NightingaleSometimes Nicolas likes to come and watch Alex sing. He can’t explain why he does it or even if he likes it but he still does it anyway. He would lean against the wall and look directly at her burning her image into his mind. He thinks that she is glowing when the spotlight hits her, That she looks damn right shinning under the light where she belongs. He noticed that she pauses when she sees he is in the room. Its a short pause so no one else notices but he does. She then smiles slightly and closes her eyes for a moment before she starts singing again. This time she is singing a little slower. Forming the words more carefully with her mouth making sure he can properly read her lips. Nicolas can’t hear Alex singing but he does likes to watch her sing.
Doppelganger- Chapter 1: The Grim Reaper They say there is a killer on the loose. He is the type of killer who sees his victims as form of art. He cuts them up and puts them on display, side by side, with another victim with the exact same face. This is his art, his message to the world that he is here and he could be coming for you next.
Alex Benedetto was never the type to believe the rumors about serial killers in the local area. Most of the time it was an old fool looking for attention or mob movement. To put it bunt, it was things she didn’t want to get involved with. Her life was already handful as she just seemed to be swaying into problem after problem. Even at the age 24, Alex could clearly see that she was never going to experience ‘true happiness.’
She looked up at the night sky. It was a cold. She looked down at her exposed legs and wished Barry would let her wear something longer sometimes. He said he just likes to see her legs and it would be a shame to hide them but right now, the