Today is the funeral day for Ms Smith at Gotham cemetery. Alex comes over to my house to offer a shoulder to cry on as he referred it too.
We're all dressed in black except for my foot wear, I barely own black shoes so am clad in coffee brown to at least blend in.
The ride to the cemetery was the longest journey I ever had, watching Mr Smith look out the opposite window seal and sniff into his hanky broke my heart, he didn't deserve this pain. The pain that I caused him by leading Ms Smith to her death after his warnings.
He barely says a word the whole journey likewise to when I arrived from the Mahole mansion. He looks at things like they ain't there, keeping his emotions to himself at all times.
The ceremony is then opened by the chief priest of west Gotham, "let's open with the Lord's prayer."
I look around at the great crowd, indeed she was loved and was to me missed by many. All heads are bowed low in sorrow.
Scanning the crowd, my eyes land on Vondrich!
He winks at me then holds his neck high.
A chill runs down my spine, I feel cold suddenly and sit down on the bench supporting my head between my sweaty palms.
"Are you okay?" Alex holds me from the shoulders.
"Totally," I reply needing to be left alone. I was lucky not to have seen Vondrich at the mansion during my night there, morning likewise but now it killed me inside out. How dare he appear in a funeral of his victim.
His got the guts.
I needed to talk to him now and right now.
Looking back to the left direction, our eyes meet in an instant. I walk over to him prepared for the circumstances.
"Why did you have to come?" I collect all my will power to ask him this. Being this close to him made my blood boil so I had to wained up my intentions and leave.
"Of course this the funeral of a friend,"
"Whom you made your snack?"
He slightly laughs.
"Are you planning to continue with this bad act?"
"No, not you maybe others?" he winks.
"Jesus! and why is that!" more worried now.
"My intentions are gratified, he left town for good."
"Alec!! " startled.
"None other than him."
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The trilogy of Gotham.
Teen FictionBy 8am I open the store ready for the brand-new day. The routine is dusting the shelves,checking the cameras and open the store finally. Then I sit behind the counter attaining a newspaper. I come across blue eyes directly aimed at me, am frozen. "O...