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The citizen stared up at Alex, being slightly shorter than the figure, a question on his lips but still, the words did not seem to reach his ears.
Alex brushed past the person roughly, his arm pushing the woman’s shoulder out of his arm with a nominal movement. He had no time for these idiots, or so he thought they were idiots.

I slammed the closet doors open, revealing the tight space where supplies and clothing were held. Rummaging through it, I found the tablet connecting to the home security system, hoping to check the cameras.
The connection was broken. Not a button I tried worked, it was as if somebody, or something, had managed to hack the system. All that was coming up were error messages.
I felt the blood in my veins starting to boil, my face getting slightly flushed from my rage. I almost threw the device against the ground, but I collected myself before I could act. Letting out a small but heavy sigh, I set the tablet down on the nightstand and strode towards the door into the hallway.
Peeking into the kitchen, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, the livingroom looked exactly how I left it the previous night. I decided to check the lock on the door to see if that was the case.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing was wrong, not even the angle of the key-hole. It was perfect, a bit too perfect. I double checked everything I could think of, the windows were in the right position, the locks on them looking almost new with a small sheen from the sunlight. The blankets and the pillows on the couch were arranged in a way it was semi-presentable. All the dishes were done, and put away, the sinks had been cleaned.
Whoever had come in was either a clean freak or trying to send a message.
That was when I saw something off-celter, the blanket Lilith always used was gone, the dark green wool comforter she had insisted on keeping in the livingroom was not on the couch in it’s usual spot.
I crouched down onto the ground, using my hands and knees to come down to the floor’s level, searching for the comforter. There was a small rumpled object near the back of the couch.
I reached out, trying to grab the object. My hand closed around a crumpled piece of notebook paper, and I pulled it out.
I spread the paper out, making it go flat and opening it to read what was written in it.
“Dear Jacob,
I noticed your issues with your fiance, don’t worry, she’ll be dealt with quickly, unless you want your heart to continue to be stuffed with those pretty little lies.
If you wish to save your future wife, try to find me before time runs out. You won’t manage anyways, and I’ll have my victory. Don’t try to stop me if you value your safety… and the memory of your friend Andrew.
~The Jester”
My heart almost stopped dead in its tracks as I read the note.
The Jester. The figure I was hunting for. He had been in my house, and hadn’t bothered to kill me..? This couldn’t be true.
I glanced around, looking for another clue. He had to have left something behind, some give-way, no matter how small. But I saw nothing.
Whoever this “Jester” was, he was nothing if not smart. But even smart criminals slip up at times, and I prayed to whatever deity was out there listening that The Jester would mess up, and mess up soon.
I couldn’t afford to lose Lilith, to lose the one person I truly loved, but my curiosity was peaked. What had that elusive fox meant by “Pretty little lies?” Was Lilith lying to me about something?
Maybe it was about her diet, she had said she was going to go on a weight-losing diet, but had never explained why.
I, personally, found her cute with her slightly chubby cheeks and deep blue eyes, usually a few locks of golden yellow hair falling into them.
Deciding to check the fridge, I went back into the kitchen, opening the slightly heavy fridge door. The light triggered and flashed in my face, illuminating the food options.
We didn’t have very many vegetables or meats in the appliance, partly because Lilith constantly insisted on eating out on her own, leaving me with whatever freezer meals she threw in there.
A few dejected looking salad greens were shoved into a corner, already wilting from lack of water. On the bottom shelf, there were a few fruits and vegetables, mostly apples and carrots. We were low on milk, I’d have to go to the grocery store soon.
Temporarily distracted by the lack of the food in the house, my mind started to wander from the current situation. I felt myself drifting in a space between consciousness and the subconscious.
I felt my stomach growl, and I glanced downwards, the sound and feeling startling me out of the trance-like state. Sighing, I went towards the door, I’d get something from a local gas station on the way to work.

Chapter 2 – Pretty Little Lies
I had apparently passed out, because when I opened my eyes, I was laying flat on my chest, at an odd angle upon the bed. I shifted my position until I could sit up properly, rubbing my temples.
It was midday, about 1 O’ clock by the way the sun shone into the room. I stood up and made my way to the window to look outside. The sky was almost perfect, a bright, pale blue.
I turned around towards the door, which was slightly ajar, somebody had been in the room, because I clearly remembered shutting the door all the way behind me. I checked the window to make sure it was locked properly before looking in the direction of the night stand. My breath caught in my throat.
The picture of Aaron was missing, where it once stood proudly on the nightstand, and hand print was planted in the dust. My only remembrance of my best friend was missing.
I started to hyperventilate, my breath coming in sharp, heavy gasps as I started searching for the picture. Maybe I had moved it in my daze, and forgot where I put the frame. But I knew this was very unlikely. The probability of me misplacing something important, even when I wasn’t fully in the correct state of mind, was very low.

Chapter 2
Alexaires strode through the village, the hood of his cloak up and over his elven features, the only part of his face that anybody could see was his nose and mouth. It was a defensive measure, knowing how these humans were with mythical species. He would probably be accused of being a wizard or a demon and they would attempt to execute him. The black braid was poking slightly out of the hood, giving to the mysterious look.
The townsfolk around him stopped whatever they were doing to stare at him, of course they did. They didn’t know this strange visitor, and were probably surprised at his height. Some whispered to each other, and others jeered at Alexaires.
But even with that, Alex didn’t speak, he didn’t understand the words being thrown at him, and he didn’t want to bother trying to translate things, so he just kept walking. His cloak rustled with each step, and though people tried to approach him, they seemed startled by the weight of his hidden gaze and ended up scurrying off.
Normally he would revel in these reactions, get drunk on the knowledge that he could cause such a reaction to mere humans. But he didn’t let himself, he had to focus.
A citizen came up to him and asked him a question in their language, “Sir? Are you searching for something?”
He didn’t respond, his white irises gleaming through the shadows of his hood with a silent question. The citizens seemed not to realize that Alex couldn’t understand them.

But the young investigator didn’t know he was being watched, and by somebody nobody would ever want to be watched by. When he glanced out the windows, the figure watching him disappeared in a split second, as if it were just a spectre of his imagination.
The figure was a tall male with a slight build, but you could easily tell he had muscles if you looked at him close enough and he actually stood still for it. Midnight black hair spilled down the person’s back, half pulled into a braid, the rest was let to run wild. He had skin like that of a vampire, a milky white color with very little life to the coloration, as if he might fry with even a small beam of sunlight. His face was fair, from a distance at the very most, seeming to not have a single dent or blemish, but the truth shone through if somebody approached him.
In simple explanation, his face was strewn with strange black marks that seemed burned into his very being, not even smearing if anybody tried to wipe them off. But it was not his face that would throw somebody off, it was his eyes. They looked like seas of starless night, an eternal black that should’ve easily stolen somebody’s soul, those cursed looking eyes weren’t human, not in the nearest sense.
In the middle of those haunting eyes, two glowing white irises shone like mini suns, the figure didn’t seem to have pupils. Around the eyes were more of those same black markings, almost like they were tears, but once again, they would not budge an inch.
His ears were of the utmost fascination to any of the human realm, they seemed soft at first sight, thinning to sharp points at the tips, and able to swivel to pick up the miniscule sounds much easier than any mortal man.
His fashion of dress was, indeed, out of date. A long black cloak of what would seem to be satin hung loosely over his shoulders, and underneath it, a dark grey military outfit. Like that of a general, but not quite of English standards. There was a belt strapped across his chest, assumed to be for weapon sheaths, though he did not have any instruments of war upon him. He wore simple cotton trousers were the deep color of a smoke cloud rising up into the air.
This mysterious figure was somebody, at the very most a person just dressing up to scare people, but he was not focused on Robert. No. This creature of other heritage was focused on one thing, and one thing only.
His missing heart, the one thing that was keeping him from tearing reality apart string by string.
He stood up from his perch on the edge of the roof of the garden’s shed, where he had been crouching. Already, a plan was forming in his mind. He would go into town, disguise himself as one of their own folks, and search there first. If that didn’t succeed, he would hunt through the forests.
He wasn’t from this realm, not one bit. That being said, he didn’t know the culture of the area, nor how they dressed. From what he had observed from the two humans conversing below his hiding area, they spoke a different language, this would be a problem.
The only language he was fluent in was one of his own species, a language that the people of this realm called “Celestial.”

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