Between Broken Glass and Butterflies(Psychic Rpg)

"Uh...sure. She didn't seem like a crazy person but.." Heather was left debating if she made a mistake in her apparent new friend, definitely unsure of what to do.

Jack only needs to let it ring once, before the number on the other end picks up.

"Hey babe, did you get the jacket?" The woman's voice had a kind of casual vibe to it. Acting as if Jack already knew who she was and talking like they were a typical couple. It wasn't the only alarming thing either. Until now, he wasn't even aware it was possible, but his danger sense was in full effect just from listening to this girl on the phone. His hairs stood on end, a sudden dark chill running across his spine. She was dangerous.

 

Jack shuddered as he got a sense of danger from the girl on the other end. He put her on speaker so Heather could hear her too, '"Babe"? Angela is it? Yeah, I got the jacket... and that weird cylinder. Uhm, thanks for the gift, Angela, it's great and fits like a glove, but... who are you? How do you know me and why did you send me a gift?'

 

"Sounds good." Returning her own smile, he pulled off at a place that didn't look outwardly amazing, Robert reassuring the food is a lot better than decor would lead you to believe. If anything, he seemed genuinely surprised at Alexandra's friendliness like he wasn't seriously expecting it. When they got inside, the interior was considerably nice than the outer, though not a drastic improvement. Reading his senses did show that he was confident in his pick however. As they got themselves a table, things reached a bit of a lull as he debated what to say.

"I don't know. I guess, it's important to figure out if you really need them or they need you, right? A lot of people only care about something because they don't want other people to have it and end up doing a lot of rotten things thinking they're helping. If they're going to tell you, who you should or shouldn't hang around with, then..it might be too judgmental to say without knowing them, but people like that don't so much as give a crap about others, so much as just wanting things their way. They don't get better."

 

“Wh-well. I’m your girlfriend. Yeah, we don’t live together. Or go on dates. Or talk to each other...but we’re in love.” The absolute certainty in her voice, made Heather’s normally lightly bitchy face border on full rage mode, but realizing it was better to just let this apparent girlfriend talk instead of interrupting.

“Anyway, I was thinking we’d go to the amusement park today. I already had our vip spots reserved for a month, so we have to go today. Just got to take care of this first, dear. You really made a mess of things...I’m thinking that first, it should be Alexandra or Adel. Don’t you think they’re getting in the way of our love? Hey, who do you think I should start with?”

Heather had to bite into her sleeve to not make a sudden effort, seeming more mad at herself for not realizing this girl was just crazy before, looking at Jack hoping he had some idea what to do.

 

"I agree. You know, you're full of good advice." She laughs, enjoying his company, before looking a little ashamed. "You know, I initially only accepted your invitation to be nice, but I'm having a good time so far. Thanks, Robert. You're far better company than I thought. Sorry for doubting you."

 

'Wh-What? Girl, we never met. How could we be a couple? You're crazy!' Jack said, quite shocked, 'Have you been stalking me? You're not going to do anything to Alexandra or Adel, understand?'

 

"Honestly, stings a bit to know that. Doesn't matter. As long as you're enjoying yourself now." After the waiter comes back with the orders they placed and sets them down, his assertions about the food being much better are spot on, just from the sight and smell alone. He takes a bite of his and is clearly more than satisfied with it, chewing for a few moments then swallowing so he can talk again, having a bit of a guilty look on his own face, though Alexandra was already aware of what he was going to say.

"Truth be told, I kind of figured. But I'm far from perfect myself. I'm not going to say that I don't think you're gorgeous, but I really didn't drag you out here just to try making some shot at you. I just feel like that we could stand to get along with each other a little better, at least. We see each other pretty much everyday."

 

Digging into her own food, she smiles at Robert. "Well, if we're going to be friends, I think we should be honest with each other. Thank you for the compliment, I like to look after my body."

 

The sound of something hitting something can be heard on the other end.

"Care-ful, Jack. Sounds like you're saying we're breaking up..."

"Angela! What the fuck? You weren't such a psycho when we met." Heather unable to hold back not saying anything, is left staring at the phone as the speaker captures her shouting.

"Oh, hey Heather. Sorry, kind of thought Jack was alone. Would you mind giving us a minute?" Angela's voice doesn't seem in anyway deterred, staying in polite and casual tones.

"What? No. You're fucking crazy. Stay the fuck away from my brother!" Heather's big sister instincts were starting to come into full swing, much to Angela's amusement.

"Why do you think it's really up to either of you? You opened the box. You wouldn't have opened the box, if you didn't agree we were together. Jack, sweetie. Meet me later in the park. If we're going to get into a quarrel, it's better to do it in person than over the phone. I don't think you need to be told what'll happen if I see something I don't like there."

 

Jack sighed, 'I didn't see a contract on the box. You're damn mental... fine, I'll meet you in what park? There's like a hundred in this city.' As he waited for the answer, he looked to his sister with a completely weirded out look and took off the jacket.

 

"I guess you get told that a lot, huh? Only because it's true." The conversation started to dial back into more mundane work topics, Robert not trying to push it or make her uncomfortable. The rest of the conversation is mostly light, talking about which students they expect to see back in their class next year. It goes on for a while, until the sound of buzzing strikes Alexandra's phone. Taking a quick peek, the sender is from Felica's phone.

Don't respond, if you're busy. Just gonna keep you posted on what's happening. Adel said she couldn't find the box. False alarm?

 

She apologises to Robert. "Sorry, I have to respond to this quickly." Maybe it's not for me? I'm sorry to impose, but would it be possible to have her check Laya and Jack's places? I assume you guys know where they are. I'd really appreciate it.

"Sorry about that. While I have my phone out, why don't we swap numbers? We can catch up some time, when we don't have to rush to make it back before our next class."

 

"Summerside. The one where we first met." While she seemed to remember it nostalgically from the wistful sigh in her voice, Jack could only think of passing through that place before as a shortcut to the market district closest to where he lived. With the phone shutting off on the other end, Heather looked rightfully disturbed.

"She wasn't anything like that before...ugh. You aren't seriously going to go, are you? Let's just call the police on her. I think that one call was enough for like ninety life sentences." As far as Heather was concerned, this was still something that could be resolved through normal means. Heather stared at the jacket for a few moments after Jack threw it down. "For a crazy bitch, she has great fashion sense..."

"So, you should probably mention there's a fucking lunatic on the loose to the people she talked about. Alexandra...like Alexandra, your teacher, Alexandra? I didn't think you were serious before...when did you become such a..?" She was still in disbelief about it, but chose not to focus on that. "So apparently you got this whole Saw game shit going on, and you got women throwing themselves at you. You...you are my brother, right?"

 

Jack collapsed on his bed and threw his hands up, 'What the hell, why does this happen to me? Yeah, I should call the cops, but she hasn't done anything yet. I'm not sure what they can do but tell her to leave us alone? I need to confront that crazy girl... before she does something... drastic. I've seen the movies about crazy bitches. I don't want her to hurt Boots or something.'

He laughed, 'You tell me... things have been absolutely turned on its head since I woke up in the hospital yesterday. Thing is... I don't have either Alexandra or Adel's number, I can't even warn them. Maybe I should go to that bar where Adel works.'

He got up, 'Hey, uhm, thanks for looking out for me, sis. I know we don't see eye-to-eye most of the time, but... thanks, it means a lot to me. I'm really sorry for calling you a big titted, blonde bimbo sometimes.' He packed the jacket, the strange cylinder and the note back into the box.

[Boots is Heather's cat, called that because all his paws are white and looked like he's wearing white boots. ]

 

"That would be nice." He readily agrees to giving her the number for his phone as they start to make their way out and back to work. Phone buzzing again. He doesn't seem bothered, just laughing it off, oblivious to the situation. "Of course, you'd be popular."

"The boss doesn't make mistakes." They bit my head off for asking, but they figure they'll humor you to prove it. They say Laya barely matters, so if there's anyone it's going to it will be Jack. Also, Adel says she didn't break anything, but she did steal some coca cola in the fridge. On her way to Jack's.

As Alexandra read Felica's latest update, they had already made their way back to the car to make their return trip to school. Robert tried to just focus on the drive, but did have to curiously quirk his head over, but choosing to just leave Alexandra to her business.

 

"Bar? Wait, that Adel? She's the bitch who confiscated Amber's I.D. Not like getting kicked out of that place matters. It sucks anyway. That place is just old people and half the time, they don't even have anyone working the counter." Her sister had apparently met the assassin before, though under very different circumstances than her brother. Focusing back on the other things, Heather looked at the cylinder of black fluid, clearly curious of what it was for and wondering about everything else.

"Well...look. You are a loser, but I'm not letting this bitch bully my little brother. I'll fuck her up. She's just some crazy bitch anyway. What can she actually do?" Heather was certain about doing it,under the impression that Angela was probably just a regular person though completely out of her mind. Thinking about things more, she sighed.

"I'll kick her ass later. We should probably let that other bitch know, what's going on. I'll drive and you...I dunno. Think about what the fuck you got yourself into, I guess."

 

'You know Adel? Well, that's a surprise. Though I'm not surprised Amber tried to get alcohol with that fake ID of hers again.' He smiled at his sister, but did look concerned, 'I appreciate it, but you don't need to get involved, this is my mess, Heather. That girl might be more dangerous than you think. I know you won a few catfights in high school, but this may not be the time for that. I'm not sure we want to leave the place empty, what if she comes back to snoop around?'

 

"Thanks for lunch." As they park, Alexandra checks to make sure no students are aound to gossip, and gives Robert a kiss on the cheek. She heads out to her classroom to set up for the next class. When it's done, she heads to the staff bathroom, contacting Damien. Hey, I'm sorry for taking so long to get back to you. Look, I can't explain why, but I'm sure that he either knows, or is highly suspicious. I'm not saying that we break this off, but we have to tone it down, for both our sakes. I could lose my job, and you could lose half your assets in a divorce, so let's be careful, hey? Don't worry, I won't keep you entirely dry.

Alexandra lifts her turtleneck abover her chest, tugging down the cups of her bra to reveal her big breasts. She takes a selfie, and sends it to him, double checking that she's sending it to the right person. Remember, don't keep those on your phone or computer. Put them on an external hard drive, and keep them safe. Putting her clothes back in order, she sends a text back to thank Adel for the help. She goes into class, to work the rest of her shift.

 

"Mmm. Yeah, you're right. Wouldn't be good to just leave things alone here. But it would be faster if I could drive. Unless you want to try. Dad must have at least taught you how by now, right?" She obviously wasn't thrilled with the idea of him being separated from her, but wasn't really in a position to argue.

 

'You'd lend me your car? Now it's my turn to ask if you're my real sister, Heather,' Jack laughed, 'I have a liscence, just no car.'
Jack had an idea, 'I'll try something before we jump the gun.' He looked up the bar online and looked for a telephone number, calling it if he found one.