[The following roleplay is rated mature for possible scenarios that may include but are not limited to foul language, moderate violence, and mild romance. Reader discretion is advised.]
The faint stars over North Star Cemetery were twinkling brighter than usual. The song of silence was a comforting if not eerie melody. The night was still, though in the distance nearly 66,000 people made their home in Saint Cloud, Minnesota. Most were home, as well as they should have been just past eleven p.m. on a Tuesday in April. Some people couldn't sleep. Some people had more important needs to attend to.
Celestynn Zyskowski brushed her fingers against a pale marble gravestone. There was a red poppy at the grave, the national flower of Poland. The gravestone was carved and, in bold letters, read:
Ziven Aurum Zyskowski
Celly placed a dozen poppies by the thirteen-year-old's grave and bowed a bit. She mumbled a few words and before long she was off, headed home for what might have been the last time in her life.
When Celestynn got home her mother was asleep. She wrote her a note so the woman wouldn't worry and, with the bag she'd spent days packing and the car keys to her car, she pulled her hood over her head and headed out the door.
She was out to Le Mars, a place she'd been frequenting for a while now. The stalking was over, now. She knew enough about him to execute her plan. She knew everything she needed to know and probably more. This would go down beautifully.
At least, that's what she hoped.
Celly wasn't as confident as she looked. Her bright grey eyes sparkled in her rearview mirror but her hands were shaking. What if she got caught? What if it didn't work? What if the boy-this Benjamin-what if he died before she could finish? No, she needed him alive. There was no way he could die. He wouldn't fight back. Even if he did, she had enough to back herself up. For example, she had a can of mace in the pocket of her jacket, a switchblade in the pocket of her jeans, and a .45 Beretta, hidden away for just this occasion. No, there was no way she could fail.
She drove through the night, arriving in Le Mars at little after five a.m. She wouldn't go yet; he and his family would surely be asleep. She could wait.
In the meantime, all her thoughts would eat her alive. You're ruining your life, a voice in her head told her. You're tearing his family apart. You'll traumatize him for life. Is it worth is, Celestynn? Is it worth it?
Of course it was worth it. She'd been preparing for this for weeks now; she was as prepared as she'd ever be.
Celestynn continued her drive around the city, memorizing the city she had mentally mapped about a dozen times over. When her hands started shaking too badly, she parked the car and watched the sun rise.
Why was she such a nervous wreck? She'd been such a collected girl, up until the death of Ziven. Or perhaps, rather, it was the death of her father that had really put the icing on the cake and the shaking in her hands. It seemed a lot of things were ruined by the two deaths in the family. Ziven was to blame for making her such a nervous wreck. Before his death, she never would have dreamt of kidnapping a boy. But, here she was. Waiting in her car before the sun even rose, mentally preparing herself to ruin her life, and the life of a little boy she'd never met.