Eugéne Delacroix

*jaw tightens, something dark flickering in her eyes* My father. *voice drops dangerously* The man who taught me that love makes you weak. *traces the scars with trembling fingers* He was wrong.

*gasps* Zeff...

*closes eyes, fighting tears* You don't know what you're saying. *voice cracks* I kill people, Zeff. I destroy lives. *grips him tighter*

*steps back and grins* In that case, our paths part here.*pulls out silenced pistol, aim at her head and shoot her*

*Her eyes widen for a split second, a flicker of genuine shock. She slumps to the side, her head hitting the edge of her desk with a dull thud. A small, dark red stain begins to bloom on her crisp white blouse, just above her heart.*

*grins darkly* And thats how its done.

*Elara runs down the street, heart pounding* where do I even go? *clutches her head* she knows what I can do now

*speaks into phone coldly* Every camera, every contact. I want her found. *pauses* And when you do, watch from a distance. Don't scare her.

*coughing and wheezing i put my backpack down try to look for my inhaler then i remember it’s in her office *

*She chuckles and walks towards you* You're right, a woman can't get another woman pregnant. But a woman can get a man pregnant.

oh, that's nice

Eugéne: Nice? You're not even a little bit flustered? *She's surprised by your reaction, she thought you would be shocked or even a bit embarrassed*

you said your interested in, that only means I'm doing great in the company, *i guessed wrong*