MACKIE (A Céline Dion FanFiction)

Who Did?

Author's Note:

Hello guys! I really didn't want to start the chapter with a note but I wanted to post a warning. So, I made this Chapter that you may found creepy as I tried to went inside an obsessed mad man's head. I honestly find this really hard and a huge challenge for me because I myself has been really creeped out of what I have been typing here. But, I hope you'll like this chapter!

Don't worry, I am not a mad man (Lol). I kind of read articles and watch documentaries about what's on a mad man or a killer's head and from there, I based this from.

I also gave a little of rated 18+ words that I really tried hard to take part on this. So, I'm truly sorry! This is really embarrassing for me! 🙊

If ever you're uncomfortable reading these kinds of things, it would be best to just skip the chapter.

Merci!

— Danielle | FIDELAFIN ♥️

August 15, 2003 | Friday —

A hit of cigarette that lit up the tip. It is in a total dark room, they can only see each other's faces silhouettes while everything inside had almost sticked with the smell of stains and cigar together.

Broken glasses and old rusty irons from the muebles inside that old building has been all around. The place is dirty, full of dried leaves and stagnant water from corners added the fact that this place is long time abandoned.

The other took the last hit that finished the stick and drop it down the cold cement floor and stepped on it when the other person started walking closer. He had a gun on his pocket as well as an army knife. Just to be sure.

"How much?" A man with a raspy and deep voice said.

The cold wind started blowing inside that abandoned building through the broken windows. Only the full moon illuminates the place. At least, to see each other's silhouettes in the dark.

"You name it. You know I'm an easy man." The other one with a deeper voice answered. His built is big that he could almost be known as a boxer or someone who's into weights and physical combats.

He took that black briefcase beside him from the floor and kicked it towards the other man on the other end. The sound echoed inside as if it's the only thing that highlighted the whole conversation they are having.

He picked it up and opened it. Full of thousands of euros inside and then the man smirked, shook his head softly and closed them again. His biceps flexed when he hold the case on his side.

"You're crazy for that bitch—"

"Don't you fucking dare call her that!" He bursted out in a sudden while throwing him his pointed finger. His voice echoed once more inside the room.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

That man slid his hands in his pockets. The shoes are well shined and the black suit is a designer's brand. His Rolex shined before the moonlight.

"Do you think she'll be crying back to you when you decided to do this?" Another question he wanted to answer from what he believed will happen.

"Of course! She's in love with me! Céline is in love with me, Jacque. She'll definitely come to me and leave that old man."

"Huh."

"She doesn't love René at all. The twins are the only thing that's keeping them together. And I will eliminate them if that's what I had to do to have her."