Part One, Chapter Five

"Wanna break into the museum for the fun of it?"

"Sure."

Jean Luc stared between them. Utter lunatics.

"Alright, Jean Luc. You're coming with us."

This friend of Lucinda seemed to be pretty nice. Jean Luc could remember Lucinda claiming it would be better for her friends to be left without incident about her near-death incident, but this Celie seemed to be an exception.

For her to visit Lucinda with a jacket in fear of her best friend getting sick in the rain showed Jean Luc that Celie was a great friend. Though, he was curious how she knew Lucinda would be laying in the road at the exact moment. She must do it often.

He was suddenly reminded of the invitation that was thrust into his hand. He could barely believe that Lucinda was a real person. Beautiful, but too wild for her own good.

"Will we get caught?"

Celie snickered. "You've been living with a genius. It's pretty insulting to think she'll get us caught."

Jean Luc glanced at Lucinda. Beautiful, wild and a bad influence. He found himself nodding at the foolish suggestion. He would never agree to such things, but he found himself curious to find out more of her antics.

--

Darrow, the third member of the crew of murderers with Raven behind Blake and Celie, pulled up before the cottage.

Raven knew breaking into a museum was mild and a tiny bit too boring, but she could not suggest something more dangerous with Jean Luc. If he was hesitant to enter a mere museum, he definitely would not agree to rob a house.

"You're like no one I've met before," Jean Luc told her. "No normal person would do what you do."

"That's your way of calling me strange?" Raven retorted.

"No, Lucinda. It's crazy, and I can't get used to the fact that someone like you exists. So carefree and fun."

A smile graced Raven's lips. The little flutter in her chest made a smarter part of her worry, but she pushed it away.

Then, as if he could not say anything else to top his earlier precious phrases, he added quietly, "You're a goddess."

She was called many things in her lifetime. Evil, cruel, a devil, and the nastiest remark that could escape a mouth. However, she was never called a goddess. Never.

With the way her heart pounded, the murderer knew she was fucked.

--

"Welcome to Dheeksha! I grew up here, in the tunnels."

"In here?" Jean Luc did not seem like he believed it.

He followed Raven as they walked beyond the darkness. They had their only source of light thanks to Celie.

"What's that?" Jean Luc asked after a few minutes of silence. He pointed to a black box, unattended at the side of a running sewer. The smell is horrible.

"A bomb," Celie replied as if it was nothing at all.

"Bomb?" he choked out as they strode past it.

"Domsville has many explosives under many of their buildings. They have their reasons, I think, but it's not wise, and the leaders might very well pay for it one day," Celie explained.

"How do you guys know this?"

Raven had been too careless and obvious, but she knew it was easier for Jean Luc to see her as who she was--an untamed girl with a difficult past who was fighting for herself. It was simpler. If she were to be someone she was not, he would see through her in an instant.

"We grew up together in the Dheeksha as orphans. We were taught how to survive by a man who passed away when we reached age ten. We were alone in the world for years. We were children, yet we managed to grow up," Raven said. Celie did not seem to mind that the information was given.

"Damn. I know Domsville is an underdeveloped, heartless place, and that kids are going through it even today, but the fact that you've been through that is unbelievable," Jean Luc said. "I hate this place. When I have enough cash to move out, afford a house and necessities, I'll do it instantly."

"Why do you think it's so unbelievable?" Celie asked.

"Lucinda's closet is filled with branded clothes."

Raven laughed, "We fought to the very top. The poorest can become rich."

Though, it took an absurd amount of effort. It took her shredding any good and guilt from her heart. She had to pick up stealing, fighting and killing to get to where she was today. It was either that or starve to death.

After a few familiar turns, the small group reached a rusty ladder.

"This reaches a forgotten emergency door into the museum," Raven stated before they ascended into the building where the most precious treasures of Domsville lay.

She glanced at Jean Luc as she reached the top, glimpsing the baffled expression plastered on his face. 'We're really doing this,' his face screamed.

"We're in!" Raven announced. "Now, there are a few rooms where we are to avoid. But, we can freely go into the nearest room to our right. This place is fun to trespass because of that room. No cameras and free snacks."

Blake made an absolute mess with the wrapper of the free candy when they first sneaked into the place. All while they discussed murder with the screen of Domsville's history playing in the background.

"I'm heading left. Enjoy yourselves," Celie said. Raven flashed her a thankful smile. Her best friend was not here to enjoy her time. Instead, she was willing to help scout the area for someone who might turn into the room. Celie mouthed, 'you owe me' before leaving.

Grinning, Raven reached for Jean Luc's hand and led him into the little movie room.