As luck would have it, the stairs had not given way to lick of flame or the destruction of it's fire. Smoke was not heavy either, but the heat was near unbearable.
Monroe saw the fire, how it reached for every accelerant in the room. The air seemed to shift, weaving now calling to the Knight...
Refusal was at the tip of her tongue, but that quiet please drew her gaze to him.
He didn't look like a brute. Didn't look like much as he was thin and about the same height as her. Trevor didn't pose much threat, and yet there was something haunting in those eyes of his. She could have been...
She should have denied it, told Trevor he was dropped as a baby to even think that assumption so quickly, were it not for the piece he provided now set beside the clean signature. The swirls and loops, her eyes mapped every stretch of ink and could see the name come forth.
"Fuck me." She...
What they had uncovered was a small chest, unable to close due to how many letters were stuffed into it. Some parchment had been crumpled and folded carelessly, squashed and unruly, but Monroe had no hesitations in withdrawing the contents and spilling them onto the pristine floor between...
Monroe was there before the guard.
"Hells." Words Monroe would have echoed if her eyes had not looked about the room. It was a far better change of scene of the death and violence that hung in this home; disarray and neatness all in one room seemed to alight something in her.
"Disturbed...
"Fair point." Monroe murmured. She had seen her fair share of hysteria and chaos; the unknown always had a way of forming it's own monster.
The guards gave both Monroe and Trevor looks of disbelief, but the Knight met their stares unwavering. "If seeing a dead body makes you ill at the...
"Agreed." Monroe turned her stern gaze upon the other woman. Meredith looked nervous, as if she didn't know what to believe, but she made no move to go upstairs. Her eyes went to where blood had spilled by the fireplace and main work bench. Had she seen what they were fighting? Saw how Monroe...
She scowled as two strange faces appeared, stepping in and around Meredith like water flowing past a rock in the current. They closed in towards Monroe, still stood in the open threshold. Her arms crossed, and her eyes narrowed. Despite the right thing to do was alerting local authorities, it...
This was not the first time she had walked amongst the dead.
Every step she took, looking into the rooms and having her breath catch with surprise seeing another body, lifeless, Monroe felt as if she were the ghost that haunted this home. She felt like an intrusion, that she was alive with...
She looked down at herself with a severe frown. Her light jacket was stained beyond repair; blood painted all over her front, and with misfortune that she didn't button up meant her clothing beneath her layers had fallen victim.
"Fucking hell." She sighed, catching sight of her hand. That she...
Monroe snorted.
"Besides the fucking bodies it left behind? They look as if they have been ripped apart." But the man was right. Despite the urgency to follow and apprehend the creature, they also did not have time to waste. The bodies they will need to burn, and soon, but they needed clarity...
Monroe was unused to feeling panic. She could recall the few times it truly gripped her, had filled her with a weight of unease she was unable to push away. This moment, laying in blood thickened over hours of staining he floor and sticking to her as she moved her head to look at Trevor. Horror...
"Fuck!" Monroe cursed through gritted teeth. She sheathed one of her blades, the free hand reaching towards the flames. It answered to her, leaping towards her outstretched hand and curled around her wrist. It was a lick of a thing, a glowing ribbon that now surrendered to her.
She had...
You'll know when I am dead. She wanted to say, but those would be words she would keep to herself. Words that would burn inside her and remind her she was still alive and able to turn their fates. "Unfortunately for this fucker." She hissed through gritted teeth, her voice slowly regaining it's...
When she moved, Monroe let out little noise, as if she perhaps had a way of using the shroud to cover the fall of her boots and the creaks of flooring taking her weight. She did not move slowly and with grace, but where a dancer knew their sure steps, do did Monroe in finding things in the dark...
Inside was a pit of darkness.
Monroe was quick to follow Trevor, as if she had been trained to move as a unit of two for years now. Her hand had motioned for Meredith to wait, to keep her from harm's way until those capable saw to the interiors as clear. She had to trust that Trevor had a few...
Monroe snorted. "I renounced my nobility as soon as I could."
The square was nothing extraordinary, nor holding anything defining about it. Her nose scrunched, trying to think if she ever did see a sign of what this town was even called. "I came here because I needed somewhere to sleep...
Monroe's smile fell into a faintness, as if designed to make one wonder if she had even smiled at all when her face was not beholding them in a severe manner.
"We do." She affirmed, but turned to look ahead as she saw Meredith take the lead. That wasn't a bad idea, but something about that...
Monroe frowned, turning to the man. "Two of wh— oh."
Her frowned deepened.
The vegetarian had followed them, and Monroe had half a mind to walk ahead.
The woman rolled her eyes, just as Monroe had done earlier. "Meredith. I work in the haberdashery." She said, lifting her head high...
She eyed him up and down, figured he wasn't an idiot, and sighed before motioning with her hand that they should leave.
The woman, with the sorry excuse for choosing to have the diet of a rabbit, scoffed after them. "Everyone deserves a day off in their lives!"
Monroe rolled her eyes. "She...
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