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⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉
Uh uh...
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❤️ Palavras: 1.322
❤️ Avisos: Acidente mortal, morte, sangue, machucado, descontrole, injustiça (por que é né),
Não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, NÃO!
É tudo um grande engano! Vocês não conseguem imaginar o que fizeram, com duas vidas inocentes. Perdi o grande amor da minha vida, e a culpa ainda caiu sobre mim, como se fosse algum tipo de 傻屄¹ (shǎ bī)!
Liu Yan era o amor da minha vida! Nós nos conhecemos quando ainda éramos crianças, na província de Taoyuan County, todos sempre diziam que nós estávamos destinados a ficar juntos. Nossas famílias sempre foram melhores amigas, o que significa que não há um dia na minha vida em que Yan não estivesse presente. Nós sabíamos que não tinha outra opção além de gostar um do outro, então apesar de levemente forçada, nossa amizade foi sincera desde o dia 01.
Íamos para a escola juntos, tínhamos o mesmo ciclo de amizades, e sempre contávamos tudo um para o outro, mas nada disso tinha despertado o amor entre nós. Bem, meu amor por ele, pois descobri anos depois, que Liu sempre me amou, mas eu era a cega.
Após uma viagem de 6 meses que fez, percebi falta que ele faz na minha vida quando ele não está. Os dias pareciam intermináveis, e o fuso horário em que ele estava, dificultou nossa comunicação quase interminável. E confesso que apesar de estar praticamente morrendo de saudades, apenas percebi meus sentimentos pelo moreno quando uma de nossas amigas se indagou se ele acharia seu amor no país em que estava.
O pensamento de ver Liu Yan, meu Liu Yan com outra pessoa, fazendo tudo o que sempre fizemos, não estando ao meu lado sempre, sem suas demonstrações de carinho, sem suas piadas sem graça...
No final, nos casamos, e como lua de mel, Yan quis me trazer para os Estados Unidos, lugar para onde ele tinha visitado por seis meses. E mesmo com a minha barreira linguística, acreditei em suas habilidades no idioma local, e no seu conhecimento sobre Chicago. Se pudesse, nunca teria vindo.
uh uh!
Nós tínhamos um cronograma perfeito, com o que faríamos naquele dia. Tudo perfeito. Mas enquanto andávamos por uma ponte, Liu percebeu que aquele lago estava completamente congelado, o que seria uma oportunidade excelente para patinarmos.
"Mas estamos sem patins" tentei ser racional, mas ele abriu seu sorriso animado, segurou meu rosto com ambas as mãos e me garantiu, olhando em meus olhos "Nada de ruim vai acontecer enquanto eu estiver aqui, 我的宝贝²! (Wǒ de bǎobèi)"
uh uh!
Liu então pegou minha mão e nos conduziu até o tal lado. Eu ainda estava muito incerta sobre a ideia, então fui a passos incertos até a beira do local. Fiquei ali parada enquanto via Yan deslizar despreocupado pela crosta de gelo.
"Yan, eu não acho que seja uma boa ideia...vamos embora, por favor!" peço sem coragem nenhuma de pisar no gelo, e tentando o convencer de sair dali. O arrepio que me subiu pela nuca, definitivamente não era do frio. "宝贝³(bǎobèi)! Nada vai acontecer! Olha pra mim!" e eu olhei. Mas desejei não ter visto.
Uh Uh!
Liu Yan para demonstrar que o gelo estava firme, tomou um impulso muito forte para pular e rodar no ar. Foi quando vi, na câmera lenta mais torturante da minha vida, ele se desequilibrar e cair de costas, batendo sua cabeça no gelo.
Eu então congelo por uns cinco segundos, que pareceram uma eternidade. Imediatamente o sangue que saia de sua cabeça, começou a se espalhar por toda aquela superfície molhada, criando linhas de sangue no gelo.
Não.
Quando olho em volta, não vejo ninguém que possa nos ajudar. Todos que passavam pela ponte, não estavam mais lá. Não tinha ninguém. Eu estava completamente sozinha, com o corpo de Liu Yan inconsciente e perdendo sangue muito rápido. Eu não tinha mais escolha, estava sendo obrigada a pisar no gelo, a chegar até ele para o ajudar. Mas fui impedida.
Uh Uh!
Eu os senti antes de os ouvir ou ver. Dois pares de braços muito fortes me seguraram firme em meu lugar quando finalmente ia até ele. Eram homens e me seguravam e balançavam muito forte, enquanto gritavam comigo, mas eu não entendia o que eles estavam falando. Apontei para Liu, tentando os fazer entender que deveria nos ajudar, mas tudo o que eu falava só fazia com que eles me apertassem mais forte. Olho mais uma vez, e vejo outros homens tirando Liu do gelo, e respiro aliviada.
Meu rosto se enche de lágrimas rapidamente, pensei que teríamos ajuda, pensei que eles o levariam para o hospital, que nos ajudariam, mas minhas crenças foram rapidamente provadas erradas.
Uh Uh!
"Você o matou!" Um dos homens que me segurava, me apertou mais, quando tentei chegar no meu marido, gritei de dor, mas ele não se importou nenhum pouco. Mais um homem gritou a mesma coisa para mim, mas não consegui compreender logo. Pisco então tentando clarear minha mente, e rosto das lágrimas.
Preciso dizer que não fiz nada, preciso dizer que foi um acidente!
"不! A-a-acidente!" Digo, apontando para o gelo e depois para o corpo repleto de pessoas envoltas. Meu Liu Yan. Tento mais uma vez chegar até ele, mas os homens continuavam a me apertar cada vez mais, ainda gritando. Eles não me entendiam e isso passou a me irritar. Eu só queria chegar até Liu, só queria o abraçar...
"Acidente! Acidente 二百五! Acidente!"
Começo os empurrar e arranhar para que me deixem chegar até meu marido, mas isso parece os deixar ainda mais raivosos. Liu Yan. Eu só queria chegar até ele, só queria o abraçar, e o relembrar que ele tinha que ficar bem, ele me prometeu. Prometeu!
Muitas pessoas começaram a se aproximar, comecei a pedir ajuda, desesperadamente. Eu só queria chegar até meu marido, era só isso. Eu não fiz nada, nada! Não podiam me negar chega perto do dele!
Uh Uh!
Mesmo comigo gritando profanidades aos ventos, implorando pra me ajudarem, nada os faziam me entender. Tudo o que eles faziam era gritar comigo, me balançar, me apertar e me levar pra longe dele. Eu estava ficando exausta, mas relaxei mais quando ouvi sirenes, e mais ainda, quando vi as autoridades chegando.
Mais uma vez tentei chegar até Liu Yan que ainda estava no chão, mas fui impedida. Fui obrigada a ver de longe, os socorristas chegarem até ele, tentar o reviver, e logo então o cobrir com um cobertor de alumínio. não.
Sou então agarrada por policiais, que continuavam a me balançar, acredito que eles estavam fazendo alguma pergunta, mas eu não os entendia, não conseguia compreender o que falavam. Só conseguia ver eles levarem o corpo sem vida do meu amor.
Fui então levada para uma delegacia, onde me fizeram milhares de perguntas. Só consegui entender quando perguntaram meu nome e idade, e acho que me entenderam, pois o homem carrancudo, anotou alguma coisa quando respondi. Ele fez mais perguntas, e as repetiu, mas minha resposta parecia não ser suficiente. "Acidente" e "Inocente" era tudo o que eu conseguia responder, o irritando cada vez mais.
Eu não fiz nada, Liu Yan caiu no gelo, e se tivessem tentado me entender e não me condenar, talvez ele ainda estivesse vivo. Agora eu teria que viver e morrer com uma sentença que não me cabia. Terei que morrer, sem Liu Yan envelhecendo comigo, sem poder o dar a família que tanto queríamos, sem nossos últimos momentos juntos.
Uh Uh...
(Glossário)
傻屄¹ (shǎ bī): Pelas minhas pesquisas além de significar "estúpido sistema de reprodução feminino", é um dos palavrões mais usados na China, e pode significar "vaca estúpida"
我的宝贝² (Wǒ de bǎobèi): Em Chinês, é traduzido por "meu querido" ou "minha querida".
宝贝³ (bǎobèi): Pode ser traduzido para, "querida(o)" ou "bebê" de modo romãntico
不 (Bù): significa "não"
二百五 (Èrbǎiwǔ): sua tradução literal é "250", mas é entendido como "pessoas tolas"
⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉
Cicero...
❤️ Capítulo: Cicero
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❤️ Avisos: Traição, marido tóxico, briga, Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, tiros, cigarros, sangue, morte.
Não seja tolo. Eu posso até ter gostado de Charlie, afinal, ele sabia bem como apreciar a grande estrela e mulher que sou... O problema, é que ele pensou que fosse uma boa ideia apreciar minha irmã. Como se ela fosse tão excelente como eu...
Cicero!
Eu soube que estava destinada a grandeza desde muito nova, mas tudo começou a levar grandes proporções quando fiz 15 anos. Sim, meu corpo já começara a se desenvolver mais do que das outras garotas, portanto chamava mais atenção dos garotos. Percebi que conseguia alguns favores, se usasse roupas mais reveladoras, e tenho que ser sincera, a sensação de poder que esses pequenos momentos me davam, eram indescritíveis!
Minha irmã, Verônica, não tinha um corpo voluptuoso, mas tinha carisma, charme, e também conseguia algumas coisas ao seu favor, apenas piscando seus belos olhos, e se inclinando levemente. Flertes básicos.
Nosso pai não era flor que de cheire, e nossa mãe não conhecíamos, então tive que começar a trabalhar cedo. Mas nenhum lugar queria uma garota de 15 com rum enorme decote e saias justas para trabalhar. Nenhum, menos o "Chicago's Fire Ball". Comecei por baixo, é claro, mas servir mesas não era pra mim. Então logo tratei de aprender a dançar como as mulher dali, aprendi a cantar, e aí trabalhei meu caminho até o palco.
Cicero!
Tive uma conversa com o dono do bar, e ele me garantiu que se Elô, a "chefe" das dançarinas aprovasse, eu poderia estar no palco. Foi então que tive uma brilhante ideia: o que pode ser melhor que uma eu, dançando? Duas 'eu'!
Naquele dia, voltei pra casa, fiz minha irmã minha cópia - uma versão menos de mim, mas ainda sim, semelhante o suficiente - e a ensinei uma das coreografias que decorei apenas de ver, adicionando acrobacias nas sequências. No dia seguinte, tínhamos um trabalho.
Naquele dia nasceu portanto, "As irmãs Kelly". Duas garotas perfeitas dançando como uma pessoa só. Éramos idênticas, tínhamos uma sincronia perfeita, flexíveis, e além de tudo, éramos gostosas. Ganhamos fama rápido, e então estávamos em todos os bares e clubes que nos chamassem. Dormimos com todos os homens (e até mulheres) até que conheci Charlie.
Cicero!
Charlie virou algum tipo de sócio e acessor. Ele era incrível! Gostoso, boa pinta, ambicioso, e o mais importante: era obcecado por mim. Sempre fazia comentários sobre como eu estava, e como gostaria de "me comer de jeito". É, eu gostava de ser apreciada como deveria.
Então fomos chamados para nos apresentar em um grande bar, e ficamos no hotel mais próximo, o Cícero, só até o show começar. Compramos bebida para comemorar, e ficamos no meu quarto.
Verônica trouxe alguns cigarros especiais, e estávamos aproveitando tudo ao máximo. Conversamos sobre tudo, o que era basicamente nada, para quem estivesse sóbrio, e Charlie deixava seus beijos e apalpadas, evidentes e atrevidas.
Ficamos sem gelo, e como todos sabemos, sou a verdadeira estrela, então deveria ficar ao menos um pouco mais sóbria que verônica, então me voluntariei para ir até o grande galpão atrás do prédio para pegar mais.
Vesti meu roupão e fui. Acabei por demorar um pouco mais que o esperado, pois um grupo de homens me encontrou no meu caminho, e veja bem, eles eram fãs! Não deveria os deixar chupando dedo, ao verem... bem, ao me verem! Os atendi com calma, ri charmosa, deixei que me tocassem discretamente, mas não deliberadamente, os convidei para ire assistirem no bar, e então segui para meu quarto.
Cicero!
Foi quando os encontrei. Charlie e Verônica estavam ensaiando um de nossos números, ao que parece, o número 17, a "águia invertida".
Enquanto Charlie estava sentado na cadeira, com as calças abaixadas, Verônica se equilibrava, com suas mãos nas coxas do homem, cabeça pra baixo, o chupando, enquanto mantinha suas pernas bem abertas, pra que ele pudesse também a chupar.
Cicero!
Dizer que perdi a cabeça é o mínimo. Bati a porta, e empurrei as pernas de verônica, a fazendo cair no chão.
"Que porra é essa?!" Cuspo incrédula. O balde com gelo que estava em minhas mãos, logo voou na direção dos dois, que tentavam se proteger, se cobrir e se segurar ao mesmo tempo, não conseguindo muito de nada.
"Calma Soyeon!" A vadia que divido o palco disse, tirando uma risada sarcástica de mim.
"Calma?! Há quanto tempo que vocês tão fodendo? Hã?!" Confesso que comecei a gritar enquanto jogava tudo que via pela frente nos dois.
"Nós nunca..." Charlie tento dizer, mas tava na cara que era mentira. Eles provavelmente seguiram a sequência de acrobacias, a ordem perfeita. Lembrei que ele carregava uma pistola pra 'nossa proteção', corro em direção da mesma, e assim que a pego de sua mala, aponto para os dois, que tentavam se proteger sem sucesso.
"Soyeon, pensa bem..." Mais uma vez minha irmã se pronuncia, com as mãos levantadas, mas ver sua saia caindo, me deu mais raiva que antes.
"Pensar? Pensa no que? Em como vocês dois estavam se fodendo pelas minhas costas esse tempo todo?!" indago, chocando, inclusive a mim mesma com minha calma exterior. Meu sangue fervia, mas minha mão se mantinha parada como uma rocha.
"Vocês se esquecem que eu criei vocês. Eu criei você." Olho para minha irmã antes de continuar a falar, já decidida do que era necessário fazer. "Fiz de você, uma cópia de mim. Uma cópia bem chula e menos gostosa de mim!" Solto uma risada sarcástica, vendo as lágrimas rolarem pelo rosto de minha irmã, e Charlie claramente calculando quanto tempo ele teria para sair dali.
Não muito.
"Eu sou a verdadeira atração! Sou eu quem eles querem!" Digo, destravando a arma, vendo ambos congelarem no lugar. "vocês sempre foram um atraso na minha vida. Espero que a fodinha tenha válido a pena."
Cicero!
Não sei quantas vezes atirei, mas sei que foi o suficiente pra sujar meu rosto, mais da metade do quarto, e ainda chamar atenção do hotel todo. Preciso ser rapidsa, então praticamente vôo para minha mala, socando todas as roupas que estavam pra fora, pra dentro, e escondendo a arma entre as peças. Visto um sobretudo por cima da roupa, e saio correndo do hotel e corro para o bar onde a apresentação iria... irá acontecer.
Nunca precisei de Verônica, e não vai ser agora que aquela fodida vai me passar pra trás.
Sigo andando, pegando alguns atalhos e becos. Quando chego, estou atrasada, então só posso esconder a mala e lavar as mãos com seus sangues e me apresentar.
Cicero!
Quando chego na coxia do bar, estou atrasada, e corro para poder subir no palco na deixa certa. É quando percebo minhas mãos escuras, sujas e grudentas.
Sangue. Na minha mão. Sangue de verônica e Charlie. Eles morreram. Eu os matei...
Não tenho tempo pra focar nisso, então subo no palco, e sou ainda mais sexy e gostosa do que nunca. O público está mais receptivo do que nunca, consigo sentir tudo. Mas é possível ouvir as sirenes - muitas sirenes - se aproximando do lugar. E eu soube que não teria mais tempo.
Aproveitei cada minuto daquela apresentação, e quando acabo, vejo os policiais entrarem pela porta da frente, e apontarem aquelas armas para mim. No fim, sou levada sob milhares de flashes de jornalistas que chegaram ao bar segundos depois, posso até ser presa, mas jamais perco um só momento sob os holofotes.
Cicero!
[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]
Acho que já chega de enrolação, qual seu nome?
Você não sabe meu nome bebê? Poxa assim vou ficar chateada...
Senhora, por favor, só me diga seu nome.
É Jeon Soyeon, bebê!
E qual a sua idade?
Mas meu Deus! Isso é algo que se pergunte para uma lady? Onde estão os seus modos?!
Sua idade, minha lady?
23, e se deixar esse seu sarcasmo de lado, nós podemos nos divertir, o que acha?
Senhora, por favor, se cubra. Enfim, Por que a senhora está sendo presa?
Por que atirei na minha irmã e no meu marido, mas não se preocupe, pra você sou inofensiva!
E qual foi a sua motivação da senhora?
Os dois acharam que é foi uma boa ideia me trair. Você acha que foi uma boa ideia eles foderem pelas minhas costas, bebê?
Tá, tudo bem...como a senhora de declara?
O que acha? Inocente. Eles deveriam saber melhor que isso!
⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉
Cicero
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❤️ Chapter: Cicero...
❤️ Words: 1.223
❤️ Warnings: fight, cursing, mention of sex, murder, blood, death
Do not be silly. I might even have liked Charlie, after all, he knew how to appreciate the great star and woman that I am… The problem is, he thought it was a good idea to appreciate my sister. As if she were as excellent as I am…
Cicero!
I knew I was destined for greatness from a very young age, but it all started to take on big proportions when I turned 15. Yes, my body had already started to develop more than other girls, so I attracted more attention from boys. I realized that I got some favors if I wore more revealing clothes, and I have to be honest, the feeling of power that these little moments gave me was indescribable!
My sister, Veronica, didn't have a voluptuous body, but she had charisma and charm, and she also managed a few things in her favor, just by blinking her beautiful eyes and leaning in slightly. Basic flirting.
Our father wasn't a flower that smelled, and our mother we didn't know, so I had to start working early. But no place wanted a 15-year-old girl with huge cleavage and tight skirts to work. None but "Chicago's Fire Ball". I started at the bottom, of course, but waiting tables just wasn't for me. So I soon learned to dance like the women there, I learned to sing, and then I worked my way up to the stage.
Cicero!
I had a conversation with the owner of the bar, and he assured me that if Elô, the "head" of the dancers, approved, I could be on stage. It was then that I had a brilliant idea: what could be better than me, dancing? Two 'I'!
That day, I came home, made my sister my copy - a lesser version of me, but still similar enough - and taught her one of the choreographies that I memorized just by looking at it, adding acrobatics in the sequences. The next day we had a job.
On that day, "The Kelly Sisters" was born. Two perfect girls dancing as one. We were identical, perfectly in sync, flexible, and on top of that, we were hot. We gained fame fast, and then we were in every bar and club that called us. We slept with every man (and even women) until I met Charlie.
Cicero!
Charlie became some kind of partner and adviser. He was amazing! Hot, good-looking, ambitious, and most importantly, he was obsessed with me. He always made comments about how I was doing, and how he would like to "fuck me right". Yeah, I liked being appreciated as I should.
So we were called to perform at a big bar, and we stayed at the nearest hotel, Cícero, just until the show started. We bought drinks to celebrate, and we stayed in my room.
Veronica brought out some specialty cigarettes, and we were making the most of it. We talked about everything, which was pretty much nothing for someone sober, and Charlie kept his kisses and groping blatant and sassy.
We ran out of ice, and as we all know, I'm the real star, so I should be at least a little soberer than Veronica, so I volunteered to go to the big shed behind the building to get some more.
I put on my robe and went. It ended up taking a little longer than expected, as a group of men met me on my way, and mind you, they were fans! I shouldn't leave them thumb-sucking when they see… well when they see me! I answered them calmly, I laughed charmingly, and I let them touch me discreetly, but not deliberately, I invited them to go watch at the bar, and then I went to my room.
Cicero!
That's when I found them. Charlie and Veronica were rehearsing one of our acts, apparently number 17, the "inverted eagle".
While Charlie was sitting in the chair, with his pants down, Veronica balanced herself, with her hands on the man's thighs, head down, sucking him, while keeping her legs wide open, so that he could also suck her.
Cicero!
To say I lost my mind is putting it mildly. I slammed the door, and pushed Veronica's legs, making her fall to the floor. "What the hell is that?!" I spit in disbelief. The ice bucket that was in my hands, soon flew towards the two, who were trying to protect themselves, cover themselves and hold on at the same time, not getting much of anything.
"Calm down Soyeon!" The bitch who shares the stage said, eliciting a snarky laugh from me.
"Calm down?! How long have you guys been fucking? Huh?!" I confess that I started screaming while throwing everything I saw ahead at the two.
"We've never…" Charlie tried to say, but it was obvious I was lying. They probably followed the stunt sequence, in the perfect order. I remembered that he carried a pistol for 'our protection', I run towards it, and as soon as I take it from his suitcase, I point it at the two, who are trying to protect themselves without success.
"Soyeon, think about it…" Once again my sister speaks, with her hands raised, but seeing her skirt falling, made me angrier than before.
"Think? Think about what? How you two were fucking behind my back this whole time?!" I ask, shocking even myself with my outward calm. My blood boiled, but my handheld was still like a rock.
"You forget that I created you. I created you." I look at my sister before continuing to speak, already deciding what needs to be done. "I made you a copy of me. A very nasty and less hot copy of me!" I let out a snarky laugh, seeing the tears roll down my sister's face, and Charlie calculating how long he had to get out of there.
Not a lot.
"I am the real attraction! I'm the one they want!" I say, unlocking the gun, watching them both freeze in place. "you've always been a setback in my life. I hope the fuck was worth it."
Cicero!
I don't know how many times I fired, but I know it was enough to get my face dirty, more than half of the room, and still draw attention from the whole hotel. I need to be quick, so I practically fly to my suitcase, stuffing all the clothes that were outside, and hiding the gun among the pieces. I put on an overcoat over my clothes, and I run out of the hotel and run to the bar where the performance was going to take place.
I never needed Veronica, and it won't be now that that fucker is going to pass me by.
I keep walking, taking some shortcuts and alleys. When I arrive, I'm late, so I can only hide the bag and wash my hands with their blood and introduce myself.
Cicero!
When I reach the backstage of the bar, I'm late, and I run so I can get on stage on cue. That's when I realize my hands are dark, dirty, and sticky.
Blood. In my hand. Veronica and Charlie's blood. They died. I killed them…
I don't have time to focus on that, so I get onstage, and I'm even sexier and hotter than ever. The audience is more receptive than ever, I can feel everything. But you can hear the sirens - lots of sirens - approaching the place. And I knew there was no more time.
I enjoyed every minute of that performance, and when I'm done, I see the cops walk in the front door, and they point those guns at me. In the end, I am taken under thousands of flashes of journalists who arrived at the bar seconds later, I may even be arrested, but I never lose a single moment under the spotlight.
Cicero!
[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]
I think that's enough rambling, what's your name?
Don't you know my name baby? Damn, I'm going to be upset…
Ma'am, please just tell me your name.
It's Jeon Soyeon, baby!
And how old are you?
But my God! Is that something you ask a lady? Where are your manners?!
Your age, my lady?
23, and if you put your sarcasm aside, we can have some fun, what do you think?
Ma'am, please cover up. Anyway, why are you being arrested?
Why I shot my sister and my husband, but don't worry, I'm harmless to you!
And what was your lady's motivation?
They both thought it was a good idea to cheat on me. Do you think it was a good idea for them to fuck behind my back, baby?
Okay, okay… how do you declare?
What do you think? Innocent. They should know better than that!
⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉
Cicero...
❤️ Chapter: Cicero...
❤️ Words: 1.223
❤️ Warnings: fight, cursing, mention of sex, sex, murder, blood, death, shooting, gun, shooting gun.
❤️A/N: Posting once again since tumblr hates me. But anyway, enjoy!
Do not be silly. I might even have liked Charlie, after all, he knew how to appreciate the great star and woman that I am… The problem is, he thought it was a good idea to appreciate my sister. As if she were as excellent as I am…
Cicero!
I knew I was destined for greatness from a very young age, but it all started to take on big proportions when I turned 15. Yes, my body had already started to develop more than other girls, so I attracted more attention from boys. I realized that I got some favors if I wore more revealing clothes, and I have to be honest, the feeling of power that these little moments gave me was indescribable!
My sister, Veronica, didn't have a voluptuous body, but she had charisma and charm, and she also managed a few things in her favor, just by blinking her beautiful eyes and leaning in slightly. Basic flirting.
Our father wasn't a flower that smelled, and our mother we didn't know, so I had to start working early. But no place wanted a 15-year-old girl with huge cleavage and tight skirts to work. None but "Chicago's Fire Ball". I started at the bottom, of course, but waiting tables just wasn't for me. So I soon learned to dance like the women there, I learned to sing, and then I worked my way up to the stage.
Cicero!
I had a conversation with the owner of the bar, and he assured me that if Elô, the "head" of the dancers, approved, I could be on stage. It was then that I had a brilliant idea: what could be better than one me, dancing? Two 'I'!
That day, I came home, made my sister my copy - a lesser version of me, but still similar enough - and taught her one of the choreographies that I memorized just by looking at it, adding acrobatics in the sequences. The next day we had a job.
On that day, "The Kelly Sisters" was born. Two perfect girls dancing as one. We were identical, perfectly in sync, flexible, and on top of that, we were hot. We gained fame fast, and then we were in every bar and club that called us. We slept with every man (and even women) until I met Charlie.
Cicero!
Charlie became some kind of partner and adviser. He was amazing! Hot, good-looking, ambitious, and most importantly, he was obsessed with me. He always made comments about how I was doing, and how he would like to "fuck me right". Yeah, I liked being appreciated as I should.
So we were called to perform at a big bar, and we stayed at the nearest hotel, Cícero, just until the show started. We bought drinks to celebrate, and we stayed in my room.
Veronica brought out some specialty cigarettes, and we were making the most of it. We talked about everything, which was pretty much nothing for someone sober, and Charlie kept his kisses and groping blatant and sassy.
We ran out of ice, and as we all know, I'm the real star, so I should be at least a little soberer than Veronica, so I volunteered to go to the big shed behind the building to get some more.
I put on my robe and went. It ended up taking a little longer than expected, as a group of men met me on my way, and mind you, they were fans! I shouldn't leave them thumb-sucking when they see… well when they see me! I answered them calmly, I laughed charmingly, and I let them touch me discreetly, but not deliberately, I invited them to go watch at the bar, and then I went to my room.
Cicero!
That's when I found them. Charlie and Veronica were rehearsing one of our acts, apparently number 17, the "inverted eagle".
While Charlie was sitting in the chair, with his pants down, Veronica balanced herself, with her hands on the man's thighs, head down, sucking him, while keeping her legs wide open, so that he could also suck her.
Cicero!
To say I lost my mind is putting it mildly. I slammed the door, and pushed Veronica's legs, making her fall to the floor.
"What the hell is that?!" I spit in disbelief. The ice bucket that was in my hands, soon flew towards the two, who were trying to protect themselves, cover themselves and hold on at the same time, not getting much of anything.
"Calm down Soyeon!" The bitch who shares the stage said, eliciting a snarky laugh from me.
"Calm down?! How long have you guys been fucking? Huh?!" I confess that I started screaming while throwing everything I saw ahead at the two.
"We've never…" Charlie tried to say, but it was obvious I was lying. They probably followed the stunt sequence, in the perfect order. I remembered that he carried a pistol for 'our protection', I run towards it, and as soon as I take it from his suitcase, I point it at the two, who are trying to protect themselves without success.
"Soyeon, think about it…" Once again my sister speaks, with her hands raised, but seeing her skirt falling, made me angrier than before.
"Think? Think about what? How you two were fucking behind my back this whole time?!" I ask, shocking even myself with my outward calm. My blood boiled, but my handheld was still like a rock.
"You forget that I created you. I created you." I look at my sister before continuing to speak, already deciding what needs to be done. "I made you a copy of me. A very nasty and less hot copy of me!" I let out a snarky laugh, seeing the tears roll down my sister's face, and Charlie calculating how long he had to get out of there.
Not a lot.
"I am the real attraction! I'm the one they want!" I say, unlocking the gun, watching them both freeze in place. "you've always been a setback in my life. I hope the fuck was worth it."
Cicero!
I don't know how many times I fired, but I know it was enough to get my face dirty, more than half of the room, and still draw attention from the whole hotel. I need to be quick, so I practically fly to my suitcase, stuffing all the clothes that were outside, and hiding the gun among the pieces. I put on an overcoat over my clothes, and I run out of the hotel and run to the bar where the performance was going to take place.
I never needed Veronica, and it won't be now that that fucker is going to pass me by.
I keep walking, taking some shortcuts and alleys. When I arrive, I'm late, so I can only hide the bag and wash my hands with their blood and introduce myself.
Cicero!
When I reach the backstage of the bar, I'm late, and I run so I can get on stage on cue. That's when I realize my hands are dark, dirty, and sticky.
Blood. In my hand. Veronica and Charlie's blood. They died. I killed them…
I don't have time to focus on that, so I get onstage, and I'm even sexier and hotter than ever. The audience is more receptive than ever, I can feel everything. But you can hear the sirens - lots of sirens - approaching the place. And I knew there was no more time.
I enjoyed every minute of that performance, and when I'm done, I see the cops walk in the front door, and they point those guns at me. In the end, I am taken under thousands of flashes of journalists who arrived at the bar seconds later, I may even be arrested, but I never lose a single moment under the spotlight.
Cicero!
[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]
I think that's enough rambling, what's your name?
Don't you know my name baby? Damn, I'm going to be upset…
Ma'am, please just tell me your name.
Jeon Soyeon, baby!
And how old are you?
But my God! Is that something you ask a lady? Where are your manners?!
Your age, my lady?
23, and if you put your sarcasm aside, we can have some fun, what do you think?
Ma'am, please cover up. Anyway, why are you being arrested?
Because I shot my sister and my husband, but don't worry, I'm harmless to you!
And what was your lady's motivation?
They both thought it was a good idea to cheat on me. Do you think it was a good idea for them to fuck behind my back, baby?
Okay, okay… how do you declare?
What do you think? Innocent. They should know better than that!
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Lipschitz!
❤️ Chapter: Lipschitz!
❤️ Palavras: 1.057
❤️ Warnings: Xingamentos, traição, menção de sexo, assassinato
Alvin Lipschitz é o homem perfeito! Desde o começo do nosso relacionamento, eu soube que era ele. Nós saímos em encontros, ele me mandava flores, cartões, me dedicava músicas... O Sr. Lipschitz sempre foi muito sensível.
Meus pais sempre o amaram, talvez mais do que eu. Então quando nos mudamos, minha vida virou um mar de rosas. Alvin fazia artes durante o dia, e cuidava da casa, por isso não se importava muito comigo trabalhando. Sempre que eu chegava em casa, além de ter tudo pronto para relaxar, ele sempre me fazia alguma surpresa especial.
Lipschitz!
Mas eu sabia também que as vezes ficar em casa, procurando inspiracao nas mesmas tintas e buracos na parede, era quase um martírio para ele, então não julgava, quando ele precisava de um ar, mesmo que de noite (e mesmo que ele voltasse fedendo a whisky depois).
Algumas semanas eram horríveis, Alvin ficava irritadiço, levemente agressivo e mal encostava em mim. Mas então, como num passe de mágica, ele voltava a ser o doce e apaixonante Alvin Lipschitz que amo e casei.
Tudo ia bem, até ouvir uma das minhas colegas conversando sobre um cara com quem sua prima tinha saído. Aparentemente ele era alto, moreno, boa pinta, e um artista, que gostava de se apresentar como L. A.
Não que fosse uma prova concreta de alguma coisa, mas seria muita coincidência de que um homem parecido com meu marido tivesse um encontro com uma mulher, justamente no dia em que ele não voltou pra casa no mesmo horário de sempre.
Tentei deixar aquilo de lado, mas continuei a tentar ouvir qualquer fofoca que ela contasse sobre o tal cara, e também tentava jogar pegadinhas para ver se algum caía, mas nada.
"Querida, se você tem alguma desconfiança, deve você mesma ir atrás disso!" Minha mãe murmura me servindo uma xícara de chá. Nós estávamos almoçando juntas no sábado, enquanto Alvin e papai saiam pra fazer não sei o que juntos. "Mas você acha mesmo que Alvin seria capaz de algo?"
"Não sei mamãe..." E realmente eu não sabia. Alvin era perfeito, como ela mesmo remarcou naquele dia, sempre me trazia presentes, lembrava das datas importantes, me apoiava, fazia surpresas românticas... Mas às vezes ele parecia ser perfeito de mais, e quantos homens "perfeitos" eu já não presenciei acabando com todas as suas relações perfeitas?!
"Acho melhor deixar pra lá, meu amor. Alvin é perfeito, e te ama, quase tanto quanto eu"
Eu deveria ter deixado pra lá.
Lipschitz!
Depois daquele final de semana, tudo voltou ao normal em casa, até Alvin ficar irritadiço mais uma vez. Dessa vez ele pintava um quadro de um bairro qualquer, sob o luar, com alguma silhuetas distorcidas. Sob minha visão ignorante, aquela pintura estava perfeita, mas de acordo com ele, ainda não estava perfeita o suficiente, não imprimia a impressão "da Chicago boêmia de 1920". Tudo por conta de uma matéria de jornal.
Naquela noite fui ainda mais solícita, sorri e o servi como nunca. A única diferença, foi que dessa vez tentei fazer com que ele ficasse, com a desculpa de que "meu corpo sentia sua falta", mas Alvin apenas sorriu acariciando meu rosto, me garantindo que iria me compensar no dia seguinte. E então ele se foi, porta a fora.
Vesti um sobretudo e então o segui, cuidadosamente, me lembrando de um guia que li essa semana.
Lipschitz!
A rua em que meu marido entrou, era a mesma que ele pintava, por isso foi tão fácil pra ele pintar o cenário. Até os carros estavam nos exatos mesmos lugares que no quadro. Idiota.
Não muito a frente, na mesma rua, um grupo de mulheres pouco vestidas se aproximaram dele, visivelmente e audivelmente se mostraram felizes em o ver. Me escondi atrás de um grande carro, escutando suas vozes esguaniçadas:
"Alvin querido! Por que sumiu?"
"Eu e minhas duas meninas aqui sentimos sua falta!"
"Ruth por favor, hoje ele vai matar as saudades comigo!"
Seus nomes aparentemente eram Ruth, Gladys e Rosemary. Eram bonitas, não podia negar, mas elas eram mulheres da vida. E Alvin era meu marido. Ele as respondia, claramente feliz com a atenção, mas não parou pra falar com elas. Naquele momento meu sangue gelou, será que entendi tudo errado? Não pode ser possível...
Na esquina, Alvin encontrou a silhueta de um homem, e ambos sorriram um para o outro, como amigos de longa data. Nesse momento senti que tinha duas opções: continuar a segui-lo; ou voltar para casa e viver em um estado de ambivalente, onde tudo o que sei é que meu marido veio até uma rua que pintava...
Continuei seu caminho.
Lipschitz!
Os dois homens se escondem nas sombras do bordel, e não demoro muito para perceber que estão se abraçando...e então se beijando.
Meu mundo para e roda. Estou vendo meu marido beijar outro homem. Alvin Lipschitz, que me jurou amor eterno, que me fez a mulher mais feliz do mundo, estava beijando outro homem.
Não penso em minhas próximas ações, quando dou por mim, estou andando em sua direção gritando seu nome, para chamar sua atenção.
Lipschitz!
Ao se virar, vejo a surpresa em seus olhos, e isso me trás ainda mais raiva. "Então é aqui que vem, para se achar?" Zombo dele, me aproximando. O empurro fortemente contra a parede, ainda gritando com ele.
Alvin me empurra contra um carro, me fazendo atingir uma janela, e a quebrando. Seguro um pedaço de vidro sob minha mão.
"Acho que entramos em uma divergência de opiniões, querido"
Digo antes de o atacar, cravando o vidro em seu pescoço, e pela quantidade de sangue voando, acertei sua jugular. O vejo se esmurrir em sangue, morrendo, como morreu meu amor.
Lipschitz!
[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]
A senhora deseja mais um lenço?...Tudo bem, nós vamos começar, seu nome?
Miyeon. Cho Miyeon.
Qual sua idade?
Tenho 25 anos
Por que a senhora foi presa?
Eu matei meu marido.
E qual a motivação da senhora?
Por que eu o amava de mais, mas ele me traía...e no final, nós tivemos visões divergentes...
Visões divergentes?
Ele se via um homem vivo, e eu, como um homem morto!
Tudo bem então... como a senhora de declara?
Inocente. Pode até ter sido um crime, mas um crime cometido pela paixão... Não é um crime, é?
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Julgamentos
❤️ Capítulo: Julgamentos
❤️Palavras: 343
❤️Avisos: Nenhum :)
Os anos 20 em Chicago foram repletos de jazz, fumaça e sangue. Hoje em dia, a história final dessas moças, terminaria de modo bem diferente, provavelmente elas seriam crucificadas não somente pela corte, mas também pela opinião pública, mas nós anos 20, as coisas eram diferentes...
É de se imaginar, que mesmo confessando seus crimes, elas fossem mulheres presas, mas elas eram mulheres inteligentes e entendiam, que se soubessem como fazer um show, estariam bem, no final das contas. No final, todas (ou quase todas, soberano muito bem como se aproveitar do sexismo da época.
Com o advogado correto, roupas puritanas, mas com decote e tamanho suficiente pra mostrar seus atributos, tudo o que o júri enxergava, eram espetáculos. Afinal, essas mulheres não seriam capazes de matar alguém de verdade, certo?
E mesmo que em sua maioria, fossem estrangeiras, e que a sociedade estadunidense da época, realmente não fossem os mais hospitaleiros, apenas uma das garotas acabou na forca. A falta de compreensão na comunicação, em todas as etapas, Shuhua foi declarada culpada.
Mas que crueldade! Que mundo injusto! A inocente, morta, cruelmente, enquanto verdadeiras milindrosas saiam com homens e mais homens aos seus pés!
Quanto a Soyeon, teve o melhor dos desfechos... Quando outra mulher foi presa, criaram uma inimizade, que logo se tornou parceria e amizade. Sedentas por fama e mais fama, criaram um espetáculo inteiro sobre suas histórias e passaram o resto de suas vidas, sob os holofotes, e todo o tipo de luxúria que o dinheiro poderia comprar.
As outras, não tinham muito a ganhar ficando onde estavam, portanto, algumas viajaram, se mudaram, e até se casaram novamente. Seguiram com suas vidas, como pessoas muito conhecidas (poderia até usar a palavra celebridade, mas não acredito que seja o termo mais adequado para a situação).
Portanto, te pergunto: a justiça é mesmo cega? Seriam essas mulheres erradas, por usar sua sensualidade e enganar os homens, em nome de sua liberdade? Até quando as mulheres serão vistas como indefesas? E por fim, seria a paixão, o sentimento mais mortal da humanidade?
F I M
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Judgements
❤️ Chapter: Judgements
❤️ Words: 1.658
❤️Warnings: none :)
The 1920s in Chicago were full of jazz, smoke and blood. Nowadays, the final story of these girls would end very differently, probably they would be crucified not only by the court, but also by public opinion, but in the 20s, things were different...
One would imagine that even though they confessed to their crimes, they were women in prison, but they were smart women and they understood that if they knew how to put on a show, they would be fine after all. In the end, all (or almost all) sovereign very well how to take advantage of the sexism of the time.
With the right lawyer, puritanical clothes but cleavage and size enough to show off her assets, all the jury saw was spectacle. After all, these women wouldn't be able to kill someone for real, would they?
And even though most of them were foreigners, and American society at the time really wasn't the most hospitable, only one of the girls ended up on the gallows. The lack of understanding in communication, at all stages, Shuhua was found guilty.
But what cruelty! What an unfair world! The innocent, killed, cruelly, while real milindrosas left with men and more men at their feet!
As for Soyeon, she had the best of outcomes... When another woman was arrested, they created an enmity, which soon became a partnership and friendship. Hungry for fame and more fame, they created an entire show around their stories and spent the rest of their lives, in the spotlight, and every kind of luxury that money could buy.
The others didn't have much to gain by staying where they were, so some traveled, moved, and even remarried. They went on with their lives, as well-known people (I could even use the word celebrity, but I don't think it's the most appropriate term for the situation).
Therefore, I ask you: is justice really blind? Would these women be wrong, for using their sensuality and deceiving men, in the name of their freedom? How long will women be seen as defenseless? And finally, would it be passion, the deadliest feeling of humanity?
THE END
I have some shocking news: I assumed Gidle! 🎉
Now, if you've seen my blog for a while, you can be confused "wasn't she already from the fandom?" And the funny thing is, no. I was just incredibly obsessed over them since the debut, but wasn't so shore about being in the fandom, but yeah, better late than never, I guess 😜
Atenção, tenho uma notícia chocante: acabei de assumir as Gidle! 🎉
Mas se vc já viu meu blog antes, deve se perguntar: "mas c já não era do fandom criatura?" E a parte engraçada, é que não. Eu sempre fui meio obcecada por elas desde o debut mas nunca tive coragem de assumir de fato... Mas aqui tô eu agr sknsk
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Whaatt I didn't know soyeon watches anime and she has the same type as me😭😭
Jeon Soyeon, the leader of a Korean girl group name (G)-IDLE, also a rapper and a record producer named her three characters with white hair which are her ideal type and Gojo Satoru is one of them❕
The video:
side note: i’ve planned to edit the promotional video of volume 26 with super lady instrumental as the bgm for quite a long time yet i still am not working on it so knowing about this drives me to do the edit as soon as possible 😌
Danganronpa: Elite Stars (Yandere) - Part 1
Y/N P.O.V
I Y/N, was selected to join the elite stars academy, a prestigious school that only accepts people with ultimate talents that will change society, the country and the world for betterment of mankind. I am the ultimate triple threat I started my career when I was 12 years old being in magazines and doing photoshoots for back to school uniform clothing and designer brands, which then in turn made my acting debut at 15 starring in the movie ‘Cherry Girl’ as a supporting role and soon doing bigger and bigger roles like playing as Lumi in ‘Colour Rush’ or Krystal in ‘Love Arcade’. Being a model and actress wasn’t enough at 16 I decided to make my solo debut with the album ‘Timeless’ that hit platinum winning several awards.
My parents were so proud of me their child accomplishing and living my dreams. My mother likes to brag to all her friends of what I am doing and my father’s friends children’s are fans of me. And now to enter the elite stars academy that guarantees me success, they almost died of a heart attack knowing all my hard work was being recognised. I know for a fact that I will be set for life.
Yet, I know my competition shall also be attending this school, my hands feel quite clammy as I stare at the tall building. That is welcoming the new students from attending their school.
I’ve heard of a few ultimates such as, the ultimate heir, ultimate influencer, ultimate song writer and the ultimate visual were the only one’s I were able to find out about through an online forum. Maybe all the other ultimates are part of the entertainment programme.
As I walk past the gates and enter the front door towards the reception to sign in to the classroom I see a few other students who seem to be waiting for an adult to tell them what to do. Some of them are sitting on the couch right in front of the sign in area others are standing as there are no seats left and one of them right below the T.V that is on the top corner of the room. All of them turn to as enter the room all looking at me with curiosity, excitement and hunger in their eyes to know which ultimate I am.
???: oh look there’s another ultimate
???: I was told that there would be fifteen of us and since there is fourteen of us now that makes this girl the fifteenth
???: well since we’re all here should we do introductions
???: yeah I guess your right girlie
The two of my peers are talking as of I’m not in the room, how rude they are. They could just introduce them the moment I entered. Oh well, is what it is.
???: ay, new girl that just entered the room you start of
Y/N: Me?
I point to myself with confusion, well we’re all technically new I’m assuming after hearing their conversation.
The boy nods.
???: yeah who else am I talking to
Y/N: Well I am Y/N, the ultimate triple threat. The ultimate triple threat as in modelling, movies and music you.
Jay: I’m Jay the ultimate heir to my father’s fashion business, you might of heard of it since your a model, it’s called Park Couture. The girl right next to me is Aisha she is the ultimate model, she’s actually done some runway work with my father’s designs
Aisha: It’s nice to meet Y/N, I hope we can become friends
I look at them up and down. The boy is very attractive for someone who really does not have a ultimate talent other than being born into a rich family, he gives off ‘imma bend my secretary over my desk and do the dirty, even if my wife knows she can’t do shit’. As for the girl she herself is really tall her legs make her look like she is 6’0 feet tall and her eyes look like that they are piercing my souls. I can only imagine what all the other ultimates look like.
The next boy stand up with two other boys coming over to me extending his hand out for a shake.
Yeonjun: And I’m Yeonjun the ultimate It Boy, you might of heard of me along with these other boys Taehyun here is the ultimate vocalist and the boy to my right is Beomgyu, the ultimate visual. We are part of the group TXT which stand for tomorrow by together. We are pretty popular. It be a bit embarrassing, if you didn’t.
OMG TXT MY FAVE BOY GROUP IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ATTENDING THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME. I WONDER IF WE ARE GOING TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS. I need to play it cool and chill, I don’t want them to think that I am a freak.
Y/N: Oh yeah I heard of you guys your music is pretty cool I’ve got some of your songs on my playlist
Beomgyu: Ayo we have a MOA with us cool
Taehyun: Not just that she is a famous MOA herself
Yeonjun: Not just famous but beautiful as well not many of our fans are as beautiful as you
You blush at his compliment as he gives a cocky grinning. Is he insulting his fans by calling them ugly
???: Alright since all the musical ultimates are introducing themselves I’ll guess will do the same
A small woman that speaks
Soyeon: I’m Soyeon the ultimate musical producer
Three other people stand next to her, I assume that those are part of the musical ultimates she was talking about.
Yoshi: I’m Yoshi, the ultimate song writer. It is a pleasure to be acquainted with you Y/N maybe we could work together sometime
Felix: Guess I’m next, I’m the ultimate rapper, the name is Felix
Damn that guys voice, I know him he’s a rapper a part of the boy group stray kids known for his deep ass vocals. Yet he has a cute face that does not even match with his vocal chords.
Gaeul: And I’m Gaeul, the ultimate dancer, I’m not musical related but I have choreographed a couple of dances for some solo artists and groups even featuring in some of their music videos as a dancer and being on stage as a performer
Damn no wonder why these people are called ultimates it is best I use that to my advantage and make connections with these people. You never know when they can be useful.
Y/N: Right well what about the rest of you
???: Seriously, you don’t know who I AM OF ALL PEOPLE
???: OR ME
???: oh please who would want to know you Wonyoung your like the cancer of the internet
Wonyoung: EXCUSE ME, TALKING TO THE PERSON WHO PLAYS GAMES FOR A LIVING
???: At least I can make a living of skills and talents not my looks
Wonyoung: Yeah well whatever, not like you even know me and as for you girlie I’m Wonyoung, the ultimate influencer, not just an influencer but I’m also a celebrity so feel blessed being in my presence
Y/N: Ok
Sakura: And I’m Sakura, the ultimate actress and unlike some people I’m ACTUALLY a celebrity. You must of heard of me I was in the soap called ‘Rosewood Empire’ the main character
Ahh, Sakura the ultimate actress I’ve seen her on T.V a couple of times a lot of the boys in my previous school had a crush on her and girls wanted to be her. She’s known for the soap she was on until it ended now doing big time Hollywood-esce movies were she is the face of every poster.
Y/N: oh no, I do know of you but I feel like it was best we give out formal introductions to each other as we are classmates. And you…
I turn my head to look at the boy
Heeseung: HEY THERE BEINGS AND ENTERTAINERS IT’S YPUR BOY HEESEUNG, THE ULTIMATE GAMER.
He shouts in an enthusiastic tone, showcasing a big bright smile at me.
Heeseung: That’s my intro whenever I do my streams, I play lots of games like horror, action and RPG to name a few. I’m known for having a million subscribers, I rose to fame pretty quickly within two months.
Heeseung, the ultimate gamer I know him I’m even a subscriber to his twitch streams, I enjoy his work a lot. He’s funny, good looking and has an infectious personality that has made many people drawn to him.
A woman who is sitting down speaks in a clear voice.
Miyeon: I’m Miyeon the ultimate host, you might of had your coffee early in the morning with me, on my show called ‘Coffee with Miyeon’, where we discuss fashion, food and gossip.
‘Coffee with Miyeon’ wow so original.
As I thought the introductions were done a good looking boy in the corner below the tv catchers my eyes.
I go up to him asking about himself.
Y/N: What about you? What is your name and talent?
Yeosang: I’m Yeosang, my ultimate talent I’d rather keep a secret. And now that everyone is hear I was informed by the receptionist to tell you people that we should collect our badgers that allow us to enter the room to head to our classroom
Wonyoung: That is so not fair we told you our talent
Yeonjun: If he doesn’t want to tell his talent he doesn’t want to tell us. He owes us nothing
Wonyoung: Yeah, well I bet his talent is shit
Sakura: Like yours
Yeosang: Well then let’s head to our class it’s on the ground floor it’s room 101
We past the doors to the reception room and head to our class filled with a weird tension as some people chat and other remain silent. The school itself is an ordinary school that is filled with the top ultimate students with their tilted, those people are well known for improving society with their talents. But, I do wonder what his talent is and why he would not even tell us. Maybe he is just feeling very shy. I guess I need him to open up to me. That’s going to take some time.
As we reach our room we open the door to see….
???: Ahhhhhhh
Danganronpa: Elite Stars (Yandere) - Part 2
Y/N P.O.V
???: Ahhhhhh
Yeonjun: Damn, what the fuck are you screaming about Sakura
Sakura: Th-th-there is....
Wonyoung: Seriously? Is this one of your stupid little ‘method acting’ practices or whatever. Grow the hell up!
Jay: Nah don't worry girl I'm here to protect you, lemme see what’s there
Jay: AYO WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
Y/N: Huh? What’s going on in there?
As we all walk into the room there is nothing that would prepare myself for what I had just witnessed.
Sakura: a DE-DEAD BODY AHHHHHHH
Beomgyu: No this is not real, IT JUST CAN’T BE I MEAN COME ON
Aisha: WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING
Everyone began to rage into a panic not knowing what to do in this situation, there was yelling, screaming and crying. The fear in our eyes are transfixed onto the mutilated body of the young girl, that seems to be our age. After all she is wearing Elite Stars Academy yellow uniform that makes it students look like little chicks.
???: Well Well Well, new students
Aisha: Huh? who's that?
Yeosang: It’s coming from the speakers
Aisha: OH
???: Now that I have your attention, it is a pleasure to meet you all
Y/N: A pleasure there is a dead body, call help right now
???: Hmmmm, dead body? Call Help? That ain’t no dead body
Yeonjun: What kind of sick joke is this?
???: Now now children this is no sick joke, but it is in fact a test you will have to do. This right here is actually a wax doll of one of our ex students that had unfortunately passed away. Her name is Shuhua, the ultimate... well that does not even matter.....
Y/N: What do you mean it does not matter?
Yoshi: Yeah and did she really die?
???: please do not interrupt mean whilst I am talking children. Firstly her ultimate talent does not matter as she barely spoke a word at all, not only that I think her peers would also agree as they have a strong hatred for her and secondly, yes she is dead. Whoever did this must have truly hated he-
Sakura: OH MY GOD
???: WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP I AM TALKING GOD DAMMIT!!!
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No one, nobody spoke a single word after hearing the person from the intercom shouting at us.
???: Listen to make this quick all your job is to investigate the crime scene and to figure out how she died... pretty simple right and then after that you will have class trial later. As for now, I will explain the rest when we meet in person. OH, HOW I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL.
Y/N: Did any of you lot notice that this person’s voice was very childlike
Beomgyu: Yeah, do you think it is a child
Yoshi: I highly doubt that, it could be a grown adult with a higher tone of voice. There is no way a child wouldn't be able to do such a thing
Jay: A-yo like Justin Bieber said, ‘never say never’
Y/N: Really?
Jay: Yeah, he really said that.
Sakura: Well, I’m going to go ahead and let you lot solve
Wonyoung: You know what I’m going to come with you just in case if you need some company
Jay: Yeah me too, you two ladies need a strong man to look out for heheheh… maybe we can become real close together
The three of them all decide to leave the room and I don’t blame them, I don’t even know what is going on right now. Everything is so confusing, but one thing that I do now is there is no point in trying to fight with whoever is in charge of the nightmare bullshit, as it will only hurt us. So, we might as well do as their told.
Y/N: So where do we begin?
Felix: You know what I’m a little bit busy I have a couple of works that I wanted the ultimate producer and ultimate song writer to look at. So, I suggest the three of us all leave and look at my work. Since us three ultimates can clearly make magic. What do you say?
Soyeon: Yeah sure but I want feature in your song if I’m producing
Yoshi: Me too I want a feature as well
Felix: Well let’s go… good luck everyone. I believe in you, I have no doubt in my mind you will be able to find out what happened to Shuhua
Y/N: Well I guess that leaves nine of us to figure out the case. Does anyone else wanna drop out.
Miyeon: No, this is something that we need to solve
Heeseung: I agree, this reminds of this game I played called the ‘Nancy Drew’ chronicles I highly recommend you check these games out they are really interesting
Y/N: I’ve checked out your streams I didn’t really know you played those type of games
Heeseung: I play those games off stream, as there are some games I like to play by myself without millions of people watching me some of them leaving some nasty comments and being trolls is something I have to deal with and I rather not when it comes to some games
Aisha: I understand it’s like me with modelling, I have to get used to people commenting on my looks and body to see if I am perfect for a photoshoot or a runaway. It doesn’t help when you have lots of people trying to enter the same workforce as you. Jealously is just ugly
Yeosang: I think we can all agree to this… but let’s not get sidetracked. Aisha, Heeseung, Miyeon, Beomgyu and Gaeul, why don’t you look for some clues around this room also make sure you check the outside of the room, just to be on the safe side
Gaeul: What would you be doing?
Yeosang: I’ll be with Yeonjun, Taehyun and Y/N examining the body
Beomgyu: Let’s go we all need to solve this case
The five other ultimates search the room for clues as we walk over towards the body, well I guess wax doll to examine what has happened to her or it… I dunno. Yet the first thing that catches my eye was a name tag with only her first name ‘Jihyo’ I wonder what ultimate talent she had. Jihyo must have been a victim from this psychopath that we just heard of the intercom.
Yeosang: She seems to have been choked to death
Yeonjun: How’d you know that?
Y/N: Pretty simple actually
The boys stare at you intently.
Y/N: Her neck has rope burns, pretty obvious that the murder weapon must have been a rope and her hands are on her neck. That means she was clearly trying to protect her windpipe from being damaged. It also means the killer was significantly much stronger than her so I doubt it would have been someone small.
Yeosang: Wow your not as dumb as you look
Y/N: Excuse me
As time passes when examining the body, that voice on the intercoms returns.
???: Well time is up everyone! I hope you have figured out enough clues to know what has happened to the victim. Now head to the bottom floor and go inside the elevator. That is where you all would be able to enter the trial room.
Taehyun: Trial room?
Soyeon (gidle) ♡
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