Re: Osez Marchez avec l’obscurité (Dare to Walk with Darkness)

[DC-Lover]

Osez marcher avec l’obscurité: Episode 7
Story and Characters by DC-Lover & The Atomic Punk
Bertrand’s rage filled him as he paced around his room. He had not slept since the events only eight hours prior. He was so close to taking one of his fathers closest’s men and one of the major players in the family. But he didn’t. He hesitated. Why?
“Why did I hesitate!” Bertrand asked the reflection in the mirror as it stared back almost mocking him.
He didn’t break eye contact with the man staring back as he grew silent.
“STOP MOCKING ME!” Bertrand shouted as his fist connected with the mirror.
Glass fell into the sink as well did blood, but Bertrand just stared. His rage quickly lessoned as pain came over his hand. Pulling it away from the mirror he examined his hand. That was so stupid. Punching a mirror just because he was worried was something an idiot would do. Someone like that monkey Audere.
“Yes…Yes its his fault..” Bertrand realised as he bandaged his hand.
“No..I could still use him. But then. When he has exhausted his uses…” Bertrand said smiling to himself as he finished the bandaging.
He would have to fight through the pain if he was hoping to continue using his knives. His thoughts were interrupted by a pounding at the door.
“Qu’est-ce que tu veux!” Bertrand shouted in impulse.
Slamming the bathroom door to avoid any questions about his broken mirror he approached the bedroom door.
“Bertrand…” A quiet recognisable voice came from behind the door.
Walking towards the door cautiously, he slowly opened it up to see Jean Michelle looking distressed.
“Cousin?” Bertrand said as he looked at his cousin who was wearing bandaged over his damaged eye.
The look of terror and shame on Jenny’s face was a picture worth remembering.It was as if Jean-Michelle had a long lost twin that shared none of his useful qualities.
“I need to talk to someone Bertie.” Jean-Michelle whimpered as he stepped into Bertrand’s room.
“So talk to Papa” Bertrand snapped not wanting to see the face that he was suppose to have killed earlier.
Hiding his hand behind his back Bertrand leaned against the wall so to avoid suspicion.
“I cant…Listen..its about…” Jean Michelle said as he looked at his feet.
Bertrand reached into the back-pocket of his trouser’s and ran his finger along his pocket knife.
“What are you here about cousin? Speak up.” Bertrand asked impatiently.
“I almost died tonight. I saw…Tenebre.” He said as he pulled out a cigarette with a shaking hands.
“He had another man with him…An acrobat of some kind. I don’t know who he is but he made Alex and Charles look like weaklings.” He took a deep drag of his smoke.
This was even better than killing Jean. Bertrand realised that he had broken Jean-Michelle. Now a shell of his former self, he will fall from Don Fournier’s good books. This was much better than having to sit through Jean’s Funeral.
He smiled at the Jean-Michelle as he smoked and explained what Tenebre had done to him.
“How did you survive?” Bertrand asked as if he didn’t resent the answer.
“His partner stopped him for some reason.” Jean Michelle said as he began to calm down.
“It was just so fast….I don’t know how it happened.” Jean Michelle explained as he pulled out another cigarette.
“He say anything to you?” Bertrand asked as he rubbed his blade.
“I don’t know…”He stood up looking serious.
“Are you sure?” Bertrand asked.
“It will come back to me. Just not yet.” Jean Michelle said as he paced around the room.
This would be the perfect time to slit Jeanny’s throat, but then he would have to explain why he did so. For now he would bide his time and wait.The look of terror and shame on Jenny’s bruised and swollen face was a picture worth remembering.

Francois walked down the street having only slept a few hours. He was now sitting in the park with his coffee watching the world go by once again.The warm sun shined down on Francois and the beauty of his surroundings, causing a scene of tranquility to Francois. So few people ever stopped to smell the rose’s these days and that was a shame for so many reasons. Then he spotted someone under a tree just across the path from him. It was the woman from the first night he was Audere. He got up and walked over to her. She was much prettier than he had recalled but he was sure it was her.
“Hello” he said as she raised her head from a book looking up nervous at her Francois.
“He…Hello” She responded timidly holding her book to her chest and looking at him from behind her reading glasses.
” Are you okay?” He asked her wondering how she was able to leave the house after the night she had.
“I am fine…Do I know you?” She said quietly.
Francois didn’t feel right leaving this girl alone. He decided to kill two birds with one stone and ask her out.
“Um..Maybe you can get to know me? Over dinner?” He asked as calmly as he could to settle her nerves.
“Oh…wow…Really?” She asked looking into her feet.
“Yeah..sure.” He said putting on a fake smile.
“Um…Is tonight good for you?” She asked blushing.
“Yes it is.” He smiled as she gave him her number.
“Andrea Swan. Beautiful name” He smiled as he walked away.