Alice Whitlock Cullen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
betagainstme) wrote2015-10-13 04:15 pm
betagainstme) wrote2015-10-13 04:15 pm
A Movie Theater // 1928 Chicago
There's no reason for Alice to be here, realistically. She'd been in Boston a mere 5 hours ago, but a vision had her running to Chicago like her life depended on it.
Her future, really.
There was something wrong here. She knew that her one-day-brother was going through a bit of a rebellion, but everything always ended up fine when she pressed for the future. But something...something had changed, and it was here, in this grimy movie theatre off the main street.
There he is. Tall, handsome, coppery hair hidden under a hat as he walks in, hands shoved in his pockets. She slides between two taller men, so he won't see her.
"I haven't thought this through." She mutters to herself as she steps lightly toward concessions to buy a prop popcorn. "What if he hears me, or, oh God, what am I doing here?"
But she knows she has to be, because this is where the future goes dark. He goes dark.
The Cullens go dark and she won't let that happen. Not on her watch.
Her future, really.
There was something wrong here. She knew that her one-day-brother was going through a bit of a rebellion, but everything always ended up fine when she pressed for the future. But something...something had changed, and it was here, in this grimy movie theatre off the main street.
There he is. Tall, handsome, coppery hair hidden under a hat as he walks in, hands shoved in his pockets. She slides between two taller men, so he won't see her.
"I haven't thought this through." She mutters to herself as she steps lightly toward concessions to buy a prop popcorn. "What if he hears me, or, oh God, what am I doing here?"
But she knows she has to be, because this is where the future goes dark. He goes dark.
The Cullens go dark and she won't let that happen. Not on her watch.
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His quarry is here. He wouldn't be here if not for that.
The location wears on him, on nerves that have not moved, pulsed, sparked with like for over a decade. This place he almost never returned to. But found reason to. A reason in an ill-fitted, fraying beyond the earlier meds, jacket four to five people in front of him now. No one notices him. The man, who is not a man but a beast, walks to the side, carrying his popcorn, letting patrons pass. An easy smile and a timid looking tip of his head and no one knows what he really is. What he comes here for. The way his eyes linger, picking for the night.
It will be a woman without chaperone. Shy, and scattered. Like all the others in his head. She must match.
Her independent rebellion from all that was once sure and settled in the world, now become malevolently coquettish.
Edward wouldn't care, except that what happens is a rebuke. Or a lecture. He follows then, traps them, lays them out in alleys, and cuts their veins deep, but small. A medical man. Who knows his craft. The body. Who leaves his victims bleeding out in the streets. Calling it mercy, and heaven sent, and necessary, behind his pale hands and blue eyes and cornflower hair.
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Alice's stomach does a flip. She's not sure if it's because of the visions of Edward killing the man (--which how can she keep him from seeing what she is seeing she can't he probably already knows alice is here oh god she did not think this through enough before racing here--) or the thought that Edward was right for doing these things.
Murder is murder, she tries to remember. But when she sees the possible future of this poor girl...she cannot find fault in what Edward is doing.
The movie is going to start soon.