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jacoboh · 1 year ago

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞-𝐨𝐟𝐟. **

mentioned: dante kidd, adee hayag (@adeehayag), sawyer winston, azra nadir, theo astor, bianca alvares, sarah oh (@sarahoh), charlotte oh (@charlotteoh), katherine russell (@katherinefms), toby rivers, dominic davis (@dominicdavis), efe sahin, derin kaplan, lucia carerra, verity calma (@veracalma)

trigger warnings: death, murder, blood, dismemberment

JULY 6TH, 2023

The last time Jake remembers feeling at ease was after Adee had left the beach, and he’d been alone with Dante to cut off a body part of his choosing and clean up his own mess. He’d played one of his songs on his phone for a minute before quickly turning it off, not wanting to ruin his happiness with garbage. Jake’s eyes flickered to Dante’s ears that night, thinking that he’d never listen to the thing he clearly loved most ever again.

He misses Dante, or at least the dead version of him that brought him a sense of peace that night, because it’s beginning to feel like the monster he ignited in Adee is going off the rails, cleaning up her mess on the same night when he’d seen Sawyer dead and stabbed outside of Siren’s. It was a hassle more than anything, having to clean up her mess and knowing it would upset his girlfriend more than he’d planned for. Jake didn’t care for Sawyer, but she was a piece of the puzzle that had been violently removed by Adee. The following attack on Azra weeks later does nothing to absolve Jake of his annoyance, and it makes him feel out of control once again.

Truthfully, Jake would have been ready to stop the night Dante died. His plan worked, and he’d ruined her beyond saving. But Adee seemed to be kill-hungry and erratic, and Jake didn’t plan on getting caught somehow because she couldn’t keep it together. He’d give her what she wants, just as long as he remained in control.

Theo and Bianca were more out of convenience than anything. He didn’t have anything against either of them, and he hadn’t bothered to ask why Adee wanted to kill Theo. The only thing he knew about the other was his attachment to Jake’s younger sister, Sarah. But after spending a couple hours with the guy, even if Theo was unconscious and battered, he decided she could do better. The kid didn’t seem to be the brightest, and maybe Jake could warm up to the idea of Toby and Sarah getting together. His best friend was miles better for his innocent sister than a washed up, milf-chasing model.

As for Bianca, it truly was random. He’d seen her alone after knowing Adee was going after Theo, and he took the opportunity. Jake had hoped by kidnapping them that Adee’s problem could be controlled, and she could take out her anger on either option instead of making his life difficult. He’d sat back and watched her have her fun before being the one to stab her in the neck and take her out of her misery. After all, would either really want to live through what they’d been through?

The downside of this is dealing with Sarah, his least favorite of his two siblings. Charlotte had at least been kind, despite her shortcomings. To Jake, she'd always been more reliable, more level-headed even if it was clear she was a mess. But his younger sister was a nuisance, and every problem she had become his problem too. It was exhausting, and maybe it was why he couldn't bring himself to care when he'd helped kill her best friend and potential boyfriend. Maybe he'd spare Kyle given the chance, save his older, better sister from becoming worse than she already was. One unbearable sibling was enough.

The only movement on either side of the room was the two pools of blood growing larger, no cries or screams of pain heard, allowing Jake to leave back on the table of the abandoned building he’d spent a day cleaning up beforehand, and look over at Adee. She was a mess, just like she usually was, except this time, there wasn’t any sense of annoyance or anger towards her.

He hated when she cried, he hated that it made her look ugly and pathetic. Jake preferred her like this, covered in blood with a certain look in her eyes that he'd only recognized by looking in a mirror. Maybe it was why a sense of desire came over him, why he'd grabbed her by the waist and kissed her so intensely. Why he didn't want to stop, and why suddenly he was slipping his hand under her clothes and ripping them off in the next moment. Maybe it was because he saw himself in her that he'd crossed a dangerous line, impulsive thoughts getting the best of him in the moment and gaining a sick sense of pleasure from cheating on his girlfriend and screwing someone with two dead bodies mere feet away from them.

He was the good guy. The loyal boyfriend. The protective brother.

Except he wasn't really any of that.

A foot for the fallen dancer. And the head of the one who used his looks to get through life.

JULY 11TH, 2023

Things were supposed to be fine now. Jake had figured things would calm down, that the repercussions of his own actions wouldn’t come back to bite him. He knew he’d ruined Adee, he just wasn’t sure how bad it would get. After their hookup, and after the search party finds Theo’s head and Bianca’s foot, he’s ready to put an end to his fun, even though he secretly enjoys the look of horror that crosses over every person’s face in town. He’s ready to end things with Adee, whatever it was, and be loyal to Kat again. She meant too much to him to give her up for another girl that he only really held any attraction towards when she looked completely insane. Adee wasn’t Kat, and she’d never be. If she acted out again, it was the planner, the methodical side to himself that knew he’d frame her for it all. Half of the town already looked at her like she was the delusional homewrecker already, so he knew it’d be easy.

Jake plans to remain intact, to not fall apart and to remember how to be normal again after his couple months of fun. He might be crazy, but he’s not insane. He’s not her.

And maybe that’s why he doesn’t expect her to cross the very line he crossed too many times, for Adee to take something that mattered to him away. The relaxed expression on his face remains as he pulls out his phone to see a text from her. A surprise. Just like he’d had for her. But he doesn’t account for her taking his game, for using his slight weaknesses against him. He doesn’t think about that much happening as he drives back up to the trails, where all of this began in the first place. Jake doesn’t believe Adee is that smart, that insane to test him like this. But maybe the part of him he’d seen in her was bigger than he realized.

Because the last person he expects to see at her feet is his best friend.

He glances silently between Adee’s sick, deranged smile and the body of the man he’d known since he was a kid. And somewhere in between processing the truth, Jake broke inside.

Love wasn’t something he knew. Deep down, he knew he couldn’t love anyone, that his mind didn’t process the emotion, that as much as he pretended, most of his feelings weren’t genuine. But over the years, Jake had created his own version of love. His own version of what it meant to care about someone, even if it was purely attachment and obsession. It was easy to care about someone when you saw them as a part of you. His sisters. His girlfriend. His best friend. After pretending for so long, he couldn’t help but feel attached to them, and being in control of what was happening in town had put him at ease, because he knew none of them would be taken from him. But she took Toby. His best friend. His brother.

Toby Rivers was his first obsession. Long before Kat, and long before Adee. Jake knew his best friend had faults, that he was significantly poorer than Jake, that he wasn’t the smartest guy ever, and that he’d definitely developed a savior complex over the course of his life. But he’d been someone who Jake thought the world of. It’s why he hated Tucker, and why he hated every single person that had a bad word to say about him too. With the exception of Kat, of course. Toby was one of the few weaknesses Jake had, one of the few people that showed he was capable of genuinely caring about someone besides himself. And Adee had taken that away.

He wishes he had a knife, that he could kill her right here and be done with it all, but instead, he’s left to look at her ugly smile as he grabs the lifeless body of his best friend. “Go.” He doesn’t look at her, rage and anger already beginning to burn at his core and his hand shaking under Toby’s back. All the fun he was having is gone, and he can’t stand the idea of her being around him right now.

It’s far too late, nobody around the trail or even the main road at this hour, and Jake is left alone to take care of his best friend’s body. He hates the way he feels right now, the way he shakes and his breaths are unsteady. Jake is beginning to feel out of control all over again, knowing he’d let Adee get out of his grasp after pushing her too far. But his mind isn’t focused on what to do about her, how to get rid of her right now, because he’s looking at his best friend and trying not to fall apart. It’s why he cleans Toby up, thinking that although he can’t change what happened, he doesn’t want one of the few people he held close to him to be seen in such a disgusting light. Covered in blood and wounded.

He doesn’t mind the silence of every other dead body he’s chopped up and cleaned, but he hates the quiet right now. After a while, he can no longer take his time, picking Toby’s body up and leaving him at the sidewalk to be found. Jake gets back in his car, the blood of the other stained on parts of his hands and as he pauses to look at it, the hurt he once felt is replaced by a familiar emotion. Anger. Uncontrolled, unbridled anger. He wants everyone else to feel the way he feels right now.

Right now, in the dead of night and hours before they’d find Toby’s body, he wants to kill the first person he sees.

JULY 12TH, 2023

It hasn’t been 24 hours since he’d last seen Toby, but the wheels of his brain have been continuing to turn nonstop since he’d gotten home, even if he wasn’t speaking much. He’d pushed Charlotte away. He’d let Kat be there for him, even if there weren’t any tears and if he’d mainly focused on the way her body felt warm against his to keep himself calm. But he had to get out, making some excuse later that night and going to Medusa. He normally hated the loud music, and the way it was always so crowded because it was hard to focus, hard to think. But right now, he felt like drinking away the dangerous, uncontrolled thoughts in his mind instead of giving them too much weight.

If it hadn’t been for Dominic, and the way their fight set him off, maybe he would’ve gone home and swallowed down the anger. Instead, he left Medusa bloodied and bruised, driving half drunk to the next available bar in the town even though it was far too late for it to be open still. The place was empty, and his mind lingered on the idea of letting some steam out. Jake leaned over and grabbed the knife he had in his glove compartment, taking out the knife he’d used on Tucker weeks ago, free of the other's blood and sterilized the same night, and a pair of disposable gloves. He looks out through tinted windows as the remaining bartenders leave, and it’s just the owner that remains.

Jake doesn’t bother to say anything when he sees Efe, doesn’t bother to hide his face even when the other’s back is turned to him. He doesn’t bother to check the mess he’s made as he stabs Efe over and over again. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease for just a moment. At the other’s pleas, he grins. Why are you doing this? Jake grabs him by the shirt and sends a knife into his stomach. “Because I can,” he lets out, before leaning down to his fallen body and slitting his throat.

He’s covered in Efe’s blood, picking himself up off the ground and taking his knife with him. He’s ready to go home, until he sees Derin by his car. It’s unfortunate that two people happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, because even if Derin can’t see him yet, Jake won’t entertain the possibility of being seen like this. He won’t entertain the possibility of him living to say a word.

There isn’t any hesitation as he sticks his bloodied knife into Derin’s back, pushing him onto the ground to make things easier. Anyone could see him right now, out in public and killing the other right by Deadlights. Jake told himself that as enjoyable as this moment was, he had to be quick. Each stab was quick and harsh, aiming for the man’s stomach and chest as blood pooled around the two. He’s too upset to think about cleaning his mess up, dragging Derin’s lifeless body next to Efe’s to be found in the morning. There’s a trail of blood everywhere he walks and it’s covering the interior of his car as he slips back inside, driving away to get himself and his car cleaned up.

JULY 22ND, 2023, ELEVEN PM

The last thing he wants is to be at this awful engagement party. Mei was an idiot, and from how he’d been seeing Levi act since the night began, it seemed as if his intelligence only applied to his business. Everyone was happy, or at least pretending to be and it pissed him off, because hadn’t people died only weeks ago? Jake was still on edge from the death of Toby, faded bruises still apparent on his face from the fight with Dominic a week ago. He finds himself getting another drink, losing count of how many he’s already had.

Getting drunk was the easy way out. He didn’t want anything happening here, thinking it would be too hard for him to control. Jake didn’t account for not being able to control himself. Because after a few hours, and a few too many drinks, he’s suddenly in front of Lucia, gloves on his hands and knife to pair with it, doing the exact opposite of what he’s telling himself is right.

Jake can’t remember how he gets there, or what inclines him to twist a knife into his neighbor’s chest and shove her into a storage closet before anyone can see. Maybe it’s because when he looked into her eyes, he didn’t see her as Lucia. She was a friend of Dominic, someone who he wanted to hurt. She was an extension of his sister who’d sent him nothing more than a text after he lost Toby, after the years of being there for her. If Sarah wanted to hurt, if she wanted to cry and break, he wouldn’t hold her this time. He’d kill her best friend, and he’d make her feel like he did.

He walks away hidden from the cameras, wondering how long it would take for the police to arrive.

THREE HOURS LATER

Where the fuck is everybody?

They’re missing. Kat and Adee. The two people, particularly in combination, had Jake standing up from the bar. The alcohol he’d once been drinking heavily seemed to have lost its effect. He pulls out his phone to call Kat, only for there to be no answer. Everyone is still shaken up from what happened to Iris, Levi, & Mei, the work of Adee that she’d managed to screw up again. If it wasn’t Toby’s death that had formed a sick hatred towards the woman who knew everything, it would have been because as blood-thirsty and ready to kill as she was, she was incompetent without him. Two more injured people that could’ve seen her face on top of what she’d already done. He hated her, and he hated having to clean up her ill-timed messes.

He glances around the room before leaving the ballroom, telling the police officers that he needed to go to his hotel room, offering the keycard to the suite he’d gotten for him and Kat as proof. Their room had been right next to Kyle and Vera’s, condolences exchanged either way during the two men’s short conversation. Jake started to make his way down the hallway, but he no longer needed to see the numbers of each door to find where everyone was, because the closer into view he got, the more apparent that there was someone lying on the ground. He slows down until he sees it’s Vera, and that the door to her hotel room is open.

Shit.

Jake pauses at the half-opened door, forgetting for a moment that there were cameras watching the outside of the room. He was pissed that she was still being sloppy, that she still hadn’t learned from what happened to Azra and how quickly she could’ve been behind bars. Jake had half a mind to play innocent, to call the cops and tell them about Vera. Adee would be locked up, and there would be nothing to tie him to the murders even if she cried out his name. What evidence did they have? None. He was about to pull out his phone when he looked ahead, and froze at the familiar blonde hair sprawled out on the floor. Jake opens the door wide open and steps inside.

Whatever he felt seeing Toby’s body can’t compare to the feelings running through his mind right now. There’s blood everywhere, and it’s not the blood of the woman he wishes it to be. There’s a cold, dead expression that forms on his face as he steps closer to the pair, and leans down to look at her. To look at his girlfriend. She wasn’t breathing, her heart wasn’t beating, and the blood from every open wound was already staining his clothes and his hands. Kat was dead. And Adee was holding the knife. He doesn’t freeze, but he gives himself a moment with her, a moment with the girl he truly loved—or at least fooled himself into believing he did—before glancing up at Adee. The hatred for her grows just like Kat’s blood spreads across the ground, and he stands up, facing the much shorter woman, and picking up the knife Adee had been using.

There’s an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, and the smile he was used to faking is nowhere to be found as he steps closer to her. “Do you think you’ve won?” he asks, voice rough and full of malice, continuing to back the both of them up until she hits the wall. Jake doesn’t think before extending his hands up, tightly grasping at her neck until it was her forced breaths that filled the silence.

“She was everything,” he lets out, hands tightening around her necklaces he grows angrier. “And you are nothing.” There is no taunting on his part, no manipulation or tactics besides the anger he runs on, letting go of her neck, and raising the blade between the two of them. “You never meant anything to me, you worthless bitch,” Jake adds, before pushing the knife into her chest, pulling the blade out before pulling her by the hair and throwing her on the ground, mere feet away from Kat.

“Look at what you did. You ruined everything.” Jake bends down and stabs her again, and again, and again until they’re both bloody and he’s the only one left to make heavy breaths. He tosses the knife to the side, standing up and running his hands through his hair. Fuck. Killing Adee doesn’t make him happy, it doesn’t put him at ease like it had every time. Because it wouldn’t bring Kat back. It wouldn’t bring Toby back. And it certainly wouldn’t absolve him of his inevitable future.

He ignores the blood everywhere, unable to look at his girlfriend’s face for too long and he decides to make another plan. Jake was good at them. The first would have worked, if that crazy bitch wouldn’t have taken things too far. He’d make another plan. Ruin Adee’s life again, only this time it was to save himself. It wouldn’t be long before the police showed up, before someone checked the cameras and saw all three of them go into the room along with Vera’s body outside.

Jake knew he had to be quick, picking up the knife that was tainted by the blood of the two women he’d been with before bracing himself and jamming the blade into his stomach. The pain was immediate and undeniable, but it was necessary. Adee had killed his girlfriend because she was jealous, and when Jake got upset, she tried to kill him too before he acted in self-defense.

For good measure, to make sure his story would be accurate, he took the knife out, his own blood spilling down his clothes before stabbing himself again, and dropping to his knees, tossing the blade off to the side and letting himself feel the physical pain. He hunched over in pain as the police pushed open the door, revealing the horror. As the only one left barely conscious, it was Jake who was put into handcuffs, mind blurring out his rights being read and being escorted out of the building as a blank look crossed over his features, the wheels in his mind turning as he was bandaged up and taken to the station.

It looked bad. But he had a plan.

#jacob / paras #oopsie again #this is the last part promise #death tw #murder tw

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analudsilva · 2 years ago

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"Aw, you care if I make it out alive?" even though she was cared of what might come next, Analu wasn't going to lock herself inside and let another person think they can terrorize them again. "Actually, given you're here I figured out what I want to do with that favor."

open to: everyone! ( @nightreststarters )

location: anywhere in town, nighttime

“What are you doing out here?” Dom asked, turning towards them with raised eyebrows. “Shouldn’t you be staying inside like everybody else is, after the news about Rhys came out?”

#⋮ ❛ 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐀 › conversation.#𝐅𝐓. dominicdavis #xoxo

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analusilvas · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 — @dominicdavis

location — analu's place

She watched him shuffle around her room and when he went to the bathroom she decided she should leave the comfort of her bed and face the day. She slipped in her robe and went straight to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee. It's been a week since they found out Adee was a murderer and she was murdered and Jake sent to prison. She was still conflicted over Adee. Maybe if Analu payed better attention and been there none of this would of happened, but then again it could of gone the same way, so she shouldn't be dwelling on it. Just as she was pouring herself a cup of the bitter liquid Dom came out. "Do you want coffee?"

#⋮ ❛ 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐀 › conversation.#𝐅𝐓. dominicdavis

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graciagallardc · 1 year ago

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* . ⊹ 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚.

location: The Pearl Hotel

date & time: Saturday, July 22nd at around 11 PM

triggers: death, knives, blood, stabbing

mentions: @sarahoh, @dominicdavis, @greysnkidd, @dilara-kr, @veracalma, @davinadias, @nam-daeeun, @savlawan, @dantekidd, @tobyrivers

I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been What should've been you What could've been, would've been you

Lucia’s always been someone with big dreams, and ever since she was a little girl she had a solid support system. It started with her mother, who had put her all into making sure her daughter would be the next great figure skater. Her mother always told her she was destined for greatness, and after she won her first ever competition when she was seventeen, she told her that her journey had just begun, that she’ll be following in the footsteps of Michelle Kwan and Tara Lipinski. Figure skating was Lucia’s thing. It was part of her identity and it was her goal in life. It was freeing being on the ice. She loved the support and the applause she got whenever she was on the ice.

2019 was the year of tragedies for twenty-three-year-old Lucia. It was her first time experiencing loss: the loss of her mom and the loss of her dream—the former had been slow, the latter sudden. She wanted to do the quadruple lutz for her mom; make her proud. She believed she’s up in heaven keeping an eye on her. Unfortunately, she landed incorrectly, and the injury was so severe she needed bed rest for a few weeks, followed by intense physical therapy. She was able to skate again, just not competitively. Just like that, a part of her identity was cruelly ripped away from her.

Who is she without figure skating?

Till this day, Lucia rarely ice skated in front of people, too uncomfortable and self-conscious. Lucia never quite accepted the fact that her career ended so abruptly, never quite found closure. Time and time again, she dismissed the sinking feeling accompanied by the memory. Even today, four years later, she feels like a failure. If she had been wiser, if she hadn’t risked this, she would still have her competitive career. If, if, if. She was plagued with so many ifs that she opted to push them so deep into her own head and focus on the present, and enjoy the little things in life instead.

And that’s how she lived her life.

Frankly speaking, she originally didn’t want to go to the engagement party, which is a damn shame. Lucia loves events. Loves dressing up, loves the crowd, loves the good vibes. But so many people have died that she hasn’t been able to find it in her to focus on the little things and be grateful that despite the devastation the town has seen so far, she still has people right by her side. She wanted to be happy for Levi and Mei, that even in those difficult times, they still have managed to find love and happiness.

She puts on her purple dress, does her make up, fixes her hair, and puts on a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes yet, and goes to the engagement party, as a reminder that there is still some good in this cursed town. She’s sure when she gets to that hotel, she’ll feel much better, surrounded by her friends, good music, food, and liquor.

It’s a happy event, so she fully plans on getting drunk. She dances, drinks, talks and laughs with everyone. For a moment it seems like a normal night at Nightrest, and for a moment it seems like she can totally have a good night without worrying about everyone’s safety.

It’s around 11 PM and she really needs to use the bathroom. Lucia’s lost count of the number of drinks in her system. She blames the open bar. She asks one of the waiters at the door the direction to the bathroom. The music dies down considerably as she walks farther and farther away from the ballroom, and she starts to hum a random tune in her head. She’s never been to The Pearl Hotel before, despite living in Nightrest her whole life. She’s so distracted by how pretty and luxurious it is that she loses her sense of direction. She was never following the waiter’s directions from the get go.

She has no idea where she is anymore, some random hallway. It’s pretty and empty and she’s alone.

Except she wasn’t really alone.

“Ugh, those heels. Gorgeous, but they’re like eight inches,” she says to herself and stops to take them off to carry them instead. She has no idea how to head back to the ballroom, but it’s not a big deal, she just needs to find a hotel employee to redirect her there.

As she starts to turn around, she feels a sudden, sharp sting in her back. It burns and shoots all through her back. She gasps, dropping her heels in shock. A scream escapes Lucia’s lips as she can feel whatever was plunged being pulled out of her back. It all happens so fast. One second she’s standing up straight, the next she’s losing control of her own legs and stumbling forward, dropping to the floor, face first. She’s felt intense pain before, back when she had gotten her career-ending injury, but nothing comes close to the pain she feels right now.

It takes her a few nanoseconds before it all sinks in, it’s enough to sober her up.

She grunts as she turns around, her eyes landing on her attacker, eyes widening in sheer horror and brutal shock. “W-what? Y-you? Why? Why? Just…” Her head shakes uncontrollably and her eyes blink rapidly, as if in denial over who’s before her eyes. Tears prick her eyes as they land on the knife in their hand, stained deep red with her own blood. She can taste the iron in her mouth, spitting blood out as she grunts.

Her fight or flight instinct kicks in. Despite the pain that grows worse and more excruciating by the second, she attempts to crawl back, even though every attempted movement is agonizing. The area where she was stabbed in her back throbs, sending one sharp pang after the other through her entire body. She tries to stand up, but her legs tremble, too weak to support her, and she drops back to the floor. More tears stream down her face at her weakness. It’s a sad sight, that she’s unable to fight for her life. Would she even be able to save herself if she did fight?

Another sharp pang in her back makes her gasp, turning into a violent cough of blood. The shock and terror have rendered her unable to talk, like the words are stuck in her throat, fighting and failing to get out.

Help.

Help me.

Someone. Anyone.

Would anyone hear her? No one is coming and everything hurts.

It’s too late to regret leaving the ballroom alone.

She’s quickly losing any shred of hope. What did she do to deserve this? She can’t even gather the energy to ask why this is happening to her, wanting to preserve the energy on staying up. She’s a good person. She’s friends with everyone, didn’t make enemies, so why is she slowly bleeding out on a hotel floor? Why did her attacker follow her here and why are they watching her as she helplessly bleeds, unable to do anything?

The figure standing in front of her must know she can’t do anything, and she can feel them walking closer to her, a chill running down her back. She’s never been so scared before. It’s all-consuming and paralyzing.

They kneel down in front of her. Lucia’s too scared to look into those familiar eyes again, but if she’s about to die, the last thing before she goes is look straight into her killer’s eye. If they feed off people’s fear, desperation, and pain, she doesn’t want to give them that, even though she’s feeling all three.

She can already feel herself getting lighter, more and more powerless, the blood loss blurring her vision and making her eyelids heavy.

Is there any point in fighting to stay up when all she wants is for this pain to end?

Lucia would be lying if she said she’s never thought of how she would die. The first time was after her mom died. Would it be the same way—slowly succumbing to disease? Or would it be instantaneous, painless, and peaceful, in her sleep as she dreams? When the Nightrest murders started, she wondered if she would be the next victim.

She is the next victim.

The tears that stream down her eyes are not merely from pain only, but they’re at everything she wanted out of life and hasn’t managed to achieve, they’re at the faces of her friends and family. Lucia has lots of dreams and wishes. The world is her oyster, and she believes she would someday get there, but it just went down the drain, didn’t it?

This isn’t how it was supposed to end.

She’s supposed to be in that ballroom, drinking, dancing, and laughing with her friends. She isn’t supposed to be here—dying.

She didn’t want to die alone. That’s the hardest part of it all.

They say when you are dying, your life flashes before your eyes. Except all she sees is the faces of the people she loves—her family and her friends.

Would Dom and Grey be okay without her? When it came to her friends, Lucia was a natural worrier, but she’s always exceptionally worried about Dom and Grey. They attracted trouble, but beneath all of that, they had a heart of gold. They’re the kind of friends who will pause their lives for you. They were her brothers, and her love for them is endless. They would be okay, they had each other and their friends. Grey has his girlfriend, too. It makes her feel a little better that she’s leaving the world knowing they won’t be alone and unsupported. She just hopes they don’t let her death get to them, that they don’t mourn her or cry for her, and instead, they celebrate her life, drink and smile in her memory.

Would Sarah be okay? God, Sarah… She's already lost Theo. Wasn’t that enough? Sarah’s someone who’s sunshine personified. It pains her to see that light dim in her eyes after she lost Theo, and she hopes that with time, that light will find its way again, because the world is so cruel and brutal, and it needs more people like Sarah Oh, a loyal friend, who will love you with everything in her. She has her best friends to be there for her. She’ll be okay.

She’s sad she’s leaving the world before she could see Dilara’s bakery open. It’ll be the new hot spot in town, because Dilara wasn’t only a skilled cook and baker, she also put her heart and love and time into it, just like she does with her friendships and her family. Lucia hopes she realizes just how resilient and strong she is, and how lucky people are to have her in their lives, that Dilara is someone solid and good to have by your side, a friend who will never let you down.

She hopes Vera and Davina know just how lucky and grateful Lucia is to have been their friend, to have laughed and talked and cried with them. She hopes people know just how big their hearts are. They both had a side that not many people have seen, and Lucia calls herself lucky to have seen that side of them. They would be okay without her, too. They were both strong people.

Savika, her childhood friend. She couldn’t imagine a life without her. Her energy was infectious—bright and soft. They often joked about how they would never live without each other. And now that it was Lucia’s time to go, she hopes Savika doesn’t mourn her, and instead does everything they normally did together. She doesn’t want Savika to cry for her. Just a couple of hours ago, they were joking that if in ten years, they both remain single, they would marry each other.

She worries about Dae. She’s only met him a few months ago, but somehow has quickly become one of her favorite people, and a stable presence in her life. They were different in every way, but they made sense. She hopes he continues to explore the town on his own, and eat all the ice cream there is.

Lucia may have lost a lot in her life, and she may have never gotten to achieve some of her dreams, but she has lived a good life, surrounded by people who loved her, and that is enough for her.

She looks into the killer’s eyes one last time, just as they raise the bloodied knife and plunge it deep into her heart. Her eyes widen at the impact, her body shudders violently. She can’t scream or wince, bile and blood gathering up in her throat, choking her. She has already succumbed to reality. She can slowly feel the world around her dim, the killer starts to disappear from her line of vision. More blood pours out of her, drenching her beautiful purple dress.

She’s going to see her mom again. She’s going to see Dante and Toby again.

It’s going to be okay.

Just like that, the girl with the bright smiles, bright eyes, bright energy is gone.

It was time for that light to dim.

#* . ⊹ development.#death tw #knives tw #blood tw #stabbing tw #me tagging this as development when it's a death para i'm sick #& me tagging two dead muses rip

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greysnkidd · 1 year ago

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CLOSED — @dominicdavis

location — dom's house

There was one thing Grey didn't expect to happen at Medusa and it was ending up in a fight with one of his best friends. It wasn't like they didn't have their disagreements, obviously they did, but it's never escalated to the point where either of them starts swinging. He was angry with Dom, and it wasn't even about the almost healed bruises he was still sporting. He didn't care he went out of his way to agree with horse girl. What he cared about was his friend and how he saw there was something happening, he just thought eventually he'd be ready to share if he needed it. Grey didn't want to be pushy, but by the looks of it he should have been. With a heavy knock on his door, Grey moved to the side waiting - hoping, Dom would open. "Do you want to talk or punch me again?" There was a small smile on Grey's face when the door opened, but it fell just as quickly as it appeared.

#⋮ ❛ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃 › conversation.#𝐅𝐓. dominicdavis #me vc: idk #have my garbage starter with love<3

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julesdavis · 2 years ago

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CLOSED - @dominicdavis

LOCATION - at julia’s

Just when she started to believe life was getting easier Catherine Graves appeared on her screen yet again to broadcast horrifying news. She was back to frantically texting and calling everyone to make sure they were okay, as if that was possible after they thought everything ended a couple of months ago. What was she supposed to do now? How can she keep going knowing the same story could be repeating itself? A knock on her door brought her racing thoughts to a halt. It made her jump from the couch only to stay still and stare at the door until another knock came and her brain reminded her Dom said he’d be coming over. She approached the door slowly and peeped to make sure it was him only to swing the door open when she confirmed it. She didn’t wait for him to say anything, she didn’t let him get inside before she already threw herself to hug him tightly, “why is this happening again?”

#⋮ ❛ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 › conversation.#𝐅𝐓. dominicdavis

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balvares · 1 year ago

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wave goodbye.

self para, location unknown. triggers: stabbing, torture, knives, blood, violence, death. mentioned: @dilara-kr, @applekiraz, @analusilvas, @feykaplan, @dominicdavis, @davinadias.

I’ll be careful. I promise. Those were the last words Bianca said to Dilara before going out that same night. She was being careful. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to keep her promise. Nightrest wasn’t as safe as she had thought it’d once been. Even for the girl who thrived in spending her life living in the moment, not thinking about past or future, she didn’t have it in her to leave her friends worried about her—or scared because she continued to spend most of her nights so .. recklessly.

Bi had been drinking, it would’ve been a lie to say she wasn’t, but she knew what she was doing. Despite every promise she once made, she had always been a social drinker. The kind of girl who drank because she was surrounded by people. Wanting to be able to mix in with all the fun as opposed to focusing on remaining completely sober—or close to it. Tonight hadn’t been any different. The brunette said goodbye to everyone she’d spent her night with, a smile on her face as she dangled the screen of her phone in front of them. “I’ve got an Uber coming,” she slurred before sloppy steps brought her outdoors. Soft laughs slipping out of her as she stood by the curb, slightly dizzy vision taking in the surroundings as she did the only thing she could do. Wait.

A part of her wonders if she should’ve waited inside, or continued inside. Maybe if she had, Bianca wouldn’t have been standing under the dark sky, vulunerable. Easy prey. Even as she stood there, nothing felt out of the ordinary. Not until the sound of footsteps rang in her ear. They sounded close, fast, and as she attempted to turn around—see who it was—there was an impact against her head. A hard one. Hard enough that stars began to cloud her already messy vision. And before there was even a chance to react, to scream, call for help, she felt it again. Then everything went black.

later .

She could feel the hard surface against her body, the coldness prickling at the skin that was exposed. She was on the floor. Bianca’s lids rapidly began to open—seeing nothing but blackness. Her eyes covered. The tight feeling against the opening of her mouth. Her mouth tied up, too. Wanting to reach up and take whatever it was off her face, it was then the woman realized that her hands were also tied behind her. She couldn’t see, speak, or move the way she wanted. That was the start of her panic—memories of the footsteps, being hit. Bianca desperately tried to fight against whatever was holding her wrists locked together, ignoring the way the friction burned her skin, as she tried (and failed) to stand or even sit. Anything was better than the way she was currently. Where am I? Is anybody there? Questions she tried to ask, but coming out as nothing more than a muffled sound.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

Fingers gripped into her hair, the sharp pain being enough to have Bianca yelp as they roughly lifted her up—eyes closed tightly beneath the blindfold. She listened, waiting for someone to say something. Anything. Let her know what was going on, what she was doing here but nothing came. The only sound she could hear was her own ragged breath. It felt like ages, their fingers still knotted in her hair while nothing happened. It was the silence that scared her. From more than what she’s ever experienced.

Then she felt the blade pierce through her stomach. Fast, rough. The feeling of it having the woman cry out in pain, already feeling the tears pricking from her eyelids. Then another one. And another. On her stomach again. On her side. In and out. Rough edges of, what she could only assume, was a knife ripping its way in and out of her skin. Tears being shed but soaked up through the cloth that covered eyes. Shedding with every impact of their hands, or their feet, the knife. Constant blows. Again. And again. And again.

Stop. Stop. Please. Words that repeatedly came out of her mouth with every plunge, desperately wishing that they’d stop. To stop hurting her. She didn’t deserve this. Those same stars floating across her already masked vision—wishing she knew who was doing it. Who hated her this much? Hated her enough to want to see her hurt like this. In so much pain.

Even as she thought about it, there was a single person who managed to come to mind. Bianca believed that in all of her years of living, she’s never done anything worth of this. She’s always been a good person. Talked to everyone, kept herself away from drama that didn’t involve her. What did she do that could be so wrong? To bring out this kind of … hate in a person. Because they had to hate her. There was no denying it.

Even in the midst of it all, Bianca still couldn’t hear anything. Only the sound of her own masked screams, the sound of her breathing echoing within her ears. The agony of the inflicted wounds being the only thing she could seem to focus on. If they were saying anything, she couldn’t hear it. For a moment, it felt as if time stopped.

The hands that once were entangled in her hair now shoved her down. Bianca’s body hitting the ground and her head knocking against the surface of the floor—a ringing sound immediately echoing in her ears from the impact. That’s when she heard it.

There was a laugh. A woman’s laugh. Something that was easy to distinguish even as the sound drifted further away from her—words coming out of her, but nothing Bianca could pick up. She heard her. Whoever she was. That was a woman’s voice and there was no denying it, but who was she talking to? Despite all the pain she felt, the brunette tried her hardest to listen. To see if she could hear whoever was being addressed. Did she know that voice?

She didn’t have time to think about it. Not before the sound of another scream flooded her ears. It wasn’t ear piercing, but it was a sound that mimicked one of her own. The same kind of scream she continued to release with every blow of the blade. Someone else was here. Bianca’s cries could only grow harder as she remained on the ground—weakly fighting against her retraints. Unable to stop herself from aching for whoever else it was going through the same thing she was; listening to those heart wrenching sounds while she couldn’t do a thing to help. That being enough to make her cries grow harder. Bianca, even in the midst of her own pain, couldn’t keep herself from crying out to whoever it was. She didn’t need to know who they were or why they must’ve been there. Whoever it was, they didn’t deserve this. Neither of them did.

Time moved by slowly. The sound in the distance became more faint with every passing minute, or hour, she didn’t know, but it was enough for one thing to ring clear for Bianca. These were her final moments. They’re final moments. She knew that. In the midst of everything happening, her mind couldn’t help but to shift toward the people she cared most about—Analu, Fey, Dominic, Davina, Dilara, Apple.

Apple. Her best friend. Sister. Soulmate. Their last conversation replayed in her head during her final moments. Being aunties, having children. Living the rest of their lives together. Things they’ve spoken about hundreds of times and it wasn’t until this moment did it finally hit Bianca that it wouldn’t happen. She’d never grow old enough to see Apple become the cool aunt she so desperately wanted to be. Never get to have kids of her own looking up at her best friends with the same admiration and love that Bianca held for her. She’d never see Apple have kids. Something she knew her best friend wanted so badly. Even with the way she brushed it off, playing it off as nothing more than a simple thought, Bianca knew better. She could see the sadness hidden behind those eyes and now, those words played in her head again: You’re time will come. It was lighthearted at the time, but during this moment, she meant it. Every single word. One of her last moments praying that she’d stop being plagued by whatever was in her thoughts and do it. Have the family she wanted. The kids. Grow old, be happy. It’s what she deserved.

It was as if the killers knew what she was thinking about. Feeling those hands pulling her up again, the blade making its way to her neck and for the first time since it started, Bianca wanted it all to stop. Not in the same way she once had, but she wanted them—whoever they were—to put an end to it all. To the pain. Her suffering. She couldn’t do it anymore. She could feel the blood pooling at her feet, skin raging as it constantly reminded her of what they put her through. She couldn’t do it anymore.

The rigged ends dug deeply into her neck, gliding its way across her neck and even if Bianca wanted to scream, the pooling blood from behind her mouth made it impossible. She could feel it, her blood, pouring out—drenching her clothes. There was no longer a fight in Bianca. Within seconds, she could feel her body growing weak. Limp. Then she was gone.

#self para.#stabbing tw #kidnapping tw #blood tw #violence tw #death tw

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