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It was early yet late in the day. Just when the sun hit the surface of the horizon and Night quick on its steps. Some called it Twilight, Hawthorne called it the work hour. His shift always started outside his apartment in the rustic town of Nova Nona. It hadn't been long since he moved there though. Once a lowly father of the church, he left his faith and service to pursue a relationship with his current wife, A chef of the NightinGayle Club in La'To named Judith. She was a bright soul, much better then his dreary faith lifestyle and she had been fun, always full of energy and sunshine. It didn't take much persuasion from her to have him packing his bags in Nova Nona and settling with her in her home town of La'To where he worked as waiter in any joint. What he thought would be happily ever after ended tragically not even a year into their marriage. At the ripe age of 24, His wife had disappeared after getting off her late shift at the club, disappeared like the flick of a light switch. At first it was her at another one of her "Underground" markets, often she would go out for days hunting the best bargains on high quality foods and appliances or merchandise that she couldn't find in any store in the markets.
He had spent many nights looking for her after he didn't hear from her for a week straight. Fliers and the police, even resorting to ask the church who he had left to find his beloved. He stayed true to his faith though and never called upon the dark ones to aid him. Dark ones were the ones to watch for, sly and coy, they always seem out to make for contracts, especially in the desperate needs of human wants. His knowledge was that of a lowly father of the church, but at 26, Hawthorne knew more about demons and dark ones then most of the citizens of his society.
The thoughts of demons brought Hawthorne to his goal and job tonight, he had finished his actually work, waitering at one of the many restaurants of Nova Nona. Every night after his shifts, he had gone out in search of his wife, oddly enough back in his homeland and city. It was a small lead, a friend of a friend had called him in La'To, she spoke of a woman who looked exactly like Hawthorne's wife, Judith who roamed the streets just as the twilight hour fell in. It was why he was so adamant in his search, every hint was a closer step to finding her, even after a month of being in Nova Nona again had turned up nothing. He hiked his coat up, the collar flipped up to hide his ever frowning face. Ever since his wife had gone missing, he never let a smile fully on his lips, it just wasn't happy without Judith, his sunshine. As he took his first steps away from the apartment complex, he had that feeling again. Oh that shiver down his spine when something evil....or something unknown was around. It wasn't like he got them often, only every now and again when he walked out in the twilight hour. Foot steps joined his as he walked the blocks of the city, it wasn't a large town, people still milled around and a few were starting their nightly activities. But it always seemed that Hawthorne gained a shadow on his nightly walk, regardless of it happening once or twice of recent. He quickened his steps, so did the other. He slowed down, walking as slow as a turtle, the shadow did the same. Hawthorne could see him, in the corner of his eyes, just a figure that sent chills down his spine. He sighed loudly before stopping. The footsteps stopped with him and Hawthorne only waited the three seconds of awkward silence before flipping around. "What-" Hawthorne gaped as he saw nobody behind him, he hadn't imagined the sound of footsteps and the figure in his eyes. It was the same person who had been dogging him for the past few days on his walk! "What the devil! If your just following me around, I would rather you join me then trying to scare me. Or if your going to Mug me, be a man about it and attempt to get it over with" He grumbled before turning around, His eyes locked on that of a masked gentleman.
"Very well Sir, I will speak my words and then leave you be." The masked man said, amusement laced his deep voice. Hawthorne frowned, shocked he was but as a man, he wouldn't allow the other to see it before speaking up, tongue loosening from the surprise that tied it, how the heck had this guy gotten to the front of him?
"So your the one who has been following me eh? What it is you want now then?" Hawthorne crossed his arms, staring at the weird man. All he could tell as night fell in, was that the man wore a bright red masquerade like mask, feathers elegantly placed on the right side followed by a stream of beads and gold lining. The rest of his outfit was undecided as he was complete dressed in something dark enough to blend with the shadows of buildings and night time. Besides the mask, the only other distinguishing feature was bright blue eyes set in a pale face. They watched Hawthorne with amusement before flashing.
"It is my pleasure to invite you to a very...select company event Sir Hawthorne." The man bowed, before pulling a white finely decorated envelope from his chest area, how Hawthorne wasn't really sure seeing as he couldn't see the man's clothing anyways. "I am sorry that I was unable to deliver it to you sooner, but with the search for your wife and your walks, it was hard to catch you in....a good mood." The man snickered at his own private words before holding out the envelope to Hawthorne. "Be sure to have...the proper attire for the event Sir Hawthorne." The man tapped his mask before snickering again. Hawthorne frown deepened at the invitation before his hand reached out to grab it, looking to the finely printed letters and flipping it over to the sealed wax, running his finger over the emblem stamped into the red sealer.
"What the? How is it I was invited to this without even being in town since only a month ago? And how did you know about me and my Wife?!?" Hawthorne spoke more to himself but was more surprised when he didn't hear a reply from the man who had given him the letterhead. He looked up from the invitation to see his shadow follower had disappeared and left him standing alone on the street, talking to himself. "Just great, Wife is missing, crazy rumor of her being here, invited to a-" Hawthorne ripped the envelope open to see what event had graciously invited him to attend, "Masquerade and Auction? So that explains the.....mask he was wearing." Hawthorne sighed, his ever frowning face deepened. To waste a trip to event when he could be looking for his wife was out of his mind and yet, Judith had been one for secret societies and gala events. She had enjoyed a dangerous game of the underground scene, more then once he would find her in taboo dealings for higher food grade materials or for anything she desired in general. He tapped the invitation to his lips before frowning once more, Looks like he needed to find a mask and soon. This could be another clue to his wife.
 Pixie Nyxie · Sat Apr 23, 2011 @ 09:07am · 0 Comments |
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