Casket of Lights

Act 2 : Kiss & Chase

Rossé Lilybeth's POV

Maybe I was a killer for I have killed my own thoughts before it killed me. Maybe I was born to suffer as I faced the ever lasting pain of living. No matter how much I tried to be happy, there will always be the consequences. I pondered how I remembered those beautiful and painful memories inside my head. But it would remain in question whether I could handle to kill a person.

I yawned the moment I started to hear loud noises coming from the biddings from the auction. They were rich as hell. Why didn't they just give their money to the ones who really needs it?

I shut my eyes closed as I folded my arms into my chest. Minutes have passed when I almost fell into my chair when I heard Redhair yelled from the other line.

"I'm on the right wing," he yelled, making my soul almost jumped out of my body. "Target's moving, Ocean," he warned.

I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to kill this guy named Redwood. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "My name's not Ocean," I said, walking towards the target. I keened my eyes momentarily to Redhair as I saw him walked from the left part of the crowd, and added, "I am Rossé."

The corner of my lips curved into a frown as I saw him winked towards me. I rolled my eyes once again. I stopped when my eyes landed towards the blue haired guy I saw a while ago who stepped on my feet. I looked at him momentarily and I furrowed my brows. I let a sigh and continued walking.

"Alright, Ocean. Let's bring it on," I heard Redhair uttered with his jolly stern voice.

I let a sigh as I shook my head. I looked up as I saw a pair of black shoes stopped on my front. I saw a pair of hazelnut eyes, beaming with light as he extended his hand, offering cookies in a tray. I smiled at him as I grabbed the whole tray. His eyes widen as the corner of my lips smiled, and said, "Thank you."

I walked towards the target as I excused myself from the crowd. The busy chitchatting with the bidders and their friends, and soft classical music muffled into my ears, making me yawned in my place. I really need a beauty sleep.

This used to be my father's favorite leisure and my favorite type of genre. He used to play this while he was hitting on my mom, dancing from our balcony while flowers bloomed on my mother's garden.

I removed my thoughts and shook my head. "Y'all in your position?" I heard Stan said, blabbering from the other line.

I was about to take another bite when I heard Redhair laughed from the other line and uttered, "Copy."

He shifted towards me and added, "Ocean, I'm behind you."

I nodded as I dropped the half full cookies in the table of the dancers. I roamed my eyes and walked towards the server, who was serving glasses of water.

I heard Stan from the other line, clearing his throat and said, "Alright team, let's all ya' do it!" Different voices from the other line followed. I grabbed the bottle of glass from the server and smiled.

"I'm moving towards the target," I said before drinking the whole content from the glass. My face flushed red when I felt a sudden burn on my esophagus. I glanced back at the server and saw a bottle of wine...forty percent alcohol content.

How come I did not see this? Am I old enough to not notice this?

I blinked. I froze at my place when the lights immediately went out. I shook my head slightly and asked, "Wait! Who turned off the lights?" I roamed my eyes trying to search for a light. "I can't see him," I added, blinking several times, feeling dizzy all of the sudden. Tragic! The pathetic alcohol was kicking in.

Redhair said, "Turn on your glasses, baby."

I instantly snatched the glasses located from my legs as I walked straight ahead. I have not noticed; I was already bumping their shoulders. I fixed my glasses and turned the thermal scanner. The corner of my lips turned up as I saw the target, talking to a girl.

"We're still reviving the lights sir," one of the cops said, panting as if the signal was broken.

I rubbed my hands together quickly as the aircon pierced through my skin. I glanced at the temperature stating that the room was in sixteen degrees. I shook my head to removed the thoughts and walked towards Chuckie. My eyes creased when I saw the same exact figure I saw from a while ago, approaching the target.

I almost stumbled on my feet as I saw the target's face full of crossed engraved on his face. I covered my lips with my hand, trying not to scream. I recomposed myself as I let a sigh before I uttered, "Stan the Pisa, Chuckie's dead." My palms were sweaty, leaving my lips tremble for a while. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to held my composure. "I need a backup here," I added.

I heard Redhair from the other line and in his stern voice, he said, "Coming."

I crossed my arms, tapping my left foot as I gritted my teeth while I waited for him. "Where are you?" I asked, biting my lower lip, trying my best to calm.

"Forty-five degrees in your north, Ocean," he said, smiling from afar. I nodded as I walked towards the door of the exit. I propped my chin on my hand as I saw Redhair in front of me.

"Target Ace, walking towards ya' direction," Stan said, making me almost tripped from the wire.

I felt the hands of Redhair as he caught me on his arms. I thanked the heavens for this darkness as my face was flushing red.

"Execute Plan C proceed," Redhair said, increasing his voice a bit.

I furrowed my eyes on him as he grabbed my hand, walking away from the crowds.

My heart was pounding fast as confusion washed over my face, and uttered, "But we don't have Plan C." He was ahead of me, so I walked faster to level his pace. This pinewood Redhair guy and his guts.

"Yes," – He paused for a while, pointing towards the exit and in a stern voice, he said, – "Yes, we have." He looked at me while plastering a grin on his face.

I bit my lips as I stopped. He was walking ahead of me. My heart was panting, pounding so hard as if something was about to happen.

There was a brief moment of silence, but Stan broke it, bringing me back to my senses and he said, "Target Damon was on ya' right-wing exit."

My shoulders dropped when I saw Redhair waited for me in the darkest part of the exit. I inclined my head to check if it was really him. My eyes widen when he pulled me closer, pinning me on the wall. A loud screech muffled into my ears as he forcefully ripped the hem of my dress, almost showing my left thighs.

Can somebody save this Redhair away from his terrible deeds?

"Francis Redwood, this is not part of the plan," I mumbled as my chest rose, feeling the rapid breaths. He leaned closer to me, almost inches away from my face.

I think I'm going insane! Tragic! Perhaps this is my way to practice killing someone and my first victim is this pinewood.

I almost stumbled on my place when the corner of his lips curved a grin, making my face flushed in red. "This is now," in a playful voice, he said, making heart almost stopped for a while.

I went back to my senses when I heard Stan uttered, "Target Ace is approaching."

Heat and sweat rose from my body, warming me in all the right places. Unable to turn away, my eyes were held captive by his. One hand went under the hem of the long gown I am wearing, caressing my left leg.

"This is not part of the plan, Redhair." I whispered, trying to hold back my composure. Gaze penetrated through my soul as his hand wandered higher up my thigh. He started planting kissed from my neck up to my jawline.

Never been kissed, never been touched. And now I had to say goodbye.

"He's looking," I said, peeking towards the direction of Damon, who was busy inspecting us.

"Stay still," he said.

The remainder of his words were swallowed up as I moved my palm to the back of his head, pulling him close. It almost sent shivers to my spine.

What am I thinking? Maybe I'll try to check if my heart is still whole and beating.

My knees begun to wobble as his lips came down on me, hard, and hungry. To my surprise, I opened my mouth for him, and he was inside in an instant, his tongue advancing and retreating, slow and erotic. I slid my arm around his neck, willing him closer still.

"Moan my name baby," he said in between his kisses, "...moan."

I couldn't speak, so I simply nodded. The sweat from my temple started to drip down to my cheeks, making me flushed red. This is the very second worst-case scenario that I have ever encountered during my existence.

He stopped, levelling his lips into my ears, "Call my name." I shut my eyes momentarily to avoid his gaze.

If I continue to gaze further, the more I'll get suck from my deep thoughts. If I could continue to gaze further, the more chances that I would fall from his pathetic moves. And I would never let that happen.

"Redhair," I uttered, raising my voice a bit higher than usual, just enough to make Damon gazed towards us.

His lips left mine, skimming my jaw, moving up to my ear, tailing kisses down the length of my neck and said, "Not that, Ocean. Any call name." He bit my lips playfully as I pulled him closer, gripping at his hair with my arm.

Just be thankful that you're a detective or else, you're the first person I would kill instead of these four idiota.

"You're driving me insane," I hissed. The small act did something to my insides, as if there was a bomb that burst. His right hand slid up to my spine to support the back of my head slid up my spine to support the back of my head, his other arm remained on my thighs, pressing himself against me while his tongue continued its exploration- tasting, taunting, teasing. I could smell his rose scent that sent shivers in my spine.

I closed my eyes, trying to hold my temper as I recomposed myself, trying to hold back my anger. My nose crinkled when I smelled his rose scent once again.

These hormones coming out from my organs and glands, please cut it out.

"Baby, more!" I said, in between his kisses. I responded in return. My joints liquefied and my body grew hot. I moaned the moment Redhair's left arm slid up, towards my stomach.

"Pinewood," I said, biting his lower lip, as if saying 'stop' but he still continued to roam his hand.

This Redhair is getting into my nerves.

"Y'all kids stop. Ace is moving towards Stan," I heard Stan from the other line, so I pushed him hard. I raised my middle finger, but he just shrugged and shook his head.

A line between my brows, still fighting the urge to kill this pinewood. "You filthy Redwood!" I yelled, fixing my ripped dress.

He blew a sigh and removed his coat. "You didn't inform me that you have sweet lips," he said as he moved towards me, covering my legs with his coat.

"That was intense though," he whispered, grinning from ear to ear. "I almost lost my control," he added, snorting beside me while I just shook my head, panting as my heart was pounding fast.

"Ya' kids, I wish I didn't see all that," Stan said, laughing from the other line.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, calming myself. I hissed preventing the urge to punched Redhair on his face. I paused for a while, recomposing myself, "Me, too."

I knotted his coat around my waist as I scanned the surroundings. My eyebrows creased when I saw a familiar silhouette of a man, taking to a nun, dressed in white with a bible and a rosary from her hand.

"Where are you going?" Redhair asked, in a stern voice. I looked at him, biting my bottom lip.

My heart racing fast as I opened my mouth, still thinking if I would tell him. I let a soft sigh as I uttered, "I saw someone who reached the target first before I could."

I glanced back at him, darting my eyes but to my surprised, he vanished. "Where is he?" I heard Redhair asked. I furrowed my eyes towards the dark long pathway. I started to run towards the exit, as I have heard Redhair following me.

"Anyone seen a boy with a blue hair?" I asked, still looking for his shadow. I snapped my finger when I noticed that he was going to the parking. I removed my heels as I swiftly ran, hand on my chest.

"Wait for me!" I heard Redhair's footsteps and screamed behind me. I took a grip of my earpiece as it almost dropped from the floor. My eyes looked forth and sideways as I was searching for the blue haired guy.

"He's moving in the car," a voice from one of the cops said.

The parking lot was indeed spacious and huge. The color blacks and yellows made me feel so dizzy. The small sands from the floor pieced through my bare feet as I walked towards the area, making me winced every time I move.

"What car?" I asked, roaming my eyes around the area. My eyes widen when I saw a Lamborghini car navigating from the parking.

"Lamborghini blue with a skull on its tires," a cop said. I nodded as I gazed through the cctv on my left side, moving towards the direction of my face.

"I need a car," I uttered, cracking my knuckles. The corner of my eyes wrinkled as I gazed towards the surroundings. The corner of my lips curved into a grin when I saw a gray Lamborghini Miura, a hypercar, not far away from us.

"I'm coming, Ocean," Redhair said, still catching his breath.

My jaw went dropped. "Who owns this car?" I mumbled, panting. "Whoever owns this, must be the son of Billgates," I whispered as I raised my heels and broke the cars window.

I unlocked the door and climbed up, dusting off the broken glass from the seat. The corner of my eyes caught Redhair grinning and in a playful voice, he said, "Show me what you got."