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You woke up the next day feeling groggy and with a bit of a headache. Rubbing your eyes you looked around and found yourself in an unfamiliar room. Looking across the room you felt your cheeks redden at the sight of a portrait of you across the ways.
What happened...
You tried to remember how you got into this unfamiliar room and how you passed out. But the last thing you remember is sitting at the dining table with Alastor and Husk.
You looked around and your wheelchair was nowhere to be seen. Your brows pinched together and you began to grow worried. You couldn't remember how you passed out nor how you got into this room that you could only presume is Alastors.
Throwing your legs over the edge of the bed you furrowed your brows and wondered if you could stand. It wasn't even close to your healing date but maybe...
A loud thump rang through the room and you groaned while rubbing your cheek. Face planting on the floor was just the signal you needed to know that you were not ready to walk yet.
You look up and meet Alastors wide eyes. A blush of embarrassment fans across your cheeks and you smile softly,"Um...I fell." Alastor hurries towards you with a light frown on his lips,"How?",he inquires while lifting you up gently and placing you in the wheelchair at the doorframe.
You think of a lie off the top of your head,"I was trying to come find you. Anyways...why am I in here and...what happened last night?" You look up at him with curious and slightly worried eyes as he wheels you out if the room.
With a furrow of his brows Alastors usual smile spreads across his lips,"You don't remember?" You laugh lightly with a raising of your brows,"Well I wouldn't be asking if I knew."
Alastor had planned for this. As you were wheeled out of the room and down the hall you smell the faint scent of breakfast food. "Before we had a chance to eat you passed out suddenly, I think it may have been due to your lack of eating and being properly hydrated."
You're confused for a moment when he says this. I remember eating with Husk and Alastor...
"Wait that doesn't make sense I remember—" Alastor stops the chair abruptly and you feel chills run up your spine. He kneels down in front of you with a strange look on his tanned features.
Reaching up he gently cups your cheeks,"How does a walk outside sound? Its a bit cold outside but a lovely day nonetheless." Your eyes widen and you let out a soft gasp, a wide smile spreads across your face,"Really?..."
Alastor nods as he basks in the wide and warm smile that spreads across your face. He refrains from letting his hands shake on your warming cheeks and letting his smile fall.
He didn't realize how much you remembered.
But by the look on your face you didn't care too much about that now. Thats what he counted on. "Of course."
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"Now...I'm going to ask one more time!",Molly grins at the bloodied and bruised woman as she runs a hand through her long white locks, the black roots not exposed,"Where can we find ha?"
She looks up at Mollys soft eyes and then glances down to her clean white thigh high boots. Inhaling she spits out her blood and one tooth onto the womans heel. Molly blinks back and looks down at her heel with a loud laugh. "Oh now you've done it bitch.",snapping her fingers Arson steps forward and lands another punch to the short womans face.
She groans in pain, before Arson can land another brutal hit Angelo walks into the hotel room with a file in his hand.
"Seems you're a busy broad, Vagatha. I can see why you're a photographer for the famous broadcasting station. Or you were."
Angelo walks behind the brunette and grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. He lifts up the file and shakes it in front of her blood painted face,"Molly care to show Vagatha these photos we found in her suitcases?"
Molly steps forward and nods taking the file with a grin,"With pleasure." Opening the file Vagathas silver eyes watch as she begins to wave the photographs around with an angered look on her usual cheery features. "You were stalking (Y/N) and taking photos. And by the look a' her hair from a most recent picture it seems its been going on for a while...and...",Angelo looks to the copies that have streaks through them,"They're copies. So where are the originals and why were you stalking her?"
Vagatha's bottom lip quivers as she swallows down more of her own blood. Her olive skin is painted red and her dark hair is matted to her face. Tears, sweat, and blood drip down her round and soft features. "I told you—I can't...I can't tell you anything...",she chokes out while her silvery eyes look between all of the siblings.
Arson steps forward with a cigarette between his lips,"How about you start by tellin' us why not?"
Vagatha clenched her bruised eyes shut and a few tears slip down her cheeks. Inhaling deeply she swallows the lump forming in her throat,"He'll kill my family...he—he already killed my wife please I cannot lose my son..."
The siblings look between one another. Angelo let go of Vagatha's hair and Molly put away the photographs. Arson tossed down the cigarette and butt it out with his combat boot. Vagatha managed to hit their soft spots.
Their own mother passed a few years back. Their mother they cherished and the only person, aside from each other, to love them and shower them with endless warmth. They held a soft spot for mothers.
Molly places her hands on her hips as she looks over Vagathas face,"Your wife?...The socialite right? Charlotte Magne?" Vagathas bottom lip trembles and she nods while more tears roll down her cheeks. Molly looks to her brothers with furrowed brows, curling her finger in a "come here" motion she walks towards the other side of the room.
Angelo raises a brow in question. Molly crosses her arms with the file in her hand,"So we know for sure that she was snatched. And we could potentially find out who did it. But he killed Charlotte Magne. The most famous socialite in the entire country. That was three years ago. He got away with it."
Arson nods slowly while running a bloodied hand through his dark raven locks,"He must be one clever or powerful son of a bitch." Angelo seems to be in thought for once,"Probably both..." Molly shakes her head,"What do we do?"
Angelo looks to Vagatha and to his siblings. His heart ached yet he expertly hides it,"I've got this."
Walking towards Vagatha Angelo sighs,"You love your son?" Vagathas chest rises and falls with heavy breathes as her eyes look up at Angelo. She nods with quivering lips and hot tears.
"And we love our sister. We need our sister. I need my little sister."
Arson and Molly watch Angelo with uneasiness, his voice shakes and he reaches behind into his waistband. Pulling out a pistol he presses it against Vagathas forehead.
"So you either tell us who he is or I will kill you right here. Now I grew up without my mama and look how I turned out!",Molly steps forward with wide eyes. "Angelo—" "So you have five fuckin' seconds to give me a name or I will blow your goddamn brains out and mail your fuckin' head to your son.",he smacks away Mollys hand with a scoff. Vagathas eyes are wide and she shakes her head rapidly.
"Five..."
Arson pulls Molly back.
"Four..."
Vagathas heart pounds and races.
"Three..."
A tear slips down Angelos cheek and his finger pulls back the loader.
"Two..."
"Por favor! I don't know anything about him!",she screams out before Angelo can pull the trigger. Angelo looks down at her with narrowed eyes and cocks his head.
"The fucks that suppose to mean?",he sniffles quietly and she breathes out in relief when he lowers the gun.
“He—He um always wore really strange attire so I—I couldn’t tell anything about him! And-And he never—n-never told me his name or address. He picked up the photos and information I got.” Molly steps forward and narrows her eyes,”Tell us what you know and we’ll consider not smokin’ you.” Molly is gentle when she pushes down Angelo’s hand further.
Vagatha drops her head and weighs her options. She either dies here and her son is traumatized for life. Or she risks the murderous psychopath killing her and her son.
“I wasn’t the only one working with him...there were three others...”,she mumbles out while slowly lifting up her head and looking to the side. Arson snaps his fingers,”Well what are their names and where can we find ‘em?”
Vagathas aching jaw tightens and she inhales deeply to calm down and speak with clarity,”I only know two names, but there are three people, that I know of. Husk Romano and Nora Lorna. They call Nora “Niffty”.”
Molly pulls the pen from her voluminous locks and begins to write atop the file,”Where can we find them?”
Vagatha feels as if though she’s probably signed away her life,”Have you guys seen the dry-cleaners on forty-fifth street by the salon?” Arson is the first to nod and his siblings give him a surprised look. He shrugs,”I may not look like a drag-show but I keep myself well groomed, fuck off.”
Vagatha sighs heavily and nods,”There is a speakeasy under the dry-cleaners. Husk runs it and Niffty runs the front...they’re both there every night...” Molly feels relief fall on her heart as they finally have another lead.
Angelo furrows his brows,”You take the photographs and do the stalking...whadda those clowns do?”
Vagatha’s bottom lip trembles and she sniffles,”Husk...gets the body from the murderer...he takes them to Niffty and she assures they’ll never be found.” Vagatha begins to sob once more while shaking her head,”I’m so sorry...I needed to money—I needed the security...”
The trio shake their heads while thinking about this. What if you were dead...? What if you were being tortured or worse? Looking to Vagatha they all share a look and decide in just one glance.
“We’re going to let you go.”,Angelo says while Arson walks behind Vagatha and flips open a switchblade and cuts at the binds around her ankles. She gasps and her head whips up.
Angelo puts up his hand,”You won’t speak for the rest of the time. Here’s whats gonna happen. We’re going to give you five thousand dollars and two tickets wherever you want to go.” Her eyes are wide and mouth gaping as her numb legs are set free. But they don’t unbind her hands.
“But there’s one catch. We’ve gotta assure you never tell anotha soul...”,Arson pulls back her head by her hair and aims the knife at her eye,”We needa give you a bit of a...taste of how mean we can really be.”