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hii, can you write Mick Jagger x famous fashion designer!female reader in which he irritates and begs her to design and sew Bianca's wedding dress until she accepts but then they often have sex and make out during "creative discussions" and when the dress is finally ready they kind of end up getting married instead? with THE dress.

Is it considered steal the groom if the groom himself takes the initiative to exchange the bride? lol this is kind of fucked up and I'm going to feel bad for Bianca but I think it's something Mick would definitely have the nerve to do. I honestly think it would be one of Rock's most tragicomic and iconic stories if it had happened.

I hope you see the appeal as I did, but feel free to ignore it if that's not your cup of tea. LOVE <3

'Luna, amore e no'

London, early '71

Tags: Infidelity, Smut, Orgasm, Emotional Conflict, Resolved Sexual Tension

A Saturday night in Chelsea

The boutique was adorned with fabrics that were shades and tones of purple, pink and white. Delicate mannequins were draped in her coquettish designs, and a scent of perfume filled the space.

It was a haven she had beautifully thought up for herself, and the thought had managed to garner her acclaimed and revered attention.

This shop in Chelsea was particularly popular, but now there was a quiet stillness of the Saturday evening, and it was a welcome change from the bustle of London during the daytime.

The clock struck 9 PM when Y/N entered the boutique, her sketchbook clutched in hand.

Her footsteps echoed through the front room and into the retail area before she entered her beloved office.

She shed her coat and placed her sketchbook down. She was about to settle into her desk chair with a few of her textiles in hand when she heard it ring.

"Oh, Christ."

She threw down her silks and needles onto the nearby couch. The telephone had begun ringing, and she knew it was going to continue incessantly. She also knew it was going to do her head in.

She toyed with the idea of ignoring it, or perhaps letting it ring a little longer. Maybe he'd give up. But it persisted, each chime a reminder of his stupid determination. The reason why she lingered to pick up, was because she knew exactly who was calling, and why he was calling.

Although his want was clear the first time they very briefly spoke on the phone, he wanted more than that, and that loosely intrigued her.

Mick had strategically been ringing every Saturday when he could. It was a way to let her know he wasn't going to let her get away easily, not without having some part of her. She sighed into her seat and focused on her book, flicking through concepts and sketches.

"Fucking hell, it's like clockwork for him."

Her patience had quickly worn thin and she leaned forward, her fingers navigated the rotary dial. The ringing had finally ceased, replaced by a muffled dialogue.

The phone's receiver, cool against her palm, spoke to her.

"Evening darling."

"Hello."

"Ah, Y/N, always a pleasure to hear your voice."

She was taken aback, yet swiftly regained her composure and brushed off his subtle flirt.

"What is it that you want, Mr Jagger?"

Mick's voice was ribbon and it flowed into one ear and right out of the other.

"Well, I was hoping for a chat with the most sought-after woman in London."

She couldn't suppress a scoff.

"Yes, yes, yes, of course, but what is it that you want?" She pressed dismissively.

"I want the pleasure of your company."

Y/N's brow quirked, feeling an incredulity.

"Company? Mr Jagger, we haven't even agreed to a meeting."

Mick was unfazed and pushed on.

"Well, Bianca adores your work, you know. She'd be over the moon to have you design for her."

She tutted, "Oh, how touching. I'm sure she would."

"You really should give her the wedding dress she deserves, Y/N. I promise you won't regret it."

Y/N's breath hitched, caught off guard by the sweet audacity of his words. He was, after all, soon to be wedded.

"I'm sure Bianca would be thrilled to hear you're so invested in her gown."

Mick chuckled.

"Well, she deserves nothing but the best, and you, you are the best."

"Do you have a penchant for dresses, Mick?" She teased.

His response was swift and sincere.

"I have a penchant for the woman making the dresses."

She giggled, unable to stifle the sound. His persistence was both exasperating and endearing.

Mick was still adamant.

"You're the perfect designer for this, Y/N. Please, just give me- us a chance."

"Mhm."

Mick had to find more fuel, any excuse or plea to see her.

"She's genuinely taken with your talent, Y/N. You're the only one she trusts for this."

Her resolve wavered, swayed by his flattery. With a soft sigh, she relented.

"Fine, fine. We'll meet."

He wasted no time in setting a date. "Yes, next Friday evening, preferably when we have the place to ourselves?"

"Ooh, just us, then?" She teased.

"I'd like that." He answered without hesitation.

She raised an eyebrow.

Mick's confidence remained unshaken.

"Regardless, love, I'll be waiting eagerly for our meeting, next Friday.

"Fine, next Friday it is."

She scrawled the date on a notepad, it was a flimsy agreement.

"I can't wait to see you, Y/N."

See he said. Why not meet? This was only business after all.

"Likewise, Mick, likewise."

"Y/N, you're a gem, you know that?"

"Oh, don't let this get to your head, Jagger. It's just a design."

"Just a design? This is Bianca's dream we're talking about!"

"Well, I wouldn't ever dream of standing in the way of your wedding would I?"

"And I wouldn't dream of keeping you waiting."

He had said that suggestively, although she didn't want to see it that way.

"Good. I have a reputation to uphold, after all, you know."

"And what a reputation it is."

She smiled and decided to cut his unwavering flattery short, "Goodbye, Mick."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

When Mick heard the click of the phone, it was a call back to reality, and that reality was enticing.

The Friday

The door chimed and Y/N was standing poised near the entrance for him. Mick wasn't alone. He had brought a photographer with him by the looks of it, and he seemed eager to capture every moment of this collaboration.

There was an attraction between them as they stood close.

He immediately extended his hand, the gesture was as smooth and as handsome as the man himself.

Mick's eyes traced the contours of her form. He wasn't one for simple impressions and wanted her to know he was intrigued.

"Mick." She greeted simply.

"Y/N, it's a pleasure."

He pulled her hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles.

She cleared her throat, regaining her composure.

"Likewise. How have you been?"

"Nervous, very nervous, but I have faith in your talents, love."

"As you should." She said snarkily.

"You look even better in person, if that's possible."

"Oh. Thank you."

The unexpected compliment hung in the air, and a charged pause settled between them.

Her eyes flitted to her watch, cautious of time, even though they had lots of it.

"Well, Mick, you know it's bad luck for the groom to get too close to the dress before the wedding. You might have to stay away from me." She joked.

He smiled, and with that, Y/N turned, beckoning him to follow her to an office.

She couldn't shake the feeling of Mick's eyes being all over her.

When the door closed, the air seemed to shift. They were in a smaller more intimate space.

Mick settled into a plush chair, and his thoughts were consumed by the captivating designer who had finally walked into his life. She'd been in many other lives, whether through a purchase or a fling, but he was glad it was his turn now.

She cast a glance back at him as she ruffled through, "Make yourself comfortable, Mick."

Y/N bent over her desk as she rifled through the drawers. Mick watched her with an almost fascination. To him, she was a marvel, an artist in her element. Each motion seemed to carry a kind of ethereal grace that held him in attention.

With everything she needed gathered in her arms, she approached him and sat on the arm of the chair.

Y/N reached for a glass of wine, preparing for the storm that was going to be this wedding.

"So, what's on your mind, then?" She asked casually, taking a slow sip.

His eyes wandered over the sketches but he didn't seem to be all that interested, he seemed bored.

"This silhouette here." He pointed to a sketch of something puffy, and she thought that it didn't suit Bianca's figure. She also thought it seemed inappropriate to be chatting about the bride's dress with the groom, but whatever.

"How about this one, here instead?" Y/N flicked to a page of things more form-fitting and flat.

Mick's eyes looked to a particular design on the page, another choice that seemed miles away from Bianca's taste. "This one," he mused, his finger tapping the paper. "It's got a flair, a vibrancy. What do you think?"

She sighed and looked down at him, he had a stupid smile on his face, he'd had it since he had walked in.

"I think you're very distracted, Mick."

He let out a hearty laugh and swiftly took her cup of wine.

"What do you mean, darling?" he quipped, trying to sound innocent, though the cheekiness in his tone betrayed him.

With a sigh, Y/N stood up and carefully arranged everything on her rug.

She slipped off her shoes to get comfortable on the floor and undid the top button of her blouse.

"Come here, Mick." She gestured for Mick to join her, her voice was warm and inviting to him.

She looked sultry sitting on her rug, and he wondered if she was making an innuendo for them to shag on the floor or something.

Everything was spread out before them. Y/N's patience wore thin and she implored for the final time, "Are you going to be serious this time?"

"Hm..." He said childishly.

"No, Mick," she insisted, her voice firm. "Answer the question. Are you going to be serious this time?"

He relented, only because he liked her demand.

"Alright, I'll be serious," he declared, his arm moving to encircle her waist.

She removed his arm and shifted, settling on her knees.

Mick shifted his position to mirror hers. He sat on his knees, somewhat determined to focus.

"Thank you, Mick. Now, a pattern, any pattern you can think of."

"Something floral, understated but not dull, you know?"

She nodded resolutely and wrote notes whilst drawing little concepts beside them. Mick was watching in awe, she couldn't place why, this was the most boring part of it.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since I got engaged. I'm enamoured with your work, you know." He confessed.

Why did he have to say since he got engaged, it sounded like he was expressing his love for her over Bianca, and she dreaded that thought.

"What do you mean?" She asked, timid.

"You're my favourite designer, Y/N. There's no one better."

She tutted and shook her head, "Oh, come now. I'm sure there are better."

"Nah, I'm convinced you're a creative genius." Mick giggled.

"And I'm convinced you have a way with words." She deadpanned.

"Trust me, Y/N. You're my favourite."

"Right. Well, let's discuss the dress. What colour are you envisioning?"

She changed the subject, fearing that what she thought Mick was thinking would materialise.

"How about orange?"

"Orange?"

"Yeah, why not?" He said sarcastically.

"Stop it now."

"Alright, alright, obviously white."

"Obviously, but what shade of white?"

"Dunno, suppose you'll have to surprise her."

"Okay." She groaned and rightfully decided she wasn't going to ask Mick for anything, ever.

She leaned over him to grab something, and his arm once again found its way around her waist, an intimate hold, like he was trying to show affection. It was a move that was becoming all too familiar, and she didn't like that.

"Come on, Mick," Y/N sighed, frustration evident in her voice. "What are you doing?"

Mick didn't want to beat around the bush, not with her.

"This is getting a bit dull, don't you think, love?" he suggested.

Y/N's brow furrowed in disbelief, struggling to keep up with the sudden turn of events. "What's gotten into you?"

"You haven't caught on yet?" he teased.

She mustered a shaky breath, "I did, but I was hoping you'd spare us both the bloody trouble."

"I haven't even scratched the surface, love."

His arm was still around her waist, so he pulled her closer until they were nose-to-nose.

He closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a hard kiss.

Y/N moved back abruptly, her disgust palpable. "You've lost your mind, Mick. You're engaged, and I'm designing her dress. This is sick- you are sick."

He shrugged.

"Well, she's not the one, love. Not by a long shot."

"Then who is?"

Before she could process the weight of her own question, Mick kissed her. He started it soft. There was a gentle brush of lips, a mingling of breath. His arms circled her waist and as the kiss deepened, so did the intensity. Their tongues swirled together, tasting the wine they shared. The world outside seemed to blur, leaving only the spontaneous connection between them.

Y/N's hand remained on Mick's chest, her fingers curling against the fabric, her voice barely above a mumble as she uttered his name. Still, he didn't stop. Instead, he kissed her deeper, his hand moving to grab her bottom.

They both pulled away at the same time, their breaths mingling in the charged air. Mick's eyes held a mixture of desire and uncertainty as he looked at her.

He cleared his throat, "Should we stay here on the floor, or find a more comfortable spot?"

Mick was very confident, so confident he didn't bother to use perception, though he didn't need to in this circumstance.

"A couch sounds nice," she replied, mischief in her eyes.

They untangled themselves, their movements carried a sensuous grace. Making their way to the nearby couch on the other side of the room, the atmosphere seemed to thicken, the unspoken promise of what awaited them palpable in the air.

He took her by surprise, his hands pushed her forwards over the arm of the couch so she could be bent over for him.

Mick pulled her closer, his hands moving down her body as he unzipped the back of her skirt and eased it off her hips. He sighed with as the fabric rustled around her ankles. He tugged on the waistband of her tights and dragged them to the floor.

"Do you feel me, hm?"

He pressed himself into her and it was teasing both of them.

She looked back at him, "I feel you.."

The sound of leather on metal clinked in her ears as he pulled the belt from its loops. His trousers were made into a pile around his ankles, leaving him with his boxers.

Mick held her hips and pressed himself against her, she could feel the warmth of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.

His hands found her panties, he pulled them to one side and he thrust harder, pushing his erection against her bare cunt.

"Mm, Mick."

He thrust two fingers into her eagerly, enjoying the sensation of her cunt clenching around them. She giggled at the sudden intrusion, and he pushed his fingers in and out of her faster, eager for more. He moved his fingers more vigorously as she became wetter.

He removed his fingers, and pulled off his boxers. His cock bounced free; he couldn't wait any longer to be inside of her. He stroked himself twice, savoring the feeling. The head of his hardness was tapped against her entrance, then slid inside of her, inch by inch. He lightly stretched her open, allowing himself to fully enter. He groaned when he filled her up completely, and only slowly moved in and out.

He went from the tip of cock to the middle of his cock. She was so wet for him. He went balls deep a few times, light taps filled the room with each time he did so.

Her back arched as his dick slid in and out of her, the fuck was swift.

He drove into her with an intense passion. She looked back at him with wide eyes, a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Mick's thrusts were deep and unyielding, directly hitting her g-spot with every movement. Her walls clenched involuntarily as the sensation grew, seeming to never end.

Mick was getting close so he fucked into her harder. Her body slid back and forth beneath him, her stomach moving against the arm. She moved her hips back, urging him on.

"Fuck." He groaned.

He was getting close so he fucked into her harder. Her body slid back and forth beneath him, her stomach moving before the arm. The sensation of her warm skin made him shudder.

He pulled out just in time, his penis coated in sticky white fluid. She got up promptly to kiss him, excited.

Her lips clasped against his and for a moment it was as if no time had passed between them, but then she broke the seal of her mouth and trailed kisses down his chin and neck to his shoulder blade

They were giddy from their illicit activity, like teenagers sneaking away to do each other right under their parents' noses.

Well, it was under someone's nose.

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sandwich2451 · 1 year

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The Violinist, chapter 5: Mel's Favour

Chapter five: Mel's Favour

"I am homesick for a place that is not mine, forever foreign in my eyes"

Mel laughed. "You're not serious. She left you and continued to say someone had been murdered? And the one person she could think of going to was Bianca?" Mel had nearly doubled over laughing. "That's ridiculous! Oh -" she snorted - "my god, that's just ridiculous. That's so funny."

Vezi crossed her arms crossly. "I'm very happy you think my romantic ventures are amusing," she said, "but I had to take care of you while drunk and deal with that situation and act as if I wasn't depressed about the whole ordeal." "Well, you didn't really keep that cool front - I hate to remind you, but you did punch Jack twice, causing a bruised rib." "Not my fault he's an ass."

Mel picked up her bag and swung it on one shoulder. "You're not talking to Wednesday about it, I assume?" "Why would I?" Mel rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot, you know that? You should confront her!" "Confront Addams," Vezi deadpanned. "Sure, Mel. I'll do that while you get a father." Mel gasped. "Are you calling me fatherless?" "Aren't you?" "Well, yes." Vezi smirked. "I prove my point."

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When Vezi composed, it wasn't pretty - usually, her process was very frustrating and aggravating to listen to. She'd sing a few notes, try to play them on her violin, think it's good, and then proceed to forget the melody within three seconds. If you listened to her composing, you'd think she was having a bad day. But - well, actually, today's the exception. She was having a bad day. So why did she think of composing?

Because somehow, even as it is a strenuous and frustrating task of composing something lengthy yet attractive enough to listen to, it's also an accomplishment if she gets anything out of it. And also, maybe she wants to play her violin dramatically at night. Just maybe.

Mel burst into their dorm, just as Vezi was getting to the forzando part. Mel was panting, sweat glistening on her forehead. She wasn't wearing the school uniform, but rather a pair of flared pants and a oversized t-shirt.

"You will not believe what just happened," she started, leaning with one hand on the doorway. Someone passed behind Mel through the corridor, looking at her, confused. Vezi narrowed her eyes and sighed, putting the violin down.

"You're for the Cask of Amontillado, right?" Mel asked. Vezi raised an eyebrow. "Poe cup?" "Duh." "The obvious choice - their costumes must be really cool - I mean, have you seen the canoe?"

Mel sat Vezi back down once she'd regained her breath entirely. "Okay, so, you know how I really like Vyama?" Vezi narrowed her eyes. Vyama was a cellist who she'd duetted with before - good musician, not a great person. She couldn't understand why Mel liked him so much.

"So he asked me if I knew anyone who could be their fourth member, because their fourth got food poisoning-" "Didn't that happen with Yoko too? And someone from the Pit and the Pendulums?" "Shut up, Vezi." "Wow, okay." "Shut it. Anyways.

He kind of told his team that he'd get someone by tomorrow and I kind of told him that I'd get someone for him." Vezi squeezed her eyes shut. "You're kidding me." "You said the outfits would look cool!" "I didn't mean I'd have to wear them. Besides, won't the uniform be made with different measurements?"

Mel smiled smugly. "All taken care of. Blackmail works wonders. It'll be ready in the morning, second set of arms taken into consideration." "No way I can say no?" Mel grinned when Vezi sighed in defeat and clasped Vezi's hands between her own. "You are an angel." Vezi huffed. "You owe me."

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"Xavier."

"Vezi." They stood opposite each other - Vezi with crossed arms and narrowed eyes; Xavier with a laid-back attitude and his hands in his pockets. "Are you here to cheer me on? Seeing as Wednesday's co-leading the Black Cats, not very loyal of you." Vezi tilted her head. "I'm on your team, blockhead. They didn't tell you?" "They didn't. Why did you join? What's your position?"

"Favor for a friend." "I thought you disliked Vyama and Ajax? And me, obviously, duh." He caught a look of surprise in Vezi's eyes. "Or not? Do you secretly yearn to befriend me?" "Fuck off, Xavier." "Now, that's not a very nice way to treat your captain."

Vezi relaxed her stance. "But I was told to find my uniform. And do my makeup, of course. Do you need any help, or..?" Xavier smiled. "You can get dressed in the yellow tent - the rest of the team will get there in a bit for the face paint." "Makeup." "Whatever. Go get your costume, four-arms."

Whoever had been blackmailed by Mel had done a good job at altering the costume. It fit perfectly - which was honestly outstanding, seeing as the arm holes were fitted weirdly well too. The bells jingled when Vezi moved her top shoulders - that was the only thing. Not very subtle, but then again, the team wasn't really going for 'subtle'.

Roughly ten minutes after she'd gotten dressed, and half an hour before they were supposed to start, they got the makeup done, which was, again done very carefully, attentively, and overall just really well. Mel poked her head in when they were halfway done.

"Fifteen minutes left. Are you treating my roomie like you should?" Vezi smiled sarcastically, but then relaxed her face once the person doing her makeup - someone from her English Lit she didn't know the name of - swatted at her. Xavier snorted. "No, I dislocated your shoulder." "Don't give her the impression you could possibly land a hit on me. Mel, I would've dislocated both his shoulders." "I would've for you, don't worry," Mel reassured her.

She clapped. "Well, I will be cheering for you on the sidelines. Vezi, I owe you." Vezi looked at her dryly. "This isn't the only reason, but sure." "Good luck, you guys!" And with that, there were twelve minutes to starting position.

Once the makeup was done completely, they had seven minutes, which is fast - they had speed on their side (and a very talented makeup artist, jesus). Four minutes, and they had a strategy that Vezi now also knew of. Three minutes, and they were in the canoe - Vezi second-to-last, in front of Vyama, Ajax and Xavier up front.

To her right were the Pit and the Pendulums with dark masks and hoods - overall, their aura was very dark, all in all. To Vezi's left were the Black Cats - Wednesday and Enid's team. Wonderful. And last of all there were the Goldbugs. Scoping out threats wasn't Vezi's strongest suit, but she'd be of help. At least she could multitask.

Two minutes left. Enid and Ajax exchange fleeting glances and someone from the Pit and the Pendulums sends a snide comment towards Vyama, who receives it with a mocking smile and knowing eyes.

One minute left. When Vezi looks behind her, Mel is on the forefront of people cheering. Thirty seconds. Weems starts speaking. Vezi turns around again, slightly hunched, in starting position. Twenty seconds. Fifteen seconds. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. All Vezi has to do is row. And not sink. How many seconds left? Right - none.

"Let the Poe Cup begin!"

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chromium7sky · 6 years

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Abstract Mark part 6

"Raven"

" You can't outrun from your destiny. "

"You have my blood. Accept it for who you are. "

Rachel startled from her peaceful slumber as she heard the inhuman voice in her head. Her palm and forehead are sweaty, her breathe become rapidly as well as her pulse rises. 'Raven' is a name she wish to forget. A name that gives her trauma and one of the reason that turn her home into ruins. 'I am a monster... ' she thought as her tears start to rolled down. ' Mom, i.. I'm really... " she start to crying.

"...sorry..... "

'Azarath.' a voice fill her head. Rachel began to stop crying. "Azarath? " she recalled a name. The name of her home.

Quickly she grab her little notebook and looking at AMZ initial word. "This. Could it be? " she write the mysterious acronymn by side and and wrote Azarth on A. "I got A solved. But how about M and Z? " she puzzled as she tap her pen on the page.

Rachel sighed, Maybe that was her mother's voice comfort her. "Mom, if only you're still here. Please give me a sign or something to solve this. " Rachel pray in her heart as she closed her eyes. She... Still didn't get any clue on solving the mystery puzzle. She put her notebook away as she saw the the clock on the wall struck at 2 o'clock in the morning.

‎Adjusting the pillow that has been supplied by the ward she land her head and pulled the blanket up. She thought of waffles, Harry Potter scene from the movie she watched last week to keep her forgetting about the ill memories she had and to dozed her to sleep. Suddenly, Robert came to mind. 'oh, shit of all the time. ' she sat up back again.

‎ Unintentionally, she grab her phone. 'Eh, what am i doing? ' she thought absent minded. 'I should be sleeping! ' she screaming internally as she keep reminded her to rest. She put her phone at the side table then lay down and close her eyes. Forcing to sleep.

"Sooner or later, tomorrow is the day. " said Edward as their group gather at the campsite of the forest. Natalie nodded as she lean on the tree near by. "After all these times, we finally found her. " Naise smiles. "Hey, if it wasn't me, we'll stuck here for years you know! " said Natalie as she exclaimed herself. " Unlike our info gatherer..." Natalie sneered at Bianca and Susan. " Hey, it's hard being intel, you bitch! " Bianca snapped at Natalie. Natalie does the whatever gesture. "Guys, stop fighting! We need to do it once and for all or else, Blood Brother won't give us funding anymore! " as Locke tried to calm down the heated argument between the blondie and the brunette.

‎ "He's right guys, just stop it." said Susan as she came between the the two girls. The girls silent slowly walked away from each other. "We have to be patient, my brother and sisters. If the ceremony succeed, Blood brother will grant us access to the elite community. " Phillip preached to them. "I can't wait." Edward smiled as he playing switch blade with his right hand. "Long live blood brother. " said Phillip as he put his hand on his chest. "Long live Church of Blood!!" all of them salute the menacing cult. Tomorrow,the whole world will be soaked by crimson and darkness.

The class filled with chatty voice and laughter, Robert as usual sat at his own seat while finishing his thesis on Grimm's fairy tale and Shahrezard's tale. Suddenly, the door open and came in a middle age guy with beige trenchcoat along with pale yellow shirt and brown tie. He puts his paper on the desk and ruffles his messy blonde hair.

‎ 'He's here. ' Robert mumbled as he saw that unknown lecturer on front. That lecturer take out his marker and wrote something on the whiteboard. " Okay class, Madam Terry won't be able to attend your class from now as she's on her maternity leaves starts from today. " said the lecturer as he finished his writing. " My name is John Reeves and I'll be your substitute teacher in your History literature class starting today. " said Mr. Reeves as he introduce himself.

"But.... Before we begin, I have a short pop quiz on last week chapter. Here. Pass it around. " Mr. Reeves gives the question paper to the student in front and they passed on to the back. "So you may...." as Mr. Reeves look at the clock strikes 9 o clock. As the second hand clock reaches 12, "Begin!" all the student start to answer it.

‎ As soon as the class ended, all the student goes out for lunch while only left in the room are Robert and Mr. Reeves. "I did say call me when you get here? " Robert's eyebrow slightly raised. "Well you said as soon as possible?" Mr. Reeves glanced at Robert at the back then continue to clean his board.

‎Robert shrugged then walk toward the lecturer's desk and sit on the front seat followed by Mr. Reeves. "So, what did you find here...." Mr. Reeves asked and trying to remember the kid's 'name'. "Robert. " the skip grader reply shortly. "Really? That name? " Mr. Reeves chuckled but stop as he's been glared by Robert. After short silent, Robert explain his suspicious thought. " I believe there's a mini cult happening in this school. Last year, the number of suicidal student is equal to 12. Last two years is the same number, 12." said Robert as he open his phone checking his document. "So, you think that this number has a connection with homicidical cult? " Mr. Reeves tries to read Robert's theory. "Is what i believe. " said Robert as he rub his chin while reading his notes. "Besides, we've gather journal and some several torn pages from ancient books say about the prophercy where the door of the underworld situated here in this Forest Bay. " said Robert. "So, you believe it? " asked Mr Reeves. "Believe what? " Robert asked him back.

‎"The prophercy? " as Mr Reeves' cocked his eye brow. "I came here to solve the mystery. Yeah, i may believe a bit in the supernatural but still i can't discard my logical thinking. " said Robert with his arm crossed. Mr. Reeves scoffed , shake his head. 'Just like his father. ' as Mr. Reeves observed the young man.

‎"So, Robbie. "

‎"Robert."

‎"I'll help you this time. As an exchange, return the twin blade to me. " said Mr. Reeves and he extend his hands. "Not yet. I need it. " said Robert as he clutched his fist, glared at Mr. Reeves. " Robert, that sword is dangerous, once the human soul were damaged by the blade that person end up crippled, coma or perhaps banished from the realm!" Mr. Reeves voiced out his concern. " I know. That's why i tried to solve this case. To KILL the one who deserves it. " Robert's blue eyes began to burn with fire of determination. "Again with the KILL? " as Mr. Reeves do the quote gesture then sighed. "Have your father told you about no killing? " as Mr. Reeves put his hand on his waist. "John! They killed students! Children! They don't deserve to breathe either! " Robert is in rage. "Remember, what your father said, justice, not vengeance. " said John as he wanted to lit his cigarette. Robert grab the lighter and pointed the no smoking sign at the wall. "Don't blow our cover. " said Robert as he put the lighter back on John's desk. "F.... Fiinnneee... " John rolled his eyes and put his cigarette and lighter back to his pocket. "First we must visit Rachel. " said Robert has he stood up and about to leave the class. "Wow! You already have a girlfriend?" John was shocked by Robert's word. Robert glared him back. "Aye, just kidding mate. " John smiled and give a small pat on Robert's back. "I'm sensing they are targeting this girl. " Robert gives several picture to John. " and this is? " as he seen four Jocks in one picture, two girl talked to each other in another one and a blondie who wear cheerleader uniform in third one. The last picture is Rachel while studying on her desk. "This is the girl we are gonna meet. " as Robert pointed Rachel's picture. "So the others are suspect huh? " as John studied the photograph. A photo caught John's eyes.

‎"Woah... What's this? Bullying?" as he see a photo of Rachel's door with the word sacrifice. "I think it was some sort of threat. Or reminder." Robert gives his opinion as he seen the disturbing photo. "Anyway, how do you know that Rachel is the one they wanted?" John still curious about it. "They are aiming the orphan kids because it's easier to cover up their tracks. Besides, Rachel's origin is totally anonymous.. I tried to hack the school system to find her info but there's no history in there. Only name, age and a photo id, that's all. " said Robert as he explain his finding.

‎"Hmmm... I see. " said John as he look at Rachel's photo. "Let's visit this girl. " said John as he grab his briefcase. Robert nodded and both of them exited the classroom, all the way to bougainvillea unit.

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