Double Life: Wild Flower

A/N: I can´t remember if last time I called her house "Cristales house" or "Crystals house" -geez I hate when this happens to me- I get it for mixing languages ><

Well, I apologize if I made a mistake at naming it in this one

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“Bad people!” she thought as she huffed. Sure, at the beginning they were bad people. Karl showed her the faces in the news, he was always kind when she ‘helped´ him. In a year after that first time they moved out of the modest house to where he built the Crystals house, which had been her mother´s dream and that she´d made all the blueprints and sketches of every little detail. Nichole had been happy that even though her mom didn´t get to see the house she´d helped to make her dream come true, the downside of it all was the nightmares and the constant feeling of being a bad person. The “missions” as Tilly called them came more often, one every other week and sometimes one every week. She kept playing the part of the lost girl to the point that even an urban legend was created: the lost girl at lonely places. She was always scared and the feeling when they died scared her and made her let go too soon causing some of the victims to stay alive a little longer in time to go to the hospital and talk about the little lost girl but they usually died there on in the way to the hospital.

A few escaped at least for a while, once she was older and more trained in breaking into places, on how to sneak into people´s lives she was sent to them and they finally died, but they never knew it was the same person, she never thought they even suspected, she had changed so much, her face no longer showed emotions of fear or regret, those were buried deep in her mind.

As time went by, more houses and fancy things came. They, her father and her and her mother´s friend Celia, by then her nanny, were the only ones that lived in Crystals house while Tilly and all the torture stayed in the farthest side of the property. Nichole sighed audibly and the driver glanced through the rear mirror but he quickly looked away.  It made her remember the first time that she´d ridden in a car similar to this one, the man had looked at her concerned, she was scared to death yet she had already managed her rehearsed smile and intent glare, Tilly was all over her by then. 

She couldn´t comprehend how exactly her childhood had turned out like that, she´d been happy and she´d been like Camille, eavesdropping her father, being very curious. Nichole smiled fondly when she remembered her little sister. Back then she heard she was being sent away. She had been sad. She remembered being shocked and scared when the door of her father´s office swung open, his eyes widened and she had shied away but he had smiled and pull her gently into an embrace, he had picked her up and kissed her cheek, he had promised everything was going to be ok, that it was just a change so that she could be the best, that she was going to come home during the holidays and weekends and it was true for the first year but she´d gone home to Tilly and her training methods yet, at nights she could go back to the main house and have dinner like always but after the incident with her roommate nothing had been the same, her father was more and more distant until she started to go home to an empty house with only Celia and then once her father got married again she came home to an empty house and then she didn´t get to be at home anymore.

Nichole sighed quietly as the black car stopped. She got off and walked a couple of blocks. The streets were empty, the rain had almost stopped, there was only a light drizzle falling. Nichole found the house she was looking, jumped over the fence and with the key she´d received in the envelope she opened the door quietly locking it behind her and went upstairs, the house was dark.

She walked to the main room and found a couple sleeping. The man snored loudly and the woman had her back to him. Nichole walked to the window and opened it then she stood next to the bed and the monster caressed the woman´s face until her life had been stolen, after it she looked as peacefully as she´d been before. Nichole went out the window and closed it carefully, it all seemed the same inside the room but it was not, the monster had been there. Nichole jumped to the grass landing on her feet and then she walked slowly feeling the weight of another life on her shoulders. She got in the car, the driver glanced her quickly.

“Take me to Crystals house” she spoke to the man for the first time. His expression was shocked.

“I have orders to take you back to where I picked you” he wavered as he said this

“Take me to Crystals house, the distance from here to there is the same, no one will notice” she said calmly. The man seemed to consider it.

“I can´t disobey my orders”

“There won´t be consequences”

“I´m sorry…” he really seemed sorry

“Do as I say or there will be consequences right here, right now” she threated and smiled her trained and faked smile. The man stared at her, he opened his mouth to talk but no words came out. He obviously remembered his first encounter with her. “I´ll compensate your kindness and discretion” she softened her gaze, the man inhaled sharply not knowing what to do “Alé, take me to my home” she prompted and winced inwardly at her choice of words. “Allez, allez, Nicky, take me down” Tilly used to say to her when training in fighting skills, the monster was indeed Tilly Marchelly´s house. Nichole felt like crying or hitting something.

Philip, the driver had left her on the corner of the three acre property. Before she got off she handed the driver some bills kept together on a clip “Than you” she said sincerely and close the door. She waited until he left, she started to walk round the corner opposite to the main entrance, that side of the property was confused with the woods that sided two of the property’s ends, on one of the border of it there was a small stream that now due to the rain had gotten wider. Nichole followed the familiar stream up to where the stream was narrower and more shallow, she crossed walking over an ancient fallen tree and walked up the small hill that was that side of the property, after a few minutes she saw the hut where Tilly used to live and the place where she used to train, there were still ropes tied to trees that she still use to climb. On top of the hill where the property continued in one level was a stone wall that surrounded the rest of the place. She easily climbed over it to a well-kept orchard, she walked to the back of the house to the big white tree where her mother was buried, she sat and placed the single white wild lily that she´d picked before climbing the wall, it made no difference, her mother´s grave always had flowers. “I miss you mom” she whispered as the rain kept falling.