She was plucked from her home country in her early years, shipped off to begin a new life along the roads of Ketterdam. It was only natural to find trouble and danger lurking close behind her, whispering over her shoulder at every turn.
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Jacques stayed upstairs, pacing the length of the room nervously. She's convinced him not to follow her down, the old woman had hated him more than she hated her... it would be for the best.
Lucille had regretted the decision the second she saw Madame Duplantier standing before the counter, an evil smirk on her face, and a cuff in her hands.
Panic began to flood through her senses and her breathing shallowed, she could see the woman's mouth moving but she couldn't make out the words. A thick static was all that filled her mind as she desperately searched for an escape.
Jacques had finally settled in the room sitting on the edge of their flat mattress, when he heard the door downstairs slam shut. He bolted up to the window searching the streets for what—or who—had torn out of the building in such haste.
His heart stopped and he could feel his blood freeze at what he found below.
It was her.
Lucille was sprinting up the roads as fast as her little legs would allow while the rain continued to cascade down.
Even from three floors up, Jacques could hear the chilling sound of her pain-drenched screams echoing through the streets and bouncing off the brick walls. He didn't understand why she would choose to run out. He knew it was a dream of hers to go out in the rain, but he never thought she would actually go.
It was a chilling sight, it felt wrong, something was very, very wrong.
The door slammed again, but this time he saw Madame Duplantier slowly stalking down the streets after her, the telltale silver glint of a Frazen Cuff gleaming from within her fingertips.
His gaze bounced back to Lucille, who was beginning to slow from the intense pain and exhaustion.
Jacques needed to try and save her.
He sprinted down the stairs—almost slipping down a few in his rush—but by the time he reached them, it was too late.
Lucille was passed out in the middle of the waterlogged road, the Madame woman crouched over her, locking the cuff around her small, pale wrist.
Anger poured through his body, lighting his veins aflame, watching as the woman picked her up and slowly walked back to the house, extending the time spent in the elements. She wasn't being hasty at all, allowing the seven-year-old to be exposed to the rain fully and completely. Jacques swore he could even see the makings of a cruel smirk tugging at the edges of the housekeeper's lips, watching as Lucille's burns quickly became worse with each of her agonizingly slow steps.
He screamed at the woman, reaching for the girl he loved more than anything in the world. The young girl he took care of for longer than his own parents had taken care of him. Yelling and pleading for the woman to hurry, begging her to get inside faster. Asking why she would do such a thing, why she was allowing her to get hurt further.
The Madame gave only one simplistically cruel response to the hysteric boy as she passed him, a smirk proudly on her face.
"It was her choice to leave, she knew what would happen. She can suffer the consequences."
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kk, so i decided to get the rest of the pre-show chapters out now, and then i'll do updates every Saturday until i run out of premade chapters.
so that means there'll either be like a month and a half of scheduled content and then a break while i finish this up, or maybe i'll actually get my shit together during that time and finish this story so i can post every week till it's complete. we'll see... no promises
that's all for now, thank's for reading, it means the most!
