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solutiions · 4 years

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keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

los angeles is full of history that goes untold. back in the late 19th century, before the bright lights of hollywood and the infamous traffic, a rivalry was formed between the serranos and the clements. the town was divided, everyone picking sides as they claimed their loyalty.

this was built into the foundations of the town. it now manifests itself into the two rival gangs: the crimsons and the vipers.

the crimsons were made from the supporters of the serrano family. they're intensely loyal and will die for those in their clan. they own karma, one of the most popular nightclubs in town.

the vipers formed from those who defended clement. they are quick with their tongue and will go to the grave with their secrets. the ivy is run by the vipers and they're known for their drinks that could kill.

it's simple really. the crimsons and the vipers don't interact in public except for once a year at their annual masquerade. then, all bets are off. hold your secrets close to your chest because everyone has something to hide.

enter at your own risk. ( psd credit to @catboyfm )

* & tldr !

basically there are two rival gangs running rival clubs! the crimsons ( karma ) were founded on hard work and loyalty whereas the vipers ( the ivy ) were founded on their wit and duplicity.

* & rules !

1) please be active ! i don’t want this to die out quickly because i’ve got a lot planned. also please try your best to write with everyone and not just a select group of people.

2) no godmodding or ooc drama. if you have any issues, please come to me or the rest of the admin team.

3) muns and muses should all be 18+ and muses should be 20-29.

4) you’re allowed to have 2 muses from the beginning !! more can be discussed down the line.

* & application !

[ faceclaim / gender / pronouns ] wait a second, is that [ CHARACTER NAME ] walking into [ CLUB NAME ] ? the [ AGE IN LETTERS ] year old looks just like [ FACECLAIM ] ! anyways, i’ve heard that they [ SECRET ]. some people even call them the [ LABEL ]. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be [ + TRAIT ] but also [ - TRAIT ]. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for [ 3-5 AESTHETICS ]. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ alias / pronouns / timezone ]

submit your application here !

* & taken fcs !

alex cooper

amanda khamkaew

drew starkey

dylan o’brien

harry styles

lennon stella

logan lerman

normani kordei

phoebe tonkin

sydney sweeney

valentina voight

victoria pedretti

wolfgang novogratz

* & masterlist !

[ lennon stella / cis female / she/her ] wait a second, is that CELESTE OLIVIER walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY TWO year old looks just like LENNON STELLA ! anyways, i’ve heard that they LEAKED INFORMATION TO THE CRIMSONS. some people even call them the VIXEN. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be ELOQUENT but also INDULGENT. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for APPLYING BLOOD RED LIPSTICK IN A DIRTY MIRROR, BATTING YOUR EYELASHES TO GET WHAT YOU WANT, & A DEVIOUS MIND HIDDEN BEHIND A PRETTY SMILE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ lexi / she/her / est ]

[ normani kordei / cis female / she/her ] – wait a second, is that TESSA YOUNG walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY FOUR year old looks just like NORMANI KORDEI ! anyways, i’ve heard that they HAVE BEEN STEALING FROM THE CLUB. some people even call them the CUPID. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be CARING but also CLUELESS. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for PINK STILETTOS, PERFECTLY MANICURED FINGERNAILS, TWIRLING YOUR HAIR WHILE FLIRTING & APPLYING LIPGLOSS IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ lexi, she/her, est ]

[ dylan o’brien / cismale / he/him ] – wait a second, is that WILSON CLARKE walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY NINE year old looks just like DYLAN O’BRIEN ! anyways, i’ve heard that they HAVE BEEN STEALING MONEY FROM OTHER MEMBERS FOR DRUGS. some people even call them the CRIMSON . and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be ORGANIZED but also DEFENSIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for BAGGY TSHIRTS, STALE BEER, THE SOUND OF FAMILY GUY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND AFTER THE LONGEST DAY AND THE ODOR OF CIGARETTE SMOKE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ sophie, she/her, cst ]

[ victoria pedretti / cisfemale / she/her ] – wait a second, is that GRACIE ADLER walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY FIVE year old looks just like VICTORIA PEDRETTI ! anyways, i’ve heard that they COMMITTED A CRIME THAT NOBODY ELSE THOUGHT WAS A GOOD IDEA. some people even call them the FACADE . and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be AMBITIOUS but also IMPUSLIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for PLATFORM DOC MARTENS, THE SCENT OF SANDALWOOD, A WALK THROUGH THE RAIN & THE COLOR BURGUNDY. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ sophie, she/her, cst ]

[ alex cooper / demi girl / she & they ] – wait a second, is that OLYVIA "OLLY" PETERSEN walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY FOUR year old looks just like ALEX COOPER ! anyways, i’ve heard that they RAN AWAY FROM THE ALTAR. some people even call them the AMARANTH. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be PASSIONATE but also IMPULSIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for GOLDEN RINGS ON EVERY FINGER, AN ALLURING SMILE, OLD FLANNELS, & THE TASTE OF TEQUILA. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ kris, she/her, central ]

[ drew starkey / cismale / he/him ] – wait a second, is that MATTY BLACKBURN walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY FIVE year old looks just like DREW STARKEY ! anyways, i’ve heard that they WAS INVOLVED IN A HIT AND RUN THAT RESULTED IN A CASUALTY. some people even call them the DIRTBAG. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be OUTGOING but also BLUNT. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for BROKEN NOSES, JEAN JACKETS, DISHEVELED HAIR, & THE SMELL OF CIGARS. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ kris, she/her, central ]

[ wolfgang novogratz / cis male / he/him ] wait a second, is that JEREMY ‘JAGGER’ ROGERS walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY THREE year old looks just like WOLFGANG NOVOGRATZ ! anyways, i’ve heard that he KNOWS WHO KILLED HIS FATHER. some people even call them the BROODER. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be FLIRTY but also CLOSED-OFF. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for EMPTY BROKEN BOTTLES, LATE NIGHT TATTOOS, MESSY BEDSHEETS, & LINES OF COKE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ liv / she/her / est ]

[ sydney sweeney / cis female / she/her ] wait a second, is that MCKENNA TAYLOR walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY THREE year old looks just like SYDNEY SWEENEY ! anyways, i’ve heard that she HAS SEX FOR MONEY. some people even call them the SWEETHEART. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be OPEN-MINDED but also SENSITIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for SPARKLY SHOES, HIGH PONYTAILS, LOUD MUSIC, & TOO MANY CUPS OF COFFEE IN THE MORNING. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ liv / she/her / est ]

[ logan lerman / heterosexual / he/him ] wait a second, is that BANQUO SINCLAIR walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY SEVEN year old looks just like LOGAN LERMAN ! anyways, i’ve heard that they HAVE KILLED FOR THE VIPERS. some people even call them the CATALYST. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be CALM but also DECEITFUL. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for CALLOUSED FINGERS, OLD BOOKS, MOTORCYCLE, DAGGERS, BLOODY KNUCKLES, BLACK EYES. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ baker / she/her / aedt ]

[ harry styles / cis male / he/him ] wait a second, is that SEBASTIAN KING walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY-FOUR year old looks just like HARRY STYLES ! anyways, i’ve heard that they ARE FLEEING THEIR HOME ON THE EAST COAST AFTER CAUSING THE DEATH OF THEIR EX. some people even call them the HALCYON. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be GREGARIOUS but also ARROGANT. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for EMPTY ROLLS OF FILM, LATE NIGHT DRIVES ALONG MULHOLLAND DRIVE, CHIPPED NAIL POLISH, & THE DISCONTINUED TASTE OF MANGO JUUL PODS. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ annie / she/her / pst ]

[ valentina voight / cisfemale / she&her ] wait a second, is that CYNTHIA MORENO walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY-THREE year old looks just like VALENTINA VOIGHT ! anyways, i’ve heard that they RAN AWAY FROM HOME AFTER NEARLY KILLING HER STEPFATHER. some people even call them the FEMME FATALE. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be INTELLIGENT but also VINDICTIVE. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for TOO MANY LINGERIE SETS TO COUNT, THE ROAR OF THE ENGINE ON A CHERRY RED AUDI R8, CHAMPAGNE WITH STRAWBERRIES FLOATING INSIDE, & A MATTE BLACK BUSINESS CARD WITH RED DEVIL HORNS EMBOSSED ONTO IT. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ aly / she& her / est ]

[ amanda khamkaew / cis woman / she and her ] wait a second, is that PANDORA ÅKESSON walking into KARMA ? the TWENTY THREE year old looks just like AMANDA KHAMKAEW ! anyways, i’ve heard that they SHE HELPED TO FRAME AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER FOR THE SAKE OF HER BROTHER’S FREEDOM . some people even call them the GONGOOZLER . and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be RESILIENT but also DETACHED . i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for TINTED POOLS OF GOLDEN BROWN THAT LINGER WITH CAUTION , UNSPOKEN THOUGHTS CAPTURED BEHIND ROSY PETALS , WHISPERED WORDS DANCING THROUGH THE PITCH DARK , GOLD JEWELRY DECORATING SUN KISSED SKIN , & UNWELCOME GUILT THAT THREATENS TO EAT HER WHOLE. i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ gi / she and her / est ]

[ phoebe tonkin / cis female / she&her ] wait a second, is that ELLA SMITHSON walking into THE IVY ? the TWENTY NINE year old looks just like PHOEBE TONKIN ! anyways, i’ve heard that they SAW SOMETHING THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE AND ARE BEING BLACKMAILED TO KEEP IT A SECRET. some people even call them the MOM FRIEND. and honestly, i’m not surprised because they’re known to be NURTURING but also OVERLY CRITICAL. i wonder if the rumors are true. they’re known for WAKING UP BEFORE THE SUN, WINE GLASSES IN HAND, SMUDGED MASCARA, SCATTERED PAPERS ACROSS A TABLE, and DANCING IN THE KITCHEN . i guess we’ll have to see… cause you know, everyone has something to hide. [ syd / she&her / est ]

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godsofmonster · 4 years

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Bangtan MC ≽ VI.

Reader x Bangtan- Motorcycle Club

Word Count- 7.1k

Warnings- sexual content, death, murder, guns, drugs, violence, betrayal, mentions of suicide, mentions of rape, etc.

For as long as I can remember back, I always wanted to be in a motorcycle club. Since I was six years old, the only thing on my mind was getting my hands on a Harley and a cut. I was a wolf, a wild cur, cut from the pack with bloodstained on my fur. Every wrong has marked a debt because a beaten dog never forgets.

The sun was gone, but its light reached for the last bit of sky it could find. The road was practically deserted, I passed a total of four cars on my ride to 18th street.

My father's motorcycle felt foreign under my touch, and as much as I wanted to make it mine, I couldn't find its compassion. At any minute, I felt it would flip on me, shutdown, or crash. I was riding with no helmet and prayed no police would pull me over. As much as I wanted to race down the road, I took the ride with ease. I could not act relentless, the world was not in my favor as of late.

Coming up on Charming street, I spotted an old Chevy Impala that was tinted dark. It wasn't black, but it appeared that way in the moonlight. The extravagant ride stood out like a sore thumb in a small town like this.

Once he spotted me, as well, he proceeded to turn on his engine. I parked on the opposite side of the road, and his headlights flashed on as mine went out. My eyes scouted the environment, peering over both shoulders, as I unmounted the bike. Even while knowing that this road would be vacant at night, my paranoia was louder than any voice of reason.

My feet paced quickly for the passenger seat. I pulled on the handle and almost had a slight heart attack to find that it was locked, I pulled it again, yanking it out of temporary distress. Upon closer observation, I noted his car was a deep moss color before finally hearing the click of the lock open.

"What the hell is this?" I questioned, while plopping into the seat, and swiftly shutting the door.

"What?" Romero asked, clueless.

"This," I gestured to the vehicle that encased us. He glanced about as if he could not see what I was suggesting. "This car- it's obnoxious!"

The seats were a custom leather, a soft cream color. Personal articles decorated the car’s interior space, novelty items, and religious emblems. "What? Are you infiltrating the cartel?"

Agent Romero stared at me with puzzled eyes, shortly before a chortle erupted from his lungs. He raised his hand at me as if to ask for a minute, while he allowed his giggles to run their course. However, I was not laughing.

"That’s racist,” He pointed out in the midst of his laughter. He leaned forth, stretching his hand to tenderly stroke the skin of his dashboard. "Don't hate the car,"

One would think that I would be more understanding given my choice of lifestyle. Except, for the fact, that my brain was screaming with anxiety and frustration.

"You couldn't pick something more... appropriate?" I said trying to push my emotions away. Romero shifted the gear into drive, and pulled out of the parking space.

"What? Like a police car?" He joked.

I don’t know if it was just by comparison, but Romero seemed to be in a rather good mood tonight. I, on the other hand, was a panicking mess in the seat beside him. There was little to no tolerance for joy on my side. Any trace of it registered into further panic and uncertainty. It was apparent in the way my leg bounced in place, and it was noticeable enough for it to catch his attention.

"Try to remain calm," He said in a tone of encouragement.

I was in no place to accept guidance. The last thing I wanted to hear was the cliche crap that everyone knew how to spill. We were here to do a job, one that risked my life in every possible way. I didn’t want his encouragement, I wanted his understanding. If he was going to use me to his advantage, he needs to know that I had the most to lose. My life was on the line, in more ways than one.

"Can you at least tell me where we are going?”

As much as I wanted to sit in silence, I had to fill him in on everything that had happened since our meeting this morning.

"Down Riverside road," I tried to reduce the coldness in my voice.

I rolled my head against the headrest, squeezing my eyes shut, and attempting to dismiss all of the tension and panic from my consciousness. It was seemingly coming from nowhere and yet, everything stressed me more.

My entire life, I only ever heard stories of things the club did. They always came from third, outside parties that were biased against them. I told myself a number of things to find reason in the terrible stories I heard.

Bangtan wasn't full of doctors or lawyers, they were blue-collar guys. The way we saw it, they were out there risking everything to protect our way of life. Everyone knew they cut some corners, sold a few things on the side, and asked for their money in violent ways. It was all to get a few extra bucks and perks. When you lived in a community like that, everything seemed normal, even crime. There were never any outsiders with a different perspective, never. It used to make me proud to have the kind of father I did.

Though, now I was the outsider with a new perspective.

I was terrified of what I might see, the corrupt and brutal choices that they could make. I was afraid that Bangtan really had turned into the gang Romero mentioned. Comparing a group of individuals I always admired to some of the foulest scum I’ve learned about would be earth-shattering.

"Do you mind filling me in?" He asked after I failed to, myself.

My eyes reopened, and found him focused on the road ahead. He held the steering wheel with a single arm at the twelve o'clock position. He was mostly a combination of darkness and a dim outline. The fake lights from inside the car did little to illuminate him.

"After our meeting, I ran into two of the club members," I began to explain, reliving the event like a movie in my mind. "We witnessed a deal go down, and they handled the situation as you would expect."

He wasn't looking in my direction but I could tell he was paying close attention to my words. Not only for information on the club but information on me.

"What were you doing?" Romero was concerned about my behavior in the field. He had a right to be, but it still bothered me.

"Babysitting some bimbo who was with us," I muttered annoyed at just the thought. I could have left it there but I knew I couldn't lie to him. "Until, I saw a PB member approaching them..."

He recognized the tone in my voice, and took his eyes off the road for a second to ask,

"What did you do?" He sounded like an angry parent, on the verge of lecturing.

"What was I supposed to do?” I attempted to remain calm. I thought he might see things from my point of view. “I had to interfere, or they could have been hurt."

"You shot him?" He asked in disbelief and quick anger.

"Not dead!" I clarified, defensively. "I!- I just injured him."

I could see his demeanor change, that good mood I suspected earlier was gone. His fist tightened around the steering wheel, veins popping and outlined by the faint lighting.

"Are you insane?" His voice was rough, bossy, and cold. "You're an unauthorized federal agent and you fired rounds, on the street, in the middle of the day?"

I found myself, once again, being lectured about the same event. I was criticized for saving lives and doing my job. Neither of them were in a place to talk down on me.

"I did what I had to do!" I yelled. "If it wasn't for that- we would have no idea that the PB was cooking meth in Blackburn. We wouldn't have the exact address and time Bangtan was planning their retaliation."

I reminded him of the facts, what actually mattered at this moment. "If you wanted a traditional agent, then you should have gotten one!"

Romero didn't say anything in response. He didn't know what to expect from me. I was raised with a set of beliefs that were different than his own, but that was exactly why he needed me.

I was here because of my connection and inside knowledge of the club. I knew how they thought and operated, I could speak their tongue. What I did today, established trust between me and them. One that I certainly needed, after learning about Yoongi's suspicions. If he could doubt me, so could have the rest of them. Bangtan didn’t believe in coincidences and they left no loose ends. I could no longer raise any more suspicions.

"Take the next left," I sighed, after taking a moment to notice our surroundings.

"Riverside road is still up ahead," He stated as if I didn't know.

"I know that," I said bitterly, wondering why he continued to question me. "This is another way there. If we go down that way, there is a chance we might run into the club."

That was the last thing we needed. The house was in a rural part of town, at the very edge of Blackburn by a lake. Not many people lived by that area, and with a car like this, we would be suspicious for sure.

The roads on this side of town were made of only dirt, they were bumpy and uneven. The night fell heavier, with the tension of the forest, it crept on a single side of the path. The lights beams were soft, we couldn't see more than three feet in front of us. Romero worried about the condition of his wheels and took the drive gently.

"That's got to be it," I muttered, staring out the window.

Romero drove the car slowly past a driveway that led to the house. It was small, red brick, and cabin-like. It was invisibly ordinary.

To common folks, there was nothing about this residence that raised eyebrows. To the trained eye, however, a small detail stood out instantly. "Look at that- industrial filters,"

They were large black tanks that were attacked to the side of the home. By the looks of them, they were cooking deadly amounts of meth.

"Any sign of life?" He asked as he was keeping his eye on the road in front of us.

"The lights are on, but the blinds are shut," I informed him. There was only a blue pick-up truck beside the house. No other vehicles in sight. "The club will be in a black Nissan NV200."

It wasn't long before some trees cut my line of sight from the property. I leaned back in my seat and looked at the surrounding area. "Turn into the field right here,"

The car bounced as we went off the trail. The left side of the house was blocked by a few oak trees and bushes. It wasn't dense enough to cover the house, but just enough to set the property boundaries. In the dark, it was the perfect place to hide behind. We were at least twenty yards from away.

"Now, we wait," Romero muttered to himself with a sigh.

He shut off the engine, the interior lights went dark, and we were hidden in the night.

"Do you have the papers?" I said, turning to look at him. The only light source came from the nearly full moon in the sky. It was pale on his tan skin.

"In the glove compartment," He instructed, keeping his eyes on the house.

I leaned over and popped open the chamber, where a stack of papers and a few CDs, was all I could feel with my hand. The contract was stapled together, but it was difficult to make out the small print in the dark.

"They agree with all your terms. None of the information you give us on the mc can be used against them in a court of law. However, any drug-related crime that may occur with the Camilo Cartel is still our jurisdiction."

I planned to stop that before it could happen. If it got that far, then I have already failed them.

"What are their conditions?" I asked, knowing very well that they would have a few.

"That you don't withhold any information," His voice was skeptical of that happening. He turned my way but looked back forward before I could do the same. "You also can't take part in any illegal activity, or report yourself as a D.E.A agent."

The D.E.A was very particular about their image, having someone like me on their team, had to be kept confidential. But I didn't care. I wasn't doing this for any kind of recognition on their part.

"I'll also be administrating you a drug test every week for the remainder of the investigation," When considering my past, it was no wonder why Romero and the higher-ups were cautious. “If any of these rules are broken, the deal goes out the door.”

I was an agent who was never meant to see the light of day in this job. I was a gamble, and they desperately needed the odds to go in their favor.

I was being observed on either side of this situation. My will had to be strong to voluntarily put myself in this position. Trusted by no one, and yet, needed by everyone- I was the help no one wanted to thank.

I grabbed the pen that was sticking out of the cup holder between us. Turning to the very last page, where at the bottom, was a line waiting for my signature.

When I scribbled my name onto that piece of paper, I felt as if I was sighing my own death certificate.

"(Y/n)..."

His voice had shifted into a low pitch, steady and cautious. I turned to see what had triggered this behavior. I followed his gaze, out his window, to the dirt road we had just stirred out of. There was a black van stalking down the path, with its lights shut off in the middle of the darkness.

"Oh shit," I whispered. Even from this far away, at night, I could make out Taehyung's familiar head through the passenger window. "What do we do?"

"Nothing." He was firm, eyes glued to the movement of the approaching vehicle. "Absolutely nothing,"

He looked back at me to ensure that what he spoke was understood thoroughly. "No matter what happens- we cannot interfere, (Y/n)."

That meant, even if someone got hurt.

"Okay," I responded.

Though, I worried that my emotions were still much out of my control. I wanted to do my job, but I was being asked to stand by and do nothing.

"They're passing the house," Romero stated.

It was getting more difficult to see through the thin patch of wilderness that protected us. The road, directly in front of the driveway was almost impossible to see. Especially, with such a dark vehicle and no headlights.

"They aren't going to park in the driveway," I thought as I spoke. "The van would be right in the line of the crossfire."

"But if they leave the driveway open, there is a chance for the PB to escape." He contradicted.

They must have known that, so why would they do it anyway? Were they that confidante that they could take them out?

Our eyes stared into the darkness of the driveway. The dirt leading up to the house was visible enough to see shapes and shadows the ground. We watched for any sudden movement on either part. I also tried to foresee the plan that Bangtan had in motion.

"Unless they want them to," I suggested.

"What are you talking about?" He wasn't very convinced. "This is supposed to be retaliation for the shooting at your house."

"But killing foot soldiers who run a small lab isn't much of a statement." I know the idea didn’t make any sense, and I didn't know what the right answer was but there was something we were missing. I was sure of it.

"A lab in Blackburn, (Y/n)." He sounded annoyed by my doubts. "That goes against their deal, of course, they are going to kill everyone in that building!"

Romero simply assumed that I was sugar-coating the events that were about to take place. That I didn't want to see Bangtan for the killers they were. But I knew that they were much more than that.

Brains before bullets.

That is what hung behind the table of their meeting room. They weren't some unorganized street gang. There was a reason they had made it so far in the arms dealing business.

I wasn't known for holding my tongue during an argument, however, we both were quick to do so.

There were four male figures quickly approaching the house. They were dressed from head to toe in black, shielding their face, and wearing ski masks. There was a large gap between where they stood and the red house.

"Where are the other three?" Romero asked as we continued to watch. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could make out shadows in the bushes at the front of the driveway.

Based solely on height and posture, I thought I could make out Jimin and Taehyung. The other two could have been Jungkook and Yoongi. Though, that didn't matter for long. The figure I deemed to be Taehyung, looked back to the bushes, where I had seen the shadows. He seemed to be making sure everything was set.

Then he nodded to the others beside him.

All four figures brought a KG9 below their chests. Their aim was the building right in front of them, and the night seemed so calm before they pulled the trigger.

Fully automatic weapons ripped through the silence, the flashes coming from their muzzles were like the Fourth of July.

Even this far, the sound surprised me. It illuminated the surrounding ground as if a lightning storm had formed on Earth's surface. The details of their black clothing were visible with every burst of light. I could make out each individual set of eyes glowing in the dark.

The windows into the house were pierced and shattered by the ammunition. The boys began to step back, slowly, keeping their fingers tight around the trigger. It didn't take long to hear the response of those who were inside.

The front door was kicked open, out came pouring about five or six PB members. All they had to buy them some time were a few FN-57s while they made a run for it. By that time, the four bodies were seeking cover behind a large stake severed tree trunks. The other three came out as their replacement, returning fire while the others reloaded.

The PB made it into their truck, two in the front, and three in the exposed back. All of them continued shooting except for the one in the driver's seat; his shadow was frantically attempting to get the engine started. The wheels screeched dirt into the air, almost as loud are the gunshots.

The truck shot down the driveway, threatening to run over anything in its path. Though the blasts remained, I couldn't see any indication of injured bodies.

"What the hell is this..." I heard Romero say as the scene unfolded right before our eyes.

All of the seven boys gathered in front of the house. Three of them ran into the open residence, while the rest stayed on the lookout.

"They aren't going after them," I stated. I felt relieved seeing that the dangerous part had passed. However, the question remained, what were they going to do now?

"This doesn't make any sense," Romero sounded irritated.

My eyes remained on the outside figures, taking note of the tall man with long legs. The others seemed to be working around him. Namjoon was the only one who ever stood that way, with so much authority.

The other three members came out of the house shortly. It appeared to have exchanged some words as they walked down the porch. They didn't appear to be worried about any other unwanted company. They felt safe enough, that they removed their masks.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were the three that searched the house. They gathered around the rest of the guys in conversation.

"What the hell are they doing?" Romero asked me directly. He looked at me as if I had all the answers.

"I don't know, " I assured him.

In between the group, stood Hoseok, with a black box in the grip of his hand. We watched carefully as he handed the mysterious case to Jimin. Jungkook stood at his side and encouragingly patted his shoulder.

The group disbanded. Everyone began to make their way back down the driveway, their feet racing to the shelter behind the bushes.

Everyone, except for Jimin.

He, instead, returned into the house with the case in his hand. I thought about anything and everything in that house that could be valuable. Something that would be worth risking their lives to obtain. The only thing in there, that could be worth anything, was the methamphetamine they were manufacturing.

"They're taking the drugs," Romero reached the same conclusion I had. But why would they? Bangtan did not need it.

"They're going to sell it themselves," He told me. The tone of his voice was almost positive as if he was happy for me to see them in a bad light.

"No," I replied, even though it wasn't a question. "That can't be it,"

When I looked at Romero, he was watching me with aggravation, my constant denial of all his claims were frustrating him.

"(Y/n), look at them!" He raised his tone. "They didn't break into a drug lab to leave empty-handed!"

His words fell on deaf ears, there was nothing he could say to change my mind. I knew, in my gut, that it wasn't the case, but I couldn't escape the dreadful feeling beside it.

"If you can't start to see them for what they are- we're going to have some serious-"

"Wait-" Just then, the idea clicked in my head. My heart began to race, like a drum line marching in my chest. The dread in my stomach was replaced with pure terror. His racing figure was running out the front door. I gasped,

"Jimin!"

It was as if daylight had emitted from the house. It was as blinding as the sun and powerful as a volcano. The explosion trembled the atmosphere, the ground rumbled and shook the vehicle. Romero's arm reached over me, instinctively, shielding me from any threatening shock-waves.

The house was set ablaze. It was an empty shell of stone, consumed by smoke and fire. There was so much smoke that it was difficult to see any details on the ground. It was a sight straight from the underworld.

After the initial fright, a new one consumed me entirely.

"Oh my god, Jimin..."

I re-assembled in my seat and directly lunged for the door. My hand wrapped around the handle and it clicked open.

"(Y/n)!"

Romero surged forward, grasping for the base of the window, and slamming the door shut. "You can't."

"B-but he-" I stuttered with panic.

"He made it out of the house, (Y/n)." He tried to soothe me, spoke to me calmly and reassuringly.

"What the fuck is he thinking?!" My head spun with a muddle of fright and anger. "Why wouldn't he use a remote detonator?! Is he insane?!"

I yelled as if Romero would care about their well-being. He watched me panic and fear for the safety of Jimin. I continued to search for movement through the cloud of dust and smoke.

"Maybe... there was no time?" He suggested, trying to figure it out for profiling purposes. "This was just decided today."

I understood that they felt the need to act fast, but that didn't mean they had to act recklessly. Putting Jimin's life in danger like that was idiotic. The worst part was that it was probably his idea in the first place. I could imagine him declare that he had it perfectly under control.

"Look," Romero called.

A strong wind had come toward the property, blowing the smoke toward the back of the home, and leaving the front clear for sight. I made out Taehyung's form running toward the house, where, getting up from the floor was Jimin.

I sighed a deep relief in my chest that was almost overwhelming. Taehyung ran up to Jimin, placing his hands on his shoulders and checking on him. Once Jimin reassured him that he was alright, Taehyung assisted in getting away from the burning building as fast as possible.

"Goddamn idiot..." I cursed him for scaring me. I never wanted to so badly hurt, and embrace, someone in the same breath.

After that, the events that followed were rather simple. Bangtan gathered themselves and left the property as soon as Jimin was on his feet. Even in that rush of violence, it was nothing compared to what they could have done. All they left behind was a single drop of the rage that fueled them. That was the warning they were leaving for the PB.

Agent Romero and I didn't speak much on our return to 18th and Charming street. There was tension inside of the vehicle that made the silence appear like the best selection.

I assumed we were both left with a confusing haze in the back of our heads. Nothing of what we expected had happened tonight. His knowledge of a field agent didn't assist him in this investigation. Neither did my connection with the members of the club. We were left to re-think everything we thought we knew.

"How did you know?" He asked out of the blue. We were merely two blocks away from my drop-off point.

My gaze turned away from the deserted stores that drifted away, as we passed them by. His exterior appeared unbothered as if he had continued our streak of silence.

"Know what?" His question was unclear.

He remained expressionless and without any new movement. I almost questioned if he said anything at all, but he was only hesitating.

"How did you know Bangtan wouldn't kill them?" He asked more specifically. He asked as if I had some kind of psychic vision into the future.

"I- I don't know," I replied, honestly. I could have explained it as some kind of outlaw intuition. "It just didn't feel like they would..."

I knew that wasn't helpful, nor something he wanted to hear. His distrust in me came from the connection I held with the club. Especially now, I've been home after so long. But it was the truth, they weren't as thoughtless as outsiders thought.

It was easy for Romero to group Bangtan with every other organization he's dealt with before. That would be his downfall, though. Bangtan was different.

"Why would they wear masks- if they planned on killing everyone?"

Romero turned his head at my rhetorical question. That detail was the only thing I took notice of. However, I wasn't sure when I precisely figured it out.

"So, why didn't they kill them?" He asked, actually looking for my opinion this time. "Why would they let everyone go and just blow up the place?"

That was the question we needed to figure out. I understood that it wasn't the typical response for a gang. Especially for Bangtan, who were capable of doing much more damage.

"If they covered their identities, then it means they don't want the PB to know it was them," I stated the obvious. Romero nodded his head and agreed.

"Who else could they blame it on?" He continued the train of thought.

"The Camilo Cartel is the only significant group that is fighting against the PB," I mentioned, as they were the only ones that mattered. Was Bangtan trying to put the blame on them?

"Blowing up a lab and letting people escape in the process, isn't part of the cartel’s MO," Romero pointed out. "They are more 'cut off your limbs' type of organization."

The visual idea gave me chills. "Do you think the club would know that?"

"I don't know, maybe it could have slipped their mind," I thought to myself, recalling back to their brilliant idea of manually detonating the bomb from the inside, instead of having an outside detonator.

When time had passed after my words, I figured he didn't need any more convincing of my observation. We continued our silent drive.

The street was exactly as we had left it hours ago. No cars in sight and the only light came from the street lamps that lined the sidewalk. His car came to a gentle stop and lazily pulled into the curb.

"I apologize about before," He said before I made a move to the door. I watched him sigh in the seat. "I just thought that you-"

"I know," He didn't have to explain himself. It was easy to see that his trust in me was delicate. "You aren't the first person to question everything I do."

I didn't mean for my exit to sound so dramatic, but there was nothing else he could say. I knew how to function under the opposition of those around me, it wouldn't stop me from doing what I had to do.

I let the passenger door shut behind me. A cool breeze ran up my arms as I stepped onto the empty road. My father's Dyna sat, waiting for me, exactly where I had left it.

The streetlight above illuminated the bike, like a sentence from God, its metallic structure reflected the luminosity. I mounted the machine, its seat feeling cold under my weight.

"Hey," Romero had rolled down his window. His face was almost canceled by the shadow that his roof cast. I met his black eyes.

"Next time, I'll listen to your judgment," He spoke with a bit of shame in his voice. "You did good work today... thank you."

I rode off feeling satisfied that night.

The night had gone by quickly once I returned to the House of Cards. I arrived at the crowded bar but was vacant of any comforting life. There wasn't much left for me to do than to sleep for the night, in hopes, of being a different person in the morning.

It didn't take long for daybreak to come by the sheer curtains of the two windows. The light illuminated my face, making my body stir within the sea of bed-sheets. I had forgotten the benefits of getting a good night's rest.

I also underestimated the blessings of a warm hot shower. All the past tension and worries of the past few days were stripped away with the heat. After the events of yesterday, I was expecting today to be more on the ordinary side. I was praying for it.

It was early in the morning, and the bar wouldn't be open until noon. Which meant I had until then to be alone and collect my settling thoughts. There were so many blurred lines I could not see the edges to, where I stood in certain situations. My job, the club, my worries, the doubts; they all seemed to merge into one. An unhealthy mixture of morals that contradict one another, they fought for the steering wheel that was my life.

When I stepped out of the room, feeling rejuvenated, I thought I would walk into a peaceful, empty space. However, I was met with a quite disturbing sight, instead.

"Mornin, sweetheart."

Jaeeun was seated at the edge of the bar. She wore a pair of reading glasses, resting low on the bridge of her nose, and a stack of papers in her hands. Even the terms of endearment that came from her mouth seemed to be demeaning.

What had I done to deserve such misfortune?

"Morning," I replied shortly after the shock, walking toward the back of the bar, where the coffee machine had become enticing.

There was a freshly brewed pot already made, the black liquid was threatening hot, and a third of the way full. I found a few empty mugs right beside the machine and poured a cup tentatively.

"There's some food there," She spoke directly behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and spotted the plastic bag not far beside her on the bar. The bag held no identifying writing, simply a 'thank you' printed in red. I was wary of accepting food from Jaeeun. I could not see her missing out on a chance to poison me. My suspicious eye was no secret. "Namjoon brought it,"

She rolled her eyes at me as if she would actually bother, but I was sure she would. The possibility of her lying crossed my mind. However, my stomach was rumbling for anything, even if it was poison. I would die happily for whatever smelled that good.

I took a seat two stools from her, using a napkin as a coaster, and digging into the bag. It was a standard breakfast platter, barely at that point between warm and room temperature. My mouth watered at the sight.

While I stuffed food down my throat, Jaeeun remained silent and inspected her documents, and my mind began to wonder.

"Namjoon's here?" I tried to remain casual as if Namjoon wasn't one of the topics raging through my mind. Jaeeun saw right through me, of course.

"He was," Her eyes remained glued on the paper. "He mentioned I would find you here,"

The bitter tone in her voice was a clear indication that she was not pleased with my new living arrangement. Hell, if it were up to her, I wouldn't be living at all.

"I'm not staying here for free," I felt the need to explain myself.

"Believe me, I don't want to know how you'll be repaying him." She said suggestively.

Heat rose to my face immediately, as I had trouble swallowing my food at her words. I imagined, in her head, I was doing all I could do to be close to Namjoon. Though it was not completely wrong, it was not for the reason she thought.

"It's not like that," I muttered, embarrassed that the words embarrassed me in the first place. "I'm going to be helping him with the bar."

The scoff from her lips seemed unconvinced by my statement. She simply thought I was lusting to ruin her life. Explaining that it was not all about her would be a mission impossible. Her narcissistic behavior would not allow her to believe anything else, even if it was the truth.

"What are you even still doing here?" She spat, finally blessing me with her piercing eyes. "Do you really have nothing to go back to?"

One would think I would have grown accustomed to Jaeeun’s spiteful words. But there was always something about her that just struck a nerve. It was a never-ending argument with her, and I had even lost my appetite.

"You know, you seem to be spending a lot of energy worrying about my life." I wished I was as composed as her, but my anger was rising to the surface, and she loved to see it.

"I don't care about your life," Jaeeun smirked and removed her glasses, making sure nothing would distort the resentment emanating from her eyes. "Just the people you dare to touch."

She settled her feet on the floor underneath, her leather heel boots clicking on the tile surface. Her body followed in walking toward me, wanting me to squirm in my seat, with each step. She granted herself the open seat beside me, giving our conversation the attention I didn't want.

"Namjoon has enough going on," She warned me. "He just lost a father for the second time."

She pulled out a single cigarette from behind her ear, holding it between her fingers and looked at me like I was nothing. "He already inherited his responsibilities- he doesn't need his burden too."

Sometimes I underestimated just how terrible she could be. Her lips painted dark stained the foot of the cigarette. A lighter flickered a heat source for her to enjoy her taunting with an extra kick.

I swallowed my temper and dared to remind her,

"I'm not the one looking for him."

She continued to hold her poker face as if she already knew. Her porcelain cheeks hollowed in with a smooth drag, nicotine was like oxygen for her lungs.

"His head is twisted, he doesn't know what he wants." She justified him, smoke escaping passed her lips, unworried.

"And you do?" I asked her to see the absurdity that I did. "You can't dictate his life forever, Jaeeun."

I was gravely mistaken. Jaeeun believed, wholeheartedly, that she could. Namjoon might not have known but his mother's influence was always there. In her eyes that was not about to change. My very doubt meant challenging her.

"I’m his mother, and until I am dead and cold, I'm going to do anything I have to do to protect him." Her voice went from taunting to threatening. The words practically hissed out of her mouth, then I remembered what Jimin told me.

"I must really scare you, huh?"

I found a smile sneaking onto my lips at the thought. Jaeeun was much less frightening when she let her emotions seep through, it reminded me that she was human as well.

"You're a greedy whore," Her black eyes leaned in, her poisonous tongue whispered like an empty threat. "And bad shit happens to greedy whores."

Her aggressiveness only confirmed my suspicions.

She flicked her young cigarette into my mug of coffee, tainting the drink with its ash, before rising from her spot. While watching her walk back to her stack of papers, I realized I was not left with the same drained feeling that our conversations had in the past.

In the stillness of our talk, I began to see us for what we truly were, just two little girls fighting for the attention of a man. Even with her age, it never stopped being that, and I was going down the same path.

In a normal relationship, two people entrust each other to respect the love that they share. That meant listening, understanding, and being faithful. That, however, was not the deal when it came to an mc like Bangtan. Women were objects to share, possessions to show off, comfort to lean on when times got hard. If you were able to marry one of them, you got the title of old lady, which just meant you belonged to one specific member. But even as with an old lady, their picking of women did not stop, if anything, it increased. Groupies that hung around the club wanted nothing more than to get that title. The security that a relationship was supposed to give you was nonexistent.

Jaeeun had been the president's old lady, that came with a lot of respect and constant threats. It was a fight for your place, or someone might take it, which is why she was so defensive. I don't think she was ready to give that up just yet.

"How did you handle it?" I was curious about how someone could live like this for so many years. If I had never left, I probably wouldn't have noticed. "This life is intoxicating- it kills you from the inside out while giving you the best high of your life."

Jaeeun didn't respond aggressively to the question. In fact, it appeared to cause a deep stage of nostalgia, taking her back to the struggles that this life brought her. True wisdom conceived by the most painful teacher- experience.

"There are only two ways an old lady makes it in this life," She answered quietly. When her eyes locked with mine, I found a different kind of hate within them. "You tell her nothing or you tell her everything."

I imagined neither option was comfortable to live with. But I knew that if you loved the man, then you learned to love the life. Then there was no truth you couldn't handle.

"You have no idea what it takes- what it will cost you to be his old lady."

Jaeeun looked at me with pity, with actual pity from a place of true understanding.

"Old ladies can make or break a club, (Y/n)." She shook her head. When she spoke, it was no longer an attempt to scare me away. For the first time, I felt that she was being sincere, even if it isn't what I wanted to hear. "You'll ruin him."

"You don't know that," But neither did I.

I had always been so disinterested in love. This way of life dissolved any chance for trust. The choices seemed to be, live as a fool or be doomed to die alone. Jaeeun had made her choice a long time ago.

"I know that you need someone to tell you the truth," She once again approached me. This time, as if she wanted to comfort me from her own words. "Namjoon and you, together, are a recipe for disaster."

The silence that followed had never been so tormenting, the notion of not even knowing why was alarming. Why? Why when I wasn't even supposed to care? Namjoon represented everything I hated about this life; the secrets, the lies, the sexism, the violence. He was forbidden, just like my rightful place in the club.

Why did I only want what I could not have?

Then, like the sick joke that was my life, the doors to the bar opened, and his presence came into the room. I didn’t have to even turn around to know, for certain, that it was him. I only ever felt this way when he was around.

"You should get out while you have the chance, sweetheart." Jaeeun whispered as she walked past me.

In a tunnel-like hearing, I could make out Namjoon and her greeting each other. She informed him that she was on her way out. The words they spoke faded in and out as I realized Jaeeun was giving me no time to contemplate. She would be leaving us alone, forcing me to make a decision right here, right now.

The doors closed, and I could feel it was just the two of us now.

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WHO

Name: Lenox Syed Dossier: Ariel Age: 25 Mutant Risk Level: Three Affiliation and Occupation: Kings Collective, Distraction Gender/Pronouns: He/him Faceclaim: Avan Jogia

POWER

ILLUSION MANIPULATION: The ability to create things that appear real to the target that do not exist. This can include visual, auditory, or other sensory illusions and range from extremely realistic to fantastical, though the person experiencing the illusion would not be able to tell the difference between the real and fantasy worlds. The size of the illusion, the amount of immersion required, and the number of people who are affected by the ability depend upon the user’s control and training. One can even project illusions onto themself, making them appear to be a different person entirely. Lenox prefers to create things that seem otherwise impossible with the constrictions of the real world, often blurring the lines between fantasy and reality.

AESTHETIC

They are the way the late night blends seamlessly to early morning. They are every dream you wish you could stay in bed to continue. They are the soundtrack to a road trip, full of songs that make you sing at the top of your lungs and songs that make you stare out the window and admire every second you’re alive. They are everything you are nostalgic for, wonderful in memory but nowhere near as pure when the rose-tinted glasses are removed. What goes up must come down, and they watch your disillusionment with glee.

BIOGRAPHY

Tw: Drug mention

His mother is just fifteen when she gives birth to him, swaddled in a blue blanket and passed immediately to the arms of a doctor; she never held him, never looked at his freshly reddened face as his cries wailed down the corridors. It’s not because of his mutation, not because his birth family couldn’t bare to raise a being burdened with powers. She was a child herself, naivety leaving adoption as the only logical decision.

A foster home decides to take him in, raising him from infancy without any awareness of any abnormality. It’s where he stays for the first nine years of his life, a cosy house in Oregon that housed five other children. But the dormancy of his powers didn’t stay concealed forever. It started with his foster siblings sleepwalking, Lenox’s dreams imprinting on them accidentally as they’d trample through the house enthralled by the vivid illusions of his fantasy worlds. Then it began intertwining into everyday life, emotional outbursts of temper alluding unsafe situations like fire or monsters that hid under the bed. Games became near impossible to differentiate between make believe and reality from the second he joined in.

“You’re unsafe,” it’s a comment he’d gladly wear as a badge of honour once he’d matured. But to the little boy being dragged away from his foster family, betrayed by his caregivers and turned in for research, the words grazed his skin like stinging nettles.

The four plain walls of the room only further ignite an overly active imagination, a tool that was dangerous to have with a power like his own. The eleven years he spends there does the opposite of what society would have hoped, boredom allows for focus and practice, it sharpens his talents and he’s able to put them to good use. By the end of his stay the doctors had favoured him among the rest, because he wills it so. They go easy on him, carefully placed illusions write false notes on his reports. Detailed and intricate enough so that he doesn’t get caught out, handwriting remarkably identical to each nurse or scientist that take their turn testing on him. He starts to admire the way it feels, too chaotic to be part of society and embedded with more potential than anyone could have known.

It’s when that potential reaches a point where imagination can no longer be imprisoned by those four walls that he decided enough was enough. The process of discharging himself was a meticulous operation. Theatrically staged and miraculously timed with an annual cell collecting test. Before he can be sedated he’s enticed the nurses into an imaginary induced coma, deep enough into his intoxication that he can use the poisoned needle on them. The theater only has the two women on the floor when the doctor enters, sly projections manipulating each person he’d bumped into on his way to the exit into that same sleep, a psychedelic world of kaleidoscope landscapes and stained glass colours, once awakening they would never see this boy again.

“You’re unsafe,” the same words, just a different context. An ally ushers him to leave Oregon and head to Chicago. A place where policies were loosened and his own kind somewhat tolerated.

The new city put Lenox’s own fresh start in full swing.

Fragile reality was a vehicle for his reinvention, so easily malleable that to change it was simpler and more natural to him than breathing. He’s masterful in the way it’s applied, diminishing a past life of shame and grit in place of high strung worth and superiority. He’d created himself with utter royalty, his own nobility evident by the way in which he moved, regally eloquent and unmistakably ethereal to anyone who crossed his path.

He builds his career on the sins he knows other’s desire. Selling crushed up aspirin as a party drug in the underbelly of the city’s night clubbing scene, using his power to make it seem as if it were the legitimate stuff and not something that cost him a couple bucks from the convenience store across the street. Lenox could make them see whatever he wanted, turn their evenings into a production of his own design and leave with none of the being any wiser. It’s how Benjamin Granger catches word of him, a supposed mutant that was living life as if he were a king. He’s the first person to ever acknowledge his capability, strikes him up an offer he couldn’t refuse. Drawn like a moth to a flame after the slightest suggestion of power and the infatuation that he was finally wanted by someone and to belong to something.

CONNECTIONS

JORDAN ROJAS, Frequent Partner: The role of distraction and thief are basically made to be paired together, especially with the Kings Collective’s values in mind, so it’s no wonder Lenox frequently finds themself at Jordan’s side. They’ve learned to work together pretty well, and all that quality time together certainly builds a friendly rapport. They’ve yet to bust past the surface of Jordan, though they’re not too bothered by it. Besides, with the sorts of things Jordan keeps hinting at, hissing in Lenox’s ear like a snake with a secret, they think they’re just starting to get a glimpse beyond the shallow end.

JACK MIZUNO, Toy: Oh, how fun it is to play with the Blackburn informant. While Jack can escape into their online world, Lenox takes pride in manipulating their world outside of their screens. It isn’t even always nightmare illusions they plant in Jack’s mind, for even the realization on the other mutant’s face that the pleasant or oftentimes extremely weird and nonsensical illusions Jack had succumb to aren’t real at all. The more creative Lenox can get, the better of a time they’re having.

CHANCE MATTHEWS, Longing: They felt it, that spark – no, spark was not quite the right word. It was that moment just before a firework went off, the sizzle you knew lead to a colorful explosion of passion and wonder. They knew Chance felt it, too, and yet Lenox can’t even get within sight of them anymore. Their mind runs rampant with ‘what ifs’ they are determined to put to rest, and like a moth, they try their best to find their flame.

ARIEL is CLOSED for applications. He is taken by DEAN.

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Guía de series: Estrenos y regresos de marzo 2019

Nos fascina la gran variedad de novedades que nos trae este mes. Verídico. Y estamos seguros de que recordaremos varias de las ficciones que están por venir. No te queremos decir cuáles son para que puedas disfrutar probando y abandonando.

¡Feliz marzo!

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1 de marzo:

Northern Rescue (1T completa) y The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind en Netflix

The Widow (1T) en Amazon

3 de marzo:

Good Girls (2T) en NBC

Leaving Neverland en HBO

4 de marzo:

Fleabag (2T) en BBC Three

Jerk (1T) en BBC One

Leaving Neverland en HBO

5 de marzo: Derry Girls (2T) y Home (1T) en Channel 4

6 de marzo:

MotherFatherSon (1T) en BBC Two

White Gold (2T) en BBC Two

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The Order (1T completa) en Netflix

Station 19 (vuelve) y For the People (2T) en ABC

Superstore (vuelve) y AP Bio (2T) en NBC

8 de marzo: After Life (1T completa), Walk. Ride. Rodeo. y Juanita en Netflix

10 de marzo:

Now Apocalypse (1T) en Starz

The Case Against Adnan Syed en Amazon

Midsomer Murders (20T) en ITV

Crashing (3T finale) en HBO

11 de marzo:

American Gods (2T) en Starz

Cheat (1T) en ITV

Timewasters (2T) en ITV2

13 de marzo:

Triple Frontier en Netflix

Bounty Hunters (2T completa) en Sky One

SEAL Team (vuelve) en CBS

14 de marzo:

The Good Fight (3T) en CBS All Access

Porters (2T) en Dave

15 de marzo:

Arrested Development (5bT completa), Turn Up Charlie (1T completa), Love Death + Robots (1T completa) y Dry Martina en Netflix

Shrill (1T completa) en Hulu

17 de marzo: Billions (4T) en Showtime

18 de marzo:

The Fix (1T) en ABC

9-1-1 (vuelve) en FOX

Life in Pieces (4T) en CBS

19 de marzo:

The Village (1T) en NBC

Teachers (series finale) en TV Land

20 de marzo:

The Act (1T) en Hulu

Step Up: High Water (2T completa) en YouTube Premium

The Perfectionists (1T) en Freeform

22 de marzo:

Gigantes (2T) en Movistar +

The OA (2T), Coisa Mais Linda (1T completa), Historia de un crimen: Colosio, Delhi Crime Story y The Dirt en Netflix

24 de marzo: Into the Badlands (3bT y última) en AMC

25 de marzo: Knightfall (2T) en History

26 de marzo: Absentia (2T) en AXN España

27 de marzo:

Jane the Virgin (5T y última) en The CW

Happy! (2T) en Syfy

What We Do in the Shadows (1T) en FX

28 de marzo: Abby's (1T) en NBC

29 de marzo: Osmosis (1T completa), Santa Clarita Diet (3T completa) y Highwaymen en Netflix

31 de marzo: Veep (7T y última) y Barry (2T) en HBO

Estrenos de series

The Widow (Amazon)

Georgia Wells (Kate Beckinsale; Underworld, Pearl Harbor) cortó los lazos con su vida anterior tras la muerte de su marido Will (Matthew Le Nevez; Offspring, The Kettering Incident), hace tres años, en el Congo, pero deberá enfrentarse a ella cuando vea a su marido en las noticias. Viajará a Kinsasa y no se detendrá ante nada para conocer la verdad. Le acompañarán Charles Dance (Game of Thrones, And Then There Were None), Alex Kingston (Doctor Who, A Discovery of Witches), Jacky Ido (The Catch), Ólafur Darri Ólafsson (Ófærð, Lady Dynamite), Louise Brealey (Sherlock, A Discovery of Witches) o Babs Olusanmokun (The Defenders, Sneaky Pete). Creada por Harry y Jack Williams, creadores de The Missing y Liar, y dirigida por Sam Donovan (Utopia, Liar) y Olly Blackburn (StartUp, Victoria). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 1 de marzo

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Northern Rescue (Netflix)

Tras morir su esposa Sarah, un padre (William Baldwin; Gossip Girl, Dirty Sexy Money) vuelve con sus tres hijos al pueblo donde nació para liderar el servicio de búsqueda y rescate. Allí les recibe Charlie (Kathleen Robertson; Boss, Murder in the First), la hermana de Sarah. Participan también Spencer Macpherson (Reign, Degrassi), Taylor Thorne (Condor), Nicola Correia-Damude (Shadowhunters, Burden of Truth), Christian Maryn (Anne with an E) y Sebastien Roberts (Mary Kills People). Creada y escrita por David Cormican, productor de Shadowhunters y Between. Diez episodios.

Estreno: 1 de marzo

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Jerk (BBC One)

Tim (Tim Renkow) tiene parálisis cerebral, y la gente le juzga erróneamente, porque no se dan cuenta de que dentro de ese cuerpo impedido y frágil se esconde un gilipollas. Sabe que hace sentir incómoda a la gente, y lo hace a propósito, puede decir lo que otros no pueden e irse de rositas, y su madre (Lorraine Bracco; The Sopranos, Goodfellas), su cuidadora Ruth (Sharon Rooney; My Mad Fat Diary, Two Doors Down) y su amigo Idris (Rob Madin) tienen que salvarlo de las desastrosas situaciones que causa. Escrita por Renkow. Cuatro episodios. La temporada completa está disponible online desde el 24 de febrero.

Estreno: 4 de marzo

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Home (Channel 4)

Sami (Youssef Kerkour; Nightflyers, Marcella) es un refugiado sirio que entró ilegalmente a Inglaterra rogando asilo y ahora vive con Peter (Rufus Jones; W1A, Flack), Katy (Rebekah Staton; Ordinary Lies, Raised by Wolves) y John (Oaklee Pendergast; Marcella, Camping), su nueva familia, cambiando el concepto de hogar. Comedia creada por Rufus Jones. Seis episodios. Estreno: 5 de marzo

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MotherFatherSon (BBC Two)

Caden (Billy Howle; Glue, On Chesil Beach) es hijo de un gran empresario americano (Richard Gere; Chicago, Pretty Woman) y una heredera británica (Helen McCrory; Peaky Blinders, Penny Dreadful), dirige el periódico que su padre tiene en Londres y está preparado para seguir sus pasos y convertirse en uno de los hombres más poderosos del mundo, pero su estilo de vida autodestructivo amenaza el futuro de la familia, de su imperio e incluso del país. Completan el cast Elena Anaya (La piel que habito, Wonder Woman), Ciarán Hinds (The Terror, Game of Thrones), Sarah Lancashire (Happy Valley, Last Tango in Halifax), Sinéad Cusack (Marcella, V for Vendetta), Paul Ready (The Terror, Utopia), Pippa Bennett-Warner (Sick Note, Harlots), Danny Sapani (Penny Dreadful, Harlots), Niamh Algar (Pure), Jessica Gunning (Pride, Fortitude) y Joseph Mawle (Game of Thrones, The Tunnel). Creada por Tom Rob Smith (The Assassination of Gianni Versace, American Crime Story, London Spy) y dirigida por James Kent (The White Queen, 11.22.63). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 6 de marzo

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The Order (Netflix)

Jack Morton (Jake Manley; iZombie, Heroes Reborn) es un universitario que se une a una legendaria sociedad secreta que le presenta un mundo lleno de magia, intriga y monstruos donde descubre secretos familiares y una batalla entre los hombres lobo y las artes oscuras. Completan el reparto Sarah Grey (Power Rangers, Legends of Tomorrow), Matt Frewer (Orphan Black, Timeless), Sam Trammell (True Blood, This Is Us), Max Martini (The Unit, Revenge), Adam DiMarco (The Magicians, When We Rise), Louriza Tronco (Make It Pop, Spiral), Thomas Elms (I Still See You), Aaron Hale (Pure) o Devery Jacobs (Cardinal). Creada por Dennis Heaton (Motive, Ghost Wars) y Shelley Eriksen (Private Eyes, Continuum). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 7 de marzo

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After Life (Netflix)

Comedia negra creada, producida, dirigida y protagonizada por Ricky Gervais (The Office, The Invention of Lying) sobre un hombre que, tras la repentina muerte de su esposa, decide olvidar sus pensamientos suicidas y vivir lo suficiente para castigar al mundo diciendo y haciendo todo lo que le apetezca sin preocuparse por él mismo ni por nadie. Participan también Tom Basden (Plebs, Quacks), David Bradley (Game of Thrones, The Strain), Roisin Conaty (Man Down, GameFace), Kerry Godliman (Bad Move, Derek), Ashley Jensen (Ugly Betty, Catastrophe), Paul Kaye (Game of Thrones, Wanderlust), Diane Morgan (Frayed, Him & Her), Tony Way (Game of Thrones, Zapped), Joe Wilkinson (Sex Education, Him & Her) y Penelope Wilton (Downton Abbey, Brief Encounters) y Tim Plester (Game of Thrones, Wolf Hall). Seis episodios.

Estreno: 8 de marzo

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Now Apocalypse (Starz)

Comedia con tintes sobrenaturales escrita y dirigida por Gregg Araki (Mysterious Skin, Kaboom) sobre varios jóvenes en busca de amor, sexo y fama en Los Ángeles. El protagonista es Ulysses (Avan Jogia; Victorious, Ghost Wars), que es nuevo en la ciudad y comienza a tener pesadillas que le hablan de una siniestra conspiración, aunque podría ser culpa de fumar tanta hierba. Con él fliparán Kelli Berglund (Lab Rats, Fosse/Verdon), Beau Mirchoff (Awkward, Desperate Housewives), Roxanne Mesquida (Gossip Girl), Tyler Posey (Teen Wolf, Scream), Jacob Artist (Glee, Quantico), Chris Aquilino (Silicon Valley), Desmond Chiam (The Shannara Chronicles), RJ Mitte (Breaking Bad, Switched at Birth), Grace Victoria Cox (Under the Dome, Heathers), Kevin Daniels (Sirens), Avra Friedman (Stop the Bleeding), Evan Hart (House of Lies) y Taylor Hart. Producida por Steven Soderbergh (The Knick, The Girlfriend Experience). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 10 de marzo

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Cheat (ITV)

Leah (Katherine Kelly; Happy Valley, The Night Manager) es profesora universitaria y Rose (Molly Windsor, Three Girls), su alumna. Su peligrosa relación comienza al copiar Rose en un examen y acaba en una serie de acontecimientos que amenazan con llevárselas por delante. Completan el reparto Tom Goodman-Hill (Humans, Mr. Selfridge), Lorraine Ashbourne (Unforgotten, Jericho), Peter Firth (Victoria, Spooks) y Adrian Edmondson (War & Peace, Holby City). Escrita por Gaby Hull (The Dark Mile, Benidorm), dirigida por Louise Hooper (Lucky Man, Cold Feet) y producida por los hermanos Williams (The Missing, Liar). Cuatro episodios. Estreno: 11 de marzo

Turn Up Charlie (Netflix)

Creada, producida y protagonizada por Idris Elba (Luther, Thor), trata sobre un DJ soltero y acabado que se convierte a regañadientes en el niñero de la hija de once años (Frankie Hervey) de su amigo famoso (JJ Feild; Turn, The Romanoffs) mientras trata de reflotar su carrera. Participan también Piper Perabo (Covert Affairs, Coyote Ugly), Angela Griffin (Ordinary Lies, Brief Encounters), Guz Khan (Zapped, Curfew), Jocelyn Jee Esein (Upstart Crow, The Sarah Jane Adventures), Jade Anouka (Trauma, Cleaning Up), Cameron King (Hard Sun, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children) y Dustin Demri-Burns (Sick Note, GameFace). Escrita por Laura Neal (Sex Education, My Mad Fat Diary), Femi Oyeniran (The Intent), Victoria Asare-Archer (Hetty Feather) y Georgia Lester (Skins, Hollyoaks). Dirigida por Tristram Shapeero (Community, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt) y Matt Lipsey (Sick Note, Little Britain). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 15 de marzo

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Shrill (Hulu)

Annie (Aidy Bryant; Saturday Night Live, Horace and Pete) busca formas de cambiar su vida sin cambiar su cuerpo. Tan buena en su trabajo como cualquier otra, quiere trabajar como periodista mientras lidia con un jefe perfeccionista, unos padres enfermos y unos novios pésimos. Completan el cast Lolly Adefope (Loaded, Damned), Julia Sweeney (Saturday Night Live), Luka Jones (People of Earth, Pillow Talk), Ian Owens y John Cameron Mitchell (Mozart in the Jungle, Girls). Basada en las memorias de Lindy West, está escrita por la propia West, Bryant y Alexandra Rushfield (Parks and Recreation, Love). Producida por Elizabeth Banks (Pitch Perfect) y Lorne Michaels (Saturday Night Live, 30 Rock). Seis episodios.

Estreno: 15 de marzo

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The Fix (ABC)

Thriller legal escrito y producido por la fiscal Marcia Clark, a la que conocemos gracias al juicio de O.J. Simpson. En él, Maya Travis (Robin Tunney; The Mentalist, Prison Break), fiscal del distrito de Los Ángeles, sufrió una gran derrota en el juicio al famoso actor Sevvy Johnson (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje; Lost, Oz) por doble asesinato y, tras perder el control de su carrera, se mudó a Washington para disfrutar de una vida más tranquila. Ocho años después, Johnson es sospechoso de otro asesinato y Maya regresa a L.A. buscando una segunda oportunidad de hacer justicia. Completan el reparto Adam Rayner (Tyrant, Notorious), Merrin Dungey (Big Little Lies, The Resident), Breckin Meyer (Franklin & Bash, Garfield), Marc Blucas (Underground, Necessary Roughness), Mouzam Makkar (Champions, The Exorcist), Alex Saxon (The Fosters, Finding Carter) y Scott Cohen (Necessary Roughness, Gilmore Girls). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 18 de marzo

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The Village (NBC)

Nada que ver con la serie de BBC ni con la película de Shyamalan. Es un drama sobre un edificio de apartamentos cuyos vecinos han formado una familia. Protagonizada por Moran Atias (Tyrant, The Resident), Dominic Chianese (The Sopranos, The Good Wife), Warren Christie (Motive, The Resident), Frankie Faison (Banshee, The Wire), Jerod Haynes (Crisis), Daren Kagassof (The Secret Life of the American Teenager, Red Band Society), Michaela McManus (Aquarius, One Tree Hill), Lorraine Toussaint (Orange Is the New Black, Rosewood), Grace Van Dien (Greenhouse Academy), Nadine Nicole (Casual, The Expanse), Hailey Kilgore (Once On This Island), Guy Lockard y Katrina Lenk (The Good Fight, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel). Escrita por Mike Daniels (Sons of Anarchy, The Vampire Diaries). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 19 de marzo

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The Act (Hulu)

Fue anunciada como una antología true crime que centraría cada temporada en un caso. La primera trata sobre Dee Dee Blanchard (Patricia Arquette; Medium, Boyhood), una madre que hizo creer al mundo que su hija Gypsy (Joey King; Fargo, The Kissing Booth) padecía múltiples enfermedades. Gypsy trató de escapar de esta tóxica relación junto a Nick (Calum Worthy; Austin & Ally, American Vandal), un chico que conoció por Internet. Cuenta también con Chloë Sevigny (American Horror Story, Big Love) y AnnaSophia Robb (The Carrie Diaries, Mercy Street). Escrita por Nick Antosca (Channel Zero, Hannibal) y Michelle Dean y basada en el artículo de Buzzfeed de Dean. Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 20 de marzo

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The Perfectionists (Freeform)

Spin-off de Pretty Little Liars protagonizado por Alison (Sasha Pieterse) y Mona (Janel Parrish) en Beacon Heights, una ciudad en la que todo parece perfecto pero los secretos y mentiras de sus habitantes llevan al primer asesinato. El reparto está formado por Sofia Carson (Descendants, Famous in Love), Sydney Park (Instant Mom, The Walking Dead), Eli Brown, Chris Mason (Broadchurch, The Fades), Graeme Thomas King, Hayley Erin (General Hospital, Melissa & Joey), Jacques Colimon (The Society), Kelly Rutherford (Gossip Girl, Melrose Place), Noah Gray-Cabey (Heroes, Code Black), Evan Bittencourt (Chasing Life), Klea Scott (Intelligence, Pretty Little Liars), Garrett Wareing (A Better Place, Boychoir) y Phillip Rhys (Nightflyers, Nip/Tuck). Basada en la novela del mismo nombre, de Sara Shepard (2014) y creada tambi��n por I. Marlene King (Pretty Little Liars, Famous in Love). Escrita por Charlie Craig (Pretty Little Liars, The 100). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 20 de marzo

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Coisa Mais Linda (Netflix)

A principios de los años 60, durante el nacimiento de la bossa nova, Maria Luiza (Maria Casadevall), una mujer de familia conservadora de São Paulo, abre un club en Río de Janeiro tras desaparecer su marido con todo su dinero y cambia totalmente de vida acompañada de Ligia (Fernanda Vasconcellos), Adelia (Pathy Dejesus) y Thereza (Mel Lisboa). Creada por Heather Roth y Giuliano Cedroni (Outros Tempos). Ocho episodios. Estreno: 22 de marzo

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What We Do in the Shadows (FX)

Comedia estilo falso documental sobre tres vampiros que han sido compañeros de piso durante miles de años. Adaptación de la película de 2014 escrita, dirigida y protagonizada por Jamaine Clement (Flight of the Conchords) y Taika Waititi (Thor Ragnarok, Hunt for the Wilderpeople). La serie está escrita por Clement, dirigida por Waititi y protagonizada por Matt Berry (Toast of London), Kayvan Novak (Danger Mouse, Thunderbirds Are Go), Natasia Demetriou (Year Friends) y Harvey Guillen (The Thundermans, The Internship). Diez episodios. Estreno: 27 de marzo

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Abby's (NBC)

Abby's es el bar sin licencia que ha montado Abby (Natalie Morales; Parks and Recreation, Santa Clarita Diet) en el patio trasero de su casa, en San Diego, y es difícil ganarse un sitio en él pero conseguirlo significa ser ya como de la familia. Comedia producida por Mike Schur (The Good Place, Parks and Recreation), escrita por Josh Malmuth (New Girl, Superstore) y dirigida por Pamela Fryman (How I Met Your Mother, One Day at a Time). Protagonizan también Nelson Franklin (Veep, Black-ish), Kimia Behpoornia (Station 19), Jessica Chaffin (Zoey 101, Search Party), Leonard Ouzts (Master of None) y Neil Flynn (The Middle, Scrubs). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 28 de marzo

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Osmosis (Netflix)

Una nueva tecnología ayuda a la gente a encontrar a su alma gemela recopilando información directamente del cerebro. Pero encontrar el amor verdadero tiene un precio que hay que estar dispuesto a pagar. Varios jóvenes parisinos se ofrecen a probar la versión de prueba poniendo su destino en manos de la inteligencia artificial. Protagonizada por Hugo Becker (Baron Noir, Gossip Girl), Agathe Bonitzer (Belle Dormant), Stephane Pitti (Budapest), Gaël Kamilindi (22 minuty), Suzanne Rault-Balet (Philharmonia), Luna Silva, Manoel Dupont y Yuming Hey. Creada por Audrey Fouché (Les Revenants, Borgia). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 29 de marzo

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The Bay (ITV)

La detective Lisa Armstrong (Morven Christie; The A Word, Grantchester) investiga una desaparición en el pueblo costero de Morecambe. Está entrenada para apoyar a los familiares sin involucrarse emocionalmente, pero se da cuenta de que tiene una conexión personal que podría comprometer la investigación. Participan también Jonas Armstrong (Troy, Ripper Street), Tracie Bennett (Scott & Bailey, Coronation Street), Imogen King (Clique), Matthew McNulty (Misfits, The Terror), Lindsey Coulson (Funny Cow, Bulletproof), Chanel Cresswell (This Is England, Murdered for Being Different), Louis Greatorex (Safe, Last Tango in Halifax), Adam Long (Happy Valley, Peterloo), Daniel Ryan (Mount Pleasant, Black Sea) y Taheen Modak. Creada por Daragh Carville (Being Human, The Smoke). Seis episodios. Estreno: Aún sin fecha

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The Teacher (pt.8)

Susan removed her now wet, and shaky hand from the soggy inside of Amy’s schoolbag, only to discover that her hand was completely coated with blood. Thick, dark, brown & red, still wet blood. How did it get there? Amy had been dead for a week? And how hadn’t the police picked up on it? There had to be only one explanation - the blood had been put there after Susan had left the police station. Picking up the bloody jar from inside the bag that she had somehow missed, Susan cleaned up all of the blood out of Amy’s bag, not daring to speak a word of this to anyone. She decided to wash the jar, too, because she assumed that there wouldn’t be any more clues. However, whilst she was subconsciously washing the jar, she didn’t notice a small, soggy strip of folded paper fall out of the jar, and down the drain. It was a note directly addressed for Susan, and she was supposed to find it, but she didn’t. The note read;

“Susan Higginson,

I told you you wouldn’t get away with this Detective shit anymore. You little investigation is over.

Your time at Harvard is over.

Your time in life is almost over.”

Susan used the rest of the evening to ponder about how that blood may have got there, attempting to trace her every move.

***

She had stopped off at the corner shop to buy a large plastic bag for everything, however it was dark, so someone could have been following her and she wouldn’t have known. She had set the bag and all of Amy’s belongings aside for just one second. She then started a conversation with the strangely familiar looking cashier, who had long brown hair which appeared to be a wig. His face resembled Mr Andrews’ - even the purply tint from heavy drinking. Speaking of which, they both reeked of alcohol. Susan even remembered thinking ‘I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to drink on the job’ But the name badge, it didn’t match Stephen Andrews. It said... Daniel Shields... obviously he was trying to impersonate someone. Susan then thought back to the conversation.

“Did ya hear about the killer that’s going round killing law students? I heard he’s operating in multiple states right now,”

“Yeah, unfortunately, it’s been all over the news. How could anyone not hear about it? The last murder was a couple weeks ago, a girl named Amy Parker, was at Harvard. Since the Universities have both closed now, things seemed to have calmed down a bit.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Yale is still open, isn’t it?”

“It won’t be long before it closes. The headteacher is the same for Yale as Harvard and he travels. I have no doubt the area will remain safe,” She finished that sentence with a fake smile, unsuspecting of the fact this was Mr Andrews, until she looked back on it now...

“Here’s your receipt, Miss.” he said. Now this was the moment of opportunity for him to slip something in the bag. Susan was looking at her phone, telling her mom she would be home late. However, it seemed like the receipt wasn’t the only thing that was slipped into her bag...

On her way home, she carried the bag on her arm, and it did feel a bit heavier than what it did when she first arrived in the corner shop, although she put it down to the material, unsuspecting of the fact he slipped a jar in it, filled with Amy’s preserved blood, and a blank tissue as opposed to the receipt. And of course, the ominous warning note that Susan had received.

***

The next morning, Susan was awakened with a jump in shock, as a result of her mother calling loudly to her. “SUSIE! Get down here now, I need a serious word with you!!!”

Apprehensive, Susan shakily slipped on her slippers, and made her way cautiously down the stairs into the dining room, only to find her mother with one hand on her hip, and the other clutching a letter that was obviously from Harvard, holding it up high. “Can you explain this to me?!” She slammed the letter down on the kitchen table. Susan picked up her glasses and began to scrutinise the letter.

Dear Mrs Higginson,

I am writing to inform you that your daughter Susanne Higginson has been removed from Harvard University due to interference with private affairs. I am aware that she has had a rather difficult time in the past few months, especially since a peer unfortunately fell victim to the current state of affairs. Due to these unfortunate events, I have taken unprecedented actions and closed Harvard University.

As you are already aware, I am also the principal of Yale University in Connecticut, and students from Harvard have transferred there. Due to the recent exclusion of our daughter, she has not been present on the automatic enrollment list. That being said, if you are concerned about your daughter’s education and future, please do not hesitate to contact the American education authorities and work something out.

Yours sincerly,

Prof. Steven Andrews, Principal of Harvard University

“Interfering with private affairs - what’s he on about Susie?! If this is about Amy, then I told you to-“

“Stop playing Detective, I know! You’re not the only person who has said that to me. But no! I won’t stop playing Detective! You know why? Because I’m the only one who has clues!”

“But Susie-“

“No ‘but Susie’s’ either! I’m through with it! I’m done with all of everyone’s shit! Amy, Nicole and all of those other victims are still waiting for justice. Mr Blackburn is the killer and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to prove it!” Susan slammed the door, running away with the letter, off to the American Education office of Cambridge, hoping that they could sort something out at Yale for her. This was her last hope now. Mr Andrews and Mr Blackburn had jeopardised all of her other chances of catching them. Because Harvard was closed and there were no students left, they had no reason to be there, thus all the more reason to carry on murdering students up in the Connecticut University whilst Susan was out of the picture. In that letter to her mother, Mr Andrews had left Yale as an open option to Susan just so as not to make it obvious he wanted rid of her or whatever he may have insinuated with the whole “private affairs” statement. He was sucking up to her, and Susan did not appreciate it.

************

Susan was denied a place at Yale University, so she decided to continue with her degree at home. However, she made it her business to travel up to Connecticut whenever she could. She even stayed in a hotel there one night. That exact same night, she saw on the news...

“Breaking news, Channel 7. There has unfortunately been another murder and the victim was unfortunately a law student named Sally Claire, of whom attended Yale University. This has been our first murder up in Connecticut for a month, which makes us wonder, did the killer take a break? This has been addressed in the news, but warning goes out to all citizens, particularly Yale University law students, to watch your back. This may be unrelated, but the body has been examined by forensic pathologists and they have determined that the brutal methods of torture used on this individual match the killer’s methodical ways of killing the previous victims.”

Susan raised her eyebrows. This had been the first murder since Amy, which now dated back to a month ago. A lot had happened since then. Susan had since turned 19, she was way ahead of the national average on her degree, and was predicted to achieve a Grade A and possibly graduate early. She hadn’t seen Mr Blackburn or Mr Andrews since and ironically, there were had been no more murders. The news people were still blabbering on and on about the killer, though, as they thought he had gone into hiding, little did they know, he’d just moved, along with his partner in crime. Also, what was particularly disturbing about this murder case was the physical appearance of Sally Claire - the latest victim.

Brown hair, pigtails, braces, large glasses, pale as a ghost, slender, and dressed in very formal - almost masculine - attire. Susan could have sworn this was her doppelgänger. She wasn’t exactly the same as her, however she was eerily similar. Hopping on to the computer, she grabbed the first image of Sally she could find (unfortunately it happened to be from CNN, which she knew was fake news but she only wanted the image) and she proceeded to print it off, sticking it in her enquiry file that she had made especially for her own personal investigation into the murders. This folder included photographs of the victims (mostly photos of Amy) an autopsy report copy for each of the victims, news articles, and any information she could find from trustworthy news websites (which mind you, are virtually impossible to find nowadays).

After Susan had stuck in the photograph of Sally, she stuck a photograph of herself beside it. She chose the one in which made her look most like Sally, just so she could compare them both. There was virtually no difference. And it scared Susan, despite Mr Blackburn and Mr Andrews being oblivious to her secret trip to Connecticut, it seemed as though they had narrowed down her criteria.

Not only did they want to kill law students - they now were going after law students that looked like Susan Higginson.

***

When Sally’s autopsy report was published, of course Susan downloaded a copy.

Briefly glancing at her brown wristwatch, Susan threw on a green flannel shirt and some denim overalls before heading out, to the woods nearest Yale University. Upon getting there, she stumbled upon a pile of debris halfway down the public walkway. She knelt down and shuffled through it, hoping to find some kind of indication that something had been going on up here. There were several things; A wig, of a brown bowl cut hairstyle, a wallet, which contained the ID of Daniel Shields, (the photograph showed his hair resembling the wig) and a backback which appeared to be empty. Perhaps it was a mugging?

Name: Daniel Shields

Date of Birth: 17th January 1998

Occupation: Shop assistant at Thames St, Cambridge, MS, United States

Education status: Currently studying law at Yale University, previously Harvard

Current state: Connecticut

Susan came to an abrupt halt in her tracks when she heard yelling. However, it was too far away for her to comprehend what they were saying. However, she recognised two of the evil, booming voices as Mr Blackburn and Mr Andrews, who were now laughing sadistically. Frowning, Susan edged closer to where the shouting was coming from, and eventually could make out a series of desperate cries for help. Peering over the hill cautiously, she gasped in horror at the scene that was unfolding. There was a man who resembled Daniel Shields’ ID, who was tied up from behind, on his knees. In front of him was the purple-faced Mr Andrews, pointing a Glock .17 handgun at Daniel’s forehead. Behind Daniel was Mr Blackburn, with a large knife poised on his back, as if he was getting ready to stab him in the back (which sounds ironic in the circumstances).

Susan’s suspicions were confirmed now. She scrambled through her coat pocket and pulled out her phone. She knew this was an extremely fucked up thing to do and she felt guilty as sin, but she began filming. If she did not catch the perpetrators now, this video would be the only evidence she had in court. Whilst the video was recording, the conversation was as followed:

“I GAVE YOU MY DAMN ID AND WALLET?! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, MOTHERFUCKER?!” Daniel Shields begged, crying for mercy. However, this just seemed to aggravate Mr Andrews even more. “That’s Professor Andrews to you, you little bitch! You are a law student! You’re destined to grow up and be one of the greatest lawyers in all of America!” His volatile voice reeked of sarcasm. Mr Blackburn was the next one to pipe up. “We can’t let that happen! You’ll send a down to court for the minor, petty cries we’ve committed! We can’t let law students expose us like that! I’ve already done enough time in prison!”

“W-will you let me go if I promise not to say a word?” Daniel sniffed.

“Pfft. Letting you to is outta the question now, kid. We got you, and you’re gonna die. Just like Nicole, just like Amy, just like Sally, and just like in the future Susan Higgin-“

CRASH.

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To be continued...

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