casting a silhouette against the light of the moon. "What are you doing!" She cried.
Raven knelt down to her, stroking her hand though the woman's black hair. "I'm sorry." Raven muttered. She picked up the woman and sat her in a single chair which was in her middle of the room. The light of the moon shining upon their soft skin. She winced as the light reflected around the area. Lighting up Raven's face, which was filled with remorse. She looked stern, her expression lowered, masked in the shade of her fedora.
"Why me?" She questioned, trying to get any information out of Raven, the woman's expression only able to contort fear.
"My orders must be fulfilled." Raven huffed as she lifted her head. Showing her beautiful face in the grey light. She reached her arm into her pocket and pulled out a gun. The woman unable to run. "Please... I beg for my life!" She cried.
Raven hovered the pistol over her forehead. Ready to fire. "Please!" She wept. Raven presses on the trigger, the bullet about to fire.
"HALT" A booming voice echoed down the factory hall. Raven froze, her finger shaking over the trigger, only a millimetre away from firing. The woman panted for relief, knowing she was still alive.
"Thank you! But... How'd, how did you?" She stuttered as she peered at the man who was walking towards her. "Raven... oh my beautiful Raven." The new comer laughed.
The woman in the chair, darted her eyes to Raven. She appeared to be frozen in time, her face showing anger and frustration, yet unable to do a thing about it, her veins pulsating she wanted to move yet looked like she was physically unable too.
The new comer clapped his hands, and the woman turned to gaze at him as he approached the two, walking around to stand behind the woman in the chair. "Who are you?" She cried, looking over her shoulder.
"I am the one who ordered Raven to kill you." He replied sternly. She glared back to Raven, seeing her contorted face struggle against the command she was given. "Why didn't she kill me?" She questioned, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Because..." He laughed as he knelt down beside her. His mouth a few inches from her ear. "She must obey all commands..."
