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Jean-Francois
Legacy Name: Jean-Francois
The
Common Experiment #4423Owner: bobobobobob
Age: 15 years, 7 months, 1 week
Born: October 31st, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 5 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: December 28th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 10
- Health: 8
- HP: 0/8
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
François looked out of the window into the darkness. The hunt was over and yet the beast was not found. Of course not. The beast was safe in his cage, it would never randomly start attacking. He turned around because of a shadow moving behind him. His eyes glared at the room, but it was empty.
Outside of the room a girl named Valerie breathed heavily. Slowly she lurked back into the room with the still opened door. Francois was standing at the window, like before. She saw the moon framing his silhouette. She just couldn't stop looking. There was something about him, she just didn't know what it was. Something mysterious, strange...dangerous.
Francois lit a cigarette and continued to watch the darkness. It was winter and his breath studded the window. It had been four years now. Four years of a hide and seek game and he was still on the winning side. But was he? Really? He didn't know. Last year he was almost killed, his secret almost revealed. His sister was dead, murdered by himself because she turned him down. The two strangers, dead. And he was still here, commanding the beast.
He slowly moved away from the window, towards his desk. He sat down, put his left hand on his forehead. He felt that there was not much time left. One of the people the king had sent to Gevaudan was close to reveal the secret. He had to do something, anything. The brotherhood was in danger.
One hour later Valerie was going to bed, when she heard someone crying. It was heart-breaking. She took a candle with her and went after the sounds, when she ended up in front of François' room. A moment she hesitated, but then she knocked on the door and opened it. Two heartbeats later Valerie stepped into the room.
"Monsieur François?" She whispered into the dark of the room. The shadow of François moved at the desk and she shivered. His eyes where kind of glowing in the darkness and when he started to speak cold sweat ran down her back.
"Yes Valerie, what is it?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, but I heard noises from here and thought something happened. I'm really sorry. I will go now. Have a good night." She turned around and wanted to leave, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't leave." François' voice scared her, but she didn't leave. Instead she looked into his face.
He leaned towards her, so that his face was next to her ear and whispered: "When your heart gets ripped, Valerie, and you should remember this, then you won't be able to recover. Ever. I know you've been watching me. And I know what you are thinking." He slowly moved forward, causing Valerie to step back until she reached the wall, where she couldn't escape anymore. "Beasts are not always what they seem to be. Sometimes the beast is right in front of you and you can't see it..." He lifted his arm and touched his right shoulder, with a creepy look at his face. "You could not even imagine..." and he ripped his jacket and shirt off...
"Monsieur François! Please, you can't... I mean... please stop it." Valerie tried to escape, but François didn't let her. His face was weird, a little amused and a little insane, she just couldn't figure what he could be thinking.
"Has someone ever told you that you look exactly like my sister?" There was so much sadness in his voice, that it nearly broke her heart.
"Yes... I think so..." she whispered.
François came closer to her, leaning his face at her neck.
"So pretty..." his voice was almost unnoticeable as he slowly kissed her neck.