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His phone dinged, and he checked his texts.
~Yo Superman, just got your text. Looking to talk to Jacob? We're at Three Kings Cemetery.~
~So am I.~
"Oh, so you are!" Laughing, Triss waved to him from outside the mausoleum. There was blood on her body, a lot of it, soaking through her black shirt and jeans.
Jennifer too. The woman was wearing something dressier, looser pants with a looser sweater of black, but she too had blood on her skin. Dried blood.
Jacob stood behind the two of them, jackass smile on his face, and eyeless gaze staring at Julias through his bandage.
"I wanted to speak with you, Jacob," he said, stepping down from the mausoleum.
"Leave a message next time, Invictus." While the two women were dressed normally, albeit soaked in blood, Jacob was in robes, heavy, dark, stained, and tattered. The sort of robes one would expect to find an occultist wearing while sacrificing virgins to dark gods, and eating their organs too.
"It can't wait. I need your help."
The old man laughed, the creepy kind, half quiet, half wheezing, chuckling while drawing in breath. The sort of a chuckle a ghost would make.
"Do tell."
- COMMENTS
EloImFizzyabout 1 year agoOh boy, I'm pretty sure Antoinette isn't going to let Jack out of her fucking sight for the rest of his immortal life after this. xD
SensualSigmaabout 1 year agoDang you straight to heck! Not only did you not resolve the cliffhanger situation, you threw more lovely chars, that we don't want to see lost, into/onto the fire!
You have previously in our interactions compared yourself to Jack. I'm afraid that the available evidence suggest you have more in common with Jeremiah!
You're an awful, awful piece of garbage that holds narrative progression hostage to your whims and if I didn't love you and your writing... you would be in serious trouble mister!
I could write a counter story based in your universe where the Prince gets a mammary reduction, Natasha takes a self-confidence seminar called 'roar like a lion' and Triss decided she likes to wear 19th century dresses with a bustle!
Don't mess with us! We're quarantined and have time to kill!
Yours lovingly xoxox
NovusAnimusabout 1 year agoAuthorI'm happy people are enjoying it, cause these suspense and action scenes are by far the most difficult to both write, and plan!
Anonymousabout 1 year agoOmg leave us on a cliffhanger! Love your story, my fav on this website.
