Simona Davis slips under the barbed wired fence. She looks behind to see if anyone else followed her, something that is always her first instinct. Always check for Intruders. And be ready for impact.
The derelict mansion outside of the city looks down on her as she pushes through the shrubs and bushes that have taken over it's compound. The menage gives off a sense of danger. No one came lurking around this place. Those who did before went back home with strange anecdotes. So,why would she dare? The house would remind you of one of those vexed households a family moves in in horror movies.
Its broken windows and peeling paint don't promise comfort to the soul. The windows and doors are all ruined and dark.
No one lived here but then it proved to be a perfect place for a hideout-that is if you dared.
"Stop gloating." She says.
"There's no point to gloat about something you perfectly do all the time." The man replies.
Simona scoffs." He said, hesitantly."
"She said,jealously because she wanted to beat the crap out of the rapist pig."
"I let you have that one."
"Hmm... Strange you never let anyone get the best of you." He muses.
"Which is why you are carrying him." She points out smugly.
Walter lays unconscious on the man's shoulder.
The man chuckles." Yeah, your subtle little revenge act amuses me."
She smirks.
"But punching him like that wasn't so civil, you know." He says with a concerned voice.
"Had to knock him out,before he started screaming or something."
"Hmm." He hums.
They approach the forbidding house. The main door is broken down but still is firm on its hinges. The cold wind makes it creak noisily. Everything else about its design is ancient and has pretty inscriptions on its length and width. The door handle is rusted showing that it once had an elegant iron strip to it. But something else that could not be seen easily shines in the moonlight.
A miniature symbol located right on the base of the pointy handle. A symbol of a cat head. Simona scans the door handle and finds it. She wipes off the dust on its surface. The cat head is now clear in the night. It is black and has two purple eyes. She presses it and a sound comes off it. It's a door bell. The sound echos in the compound. "Fucking loud,Jesus!" She complains.
The man shakes his head.
After a few minutes, the door creaks open and sways into the house. They walk in. It shuts behind them with a soft clink. The house is dark and she smells dampness and mold. They stand still to her post waiting.
Suddenly, the room comes alive.
The interior is well furnished and polished. Curtains of red hang down to the marble floor. Carpets and velvet couches splayed across the room. But the strangest of all are the burning lilac flames that lit the room. The dancing flames in the lights reflect onto the black marble floor.
Simona rolls her eyes and takes a cigar out of her coat.
"So bloody theatrical."
"You seem a bit tense tonight." The man remarks.
"Shut up." She lights it and drags deeply. She exhales. She looks at Walter. Apart from the dark circles and his bruised nose, he looked fairly well. She wanted to feel a bit better about his situation but his broken nose had given way and blood trickled down Damien's coat.
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Simona Davis
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