Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodstained Noble ❯ Crime 5: Shattered Beauty ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Bloodstained Noble
By: Melissa Norvell
Crime 5: Shattered Beauty
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Yaris held a card in his hand. It was a light rose pink with golden scrolled letters and décor around the edges that looked like the vines of plants. He read over the contents from the invitation and looked to Rosillia with his usual placid smile.


“This is my exact ticket to our last conspirator. I’ll have to extract information from The Pink Flower,” Yaris commented.


“What if it doesn’t tell you?” Rosillia was a little sick of no one talking. Yaris had done his job as an axe murderer and he effectively put an end to all of his victims. However, he acted as if it was no big deal if they didn’t tell him anything. He was always doing some type of research and the only time she was in on it was when it pertained specifically to the task they had to accomplish.


So, what exactly was he aware of that she wasn’t? What did he know about everyone that she didn’t?


It was frustrating but alluring at the same time. She wasn’t sure if she should have felt entranced, disgusted, fascinated or angry by the mysterious blonde before her.


“I still have a lead to find her,” Yaris was confident, more than usual.
“What do you mean?” Rosillia asked as the prince pointed to the address on the envelope that the invitation came in.


“This is the address to the Mamoette Estate.”


“That means-” Rosillia trailed off. Were they really that stupid? No. This was a challenge. They wouldn’t have let that type of information be known if they weren’t ready for their arrival.


“It means that The Pink Flower and Rin Mamoette will be in the same place. This has been orchestrated to where we’ll have to take down The Pink Flower and Rin Mamoette one after another,” Yaris educated her on their plan.


“So, this is it. This will be the final murders of Jack the Ripper. By now, you should know that it’s obviously a set-up.” If he didn’t, than she doubted his intelligence from this point out.


Steel claws glistened in the sunlight as the homicidal prince shone them to perfection with a black cloth. He tossed the cut up piece of fabric to the ground. “What do you say we go to a party?”


Rosillia smiled darkly, “I’d be more than happy to, my lord.”


“It’s time to meet our lovely hosts and deliver them in a casket of blood-stained roses to a very wonderful place,” Yaris’ tone was ominous as he spoke of promise.


Today would be the day that marked the fall of the seven conspirators. Today was the day of judgment and the day that Yaris would finally see his dreams realized.




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The two stood in front of an enormous mansion with tall, white pillars. The building was four stories tall and stretched out across the land. White in coloration, it held the presence of a stoic Victorian manor. It was well-groomed and it had several fountains, a cast-iron fence and beautiful gardens. Such a lush environment only made itself seem like one hell of a casket to the eccentric prince.


“This place is huge,” Rosillia was the first to speak. How were they supposed to commit a double murder in a place like that?


“Mamoette Estates, Rin must be incredibly rich to afford such a lavish place,” Yaris’ voice held obvious in wonder. It was definitely impressive.


“It doesn’t compare to your magnificent abode, my lord,” Rosillia complimented. However, Rin Mamoette was a noble and he was a prince. There was a big difference in how loaded each home was.


Yaris was quick to note his status, and that even though Rin’s mansion was not as beautiful as his own, there may be more to it than there seemed. It was striking and resigned, but a building that belonged to a woman like that would surely be full of traps.


“We should be careful.”


“Just stay behind me,” Yaris instructed as the iron gates opened. The two stared for a while before they began to walk cautiously into the yard and up the road. Both of their bodies were tense and they kept their eyes open for anything suspicious. “Strange, for such a big place, I don’t see any staff. Do you?”


With such a large place up upkeep, surely an estate of that size required butlers and maids. The gardens and fountains looked far too nice to be unkempt for any amount of time. Everything was perfect and in its place as if it had been kept up, but by whom?


“No, and it’s oddly dark,” Rosillia tried to gaze through the pitch black to see if she could find any sign of life or anything suspicious. However, it was so dark that nothing could be made out.


“It is picturesque and predictable,” Yaris agreed. It looked like a typical setting and it was such a shame. He expected better of such a woman. He couldn’t misjudge it yet but it hardly seemed a challenge right now.


“I can’t help but feel apprehensive about everything. We don’t know who this Pink Flower is, or what they look like. Anyone and anything could be it,” the maiden noted. That was an extreme disadvantage on their side, so it was best not to underestimate anyone who came their way.


Yaris easily took his eyes from the scene to read the card that he had kept with him as they entered the house and walked into a large, spacious room with two winding staircases. It looked as if it was used to host events and balls. The man then stopped and placed a rose to his face as he inhaled the fragrant blossom. “Well, this room wasn’t on the map.”


“How strange…” Rosillia glanced around to the many pink flowers that grew along the rails of the stairs and adorned the walls.


Suddenly, the closed blossoms popped open and spewed a pink fog into the room. She cried out in disgust and covered her nose and mouth to keep herself from breathing the substance.


“What is that sickeningly sweet smell?” her voice was muffled by her gloved hand. As much as she tried not to breathe in, it escaped through her hand and the girl eventually blacked out.


No one knew how much time had passed, but the fog soon faded from the room and a darkened figure walked up to the two with a twisted smile on its face. Yaris had also been rendered unconscious by the fog and lay there in disarray.


“Now, you shall come into a world riddled in death and despair,” a unisex voice commented before it faded into the abyss of darkness.




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A faint dripping could be heard as the noble came to from his state of unconsciousness. The air smelled cold and musty, as if everything had been wet for a while. The ground was damp and it felt like cement. He opened his eyes and glanced around slowly before he lifted his head up. The sky was pitch black and pipes were everywhere as if it were some type of strange water system. They dripped with blood and red stains were everywhere.


The prince could smell a light stench of death and glanced over to Rosillia, who was still knocked out. Her black and pink dress was in a disorder of ruffles and she had red stains along her pink trim.


“Where am I?” Yaris questioned. “Is this still a part of the mansion?”


A small dot of blood splashed on his cheek from above. He wiped the substance away with his sleeve, knowing that it wouldn’t show up on his black gloves. “This is-”


He was cut off by his partner, who asked where exactly they were as she rubbed her head.


“I’m not sure.”


“Well, that answer is easy,” the unisex voice spoke up as they both directed their attention towards its source.


Above them, perched on a pipe was a tall, thin figure with long, pink hair that was straight as a board and light in coloration. It looked like hanging cotton candy around a face that could neither be defined as male or female. The figure’s body was adorned in green and light pink clothes that flowed like robes. “You’re both underneath the Mamoette mansion. This is an underground execution site.”


The figure turned a handle on the pipe as the leaky piece of metal spewed a mix of rain and blood onto them. Rosillia popped out her Lolita parasol to keep herself from getting wet. It may have been for decoration but it would help keep some of the substances off of her.


“Is that it? You’re an assassin,” Yaris informed nonchalantly. He didn’t really care if he had gotten wet or bloody. Both substances have touched him before, so it was of little importance.


“I don’t get it. Is it male of female?” Rosillia tried to discern the enemy. The figure had elegant hands with long, painted green nails, beautiful, almond-shaped green eyes that were surrounded by long lashes. Its body was covered by so many robes that one couldn’t make out any curves or lack thereof. If it was a woman, she had small breasts.


“I’m not really sure,” Yaris stood up and looked thoughtful on the subject.


“My name or gender should not be of importance. You don’t need to really know your killer’s identity.” the figure replied.


“If you were confident enough to know that your victim would die, then you wouldn’t need to hide your name,” Rosillia pointed out. Any killer that was as good as they claimed they were would eventually tell their victims who they were. It took confidence to tell their identity and cowardice to hide it.


The pink-haired figure stood up, “I am The Pink Flower, Madam Mamoette’s personal assistant. I’m quite well-known, even though no one knows who I really am. Male or female?” It shrugged, “I’ll never tell you.”


“Where are we?” The pink-haired girl asked with a dire expression on her face. That figure really irritated her. The sooner Yaris killed it, the better off she’d be.


“You’re in my beautiful garden of destruction,” the flower held its arms out to either side, as if to present the grand unveiling of its victim’s eventual and potential gravesite. “My sweet smelling flowers in the ball room led you here.”


“You mean they drugged us and you drug us down to this hell hole,” Rosillia dead panned, annoyed with the flamboyant acts of the pink-haired psycho. She wasn’t fond of living in someone’s dark fantasy. The girl had done that far too much for her liking.


“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?” Yaris was thoughtful. Even in the face of death, the man took the situation with the grace and calm of any serial killer.


“So, you’re after Jack the Ripper, too?” Rosillia assessed.


“How perceptive of you,” the Flower jumped down from its rusted pipe and landed gracefully on the ground, a wave of cotton candy hair trailing behind it, “I’m here to kill Jack the Ripper.”


“Tell me, Pink Flower. Who is Rin Mamoette?” Doubtful of an answer, the blonde tested the other’s psyche. He didn’t expect anything, but the pink haired individual’s arrogant and twisted psyche might be more apt to boast. Boasting was an attribute that often gave away more information than it should out of sheer overconfidence.


The Flower cocked its head to the side. “Why should I tell you?”


“The whole point of my mission is to find out that question,” Yaris stated part of his purpose. It wasn’t a complete lie, after all.


“I’ll tell you what. If you can defeat me, I’ll tell you all that you need to know,” the pink-haired one replied with a crooked smile.


“It sounds fair, but you’d better keep your guard and your word,” Yaris warned. Usually, he wasn’t one to explain himself or give away the slightest hint of information but he grew weary of his easy defeats. The twins posed some trouble, but what kind of killer would he be if he were defeated by mere children?


The Flower placed a hand to its heart and closed its eyes. “Even if I am a criminal, I am one to keep my word.”


“You remind me of myself,” very few criminals had an honor code. Perhaps a part of him identified with that. However, it wasn’t enough to make him grow a weak spot in his heart for the other being.


“Perhaps we share similar traits…However, we are still enemies!” The Flower agreed as it charged at the noble.


Yaris crossed his arms and revealed his four foot claws with untarnished blades. “It will be a pleasure killing you,” He took a swing at the pink-haired being, who ducked down before they were decapitated by the force of the blow.


The pink haired wonder then popped back up and attempted to spin kick it’s opponent. Yaris blocked the force of the blow with his forearm. Rosillia stood back and watched as her dark prince faced off against the deadly blossom.


‘What can I do to help him? I don’t really know how to fight.’ The girl pulled up her dress with an irritated expression. ‘Damn it, I’m a lady, not a kung-fu master.’


Rosillia grabbed her parasol and glanced at the two. They were still dueling it out. Yaris swung his metal claws at his opponent, who quickly dodged to the side and evaded his attack. However, the Flower stumbled and fell to the ground and gave the blonde an advantage as he tried to cut the obscurely gendered being in half. Rolling out of reach, the Flower tumbled back and shot off of its heel, tackling Yaris with its arms around his waist tightly.


The two bodies sailed backwards and landed on the ground a distance away. Rosillia continued to watch as the flower grabbed her partner’s neck and began to strangle him.


A crazed look crossed the Flower’s face as the prince gagged below it, struggling to find any source of air. “So sorry, but I have to kill you, whether it’s in an undignified way or not, too bad that the infamous Jack the Ripper has to go out with such a common death.”


Red eyes widened as the Flower felt the full force of metal claws digging into its stomach. The blow caused it to release its victim. Yaris slid out from under his opponent and landed a kick in the genderless being’s face. The Flower tumbled into a low-lying pipe that stuck out from the hard, wet ground.


“You’re good,” the pink-haired praised his opponent. “You don’t really look like the type who would fight. I’m shocked.” As beautiful and dainty as the blonde seemed, the Flower assumed he would be an easy victory. It was a slight miscalculation on its behalf.


“I used to be a silly rich kid, with no comprehension of what it was like to struggle or deal with any kind of loss…Until that moment,” Yaris explained as flashes of memories ran through his head. A young boy with short, blonde hair and a face full of horrifying shock as the room was filled with screams of torture and blood now painted all of his rich surroundings. The red essence eventually made its way to him and bathed the frightened child in his parent’s blood. “I was so cowardly and selfish that I only wished to save myself. I hid in fear while my family was murdered by your conspirators. I was merely an immature fifteen-year old with a bright look on the luxurious life. I never thought this would happen to me.


After I was forced to watch them die, I grew to hate them. I’ve tried to forget it, but the memories have been branded into my mind. It took nearly a year of therapy before I was deemed fit for society. However…”


A small, unstable smile crept its way to the man’s ivory features. “I always knew that there was something wrong with me. I grew to be a man of twisted brilliance. After killing my first victim, I slipped back into insanity…I knew that I couldn’t go back. I had to keep looking forward. I had to keep killing…and so…”


A woman’s screams filled his memories as blood splattered across a cobblestone street.


“I continued to kill. I killed countless prostitutes to resurrect the Jack the Ripper legend. They all deserved it. Most of them sought to take advantage of people rather than to simply get paid for their services and acted as robbers as well as prostitutes.”


“So…That’s why you killed them. I was wondering about that.” It finally made sense to Rosillia. His killings, tracking the conspirators…everything fell into place and it made her realize what an interesting person the prince really was.


That man had a dangerous mind and his own sense of justice.


“You went through a lot,” the Flower mocked sympathy for the fallen prince, but then its voice changed into a cruel, cold one. “Too bad I don’t care!”


Lunging down at the prince again, the Flower was intent on taking the man out. Yaris quickly grabbed the Flower’s arm and swung the genderless being around until he had picked up a good speed. He released the Flower and sent it flying into a nearby pipe.


Red eyes went wide before the pink-haired being’s body slammed into the metal surface, sending a loud, hollow noise throughout the dark caverns. The Flower cried out in pain as its form fell to the ground. It placed its hand on the ground, desperately trying to get up, only to have a cruel, heeled boot stomp its head into the ground.


“Are these the skills of a master assassin?” Yaris’ ice blue eyes gazed down at the pathetic being below his foot.


“Look out!” Rosillia shouted out of nowhere, but by then it was far too late.


Two blades pierced the man’s right shoulder from behind him. Red blood surfaced through all three layers of his clothes and soaked his royal blue jacket as it dripped onto the pink-haired being below him.


“Prince Yaris!” The helpless girl yelled, wondering what the extent of the man’s injuries was. She hoped that he would somehow still be alive after all of that.


Yaris was slumped over in pain and silent for a moment. He had stepped back from his opponent, which allowed them to arise and begin to stalk towards him once more.


“Oh no you don’t,” Rosillia picked up and large dress and bolted over in front of her injured partner. She held her parasol out like a weapon and threw her mass into the Flower, piercing its chest with the object before it could make its way to him.


Yaris turned to see what had happened just as the Flower fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.


‘No way…’


“It’s a boy,” Rosillia finally revealed the gender of their enemy.


“It’s over…So tell me, Pink Flower,” Yaris tried to remain unfazed by the overwhelming pain, but his voice managed to show more than he would have liked.


“I have no choice,” the male had coughed up some blood. “My real name is… Yuki Kamamura. I am a male, even though I seem as if I could be either gender. Rin Mamoette…She took me on and raised me to become her personal assassin. I’m the one who taught Daisuke and Daiki to kill. We were like family.”


“Tell us, who is Rin Mamoette?” As much as she would have liked the man to have his final words, there was no telling when his life would be ripped from him. She wanted to get the important facts out before they were lost forever.


“I don’t know much about her myself. I know that she’s a famous political figure, and princess to a royal family. She was responsible for many murders among royal families. She wants to kill Prince Yaris because he’s after her…She wants to kill all of the Staffordshire family to ascend the throne,” Yuki replied.


“How can she do that? Aren’t there any more members of the Staffordshire family alive?” Rosillia asked.


“No, I am the last heir to the throne,” Yaris answered the question. He had wished that the answer was different, but that was the harsh reality of the situation. “If she decides to torture me, then she’ll expose me as Jack the Ripper.”


“Then you’d be executed for all of your murders.”


“Undoubtedly so.”


“She’s waiting for you…” the Flower’s voice was weak as the last bit of life drained from his body and leaked on to the concrete below. How ironic that he would die in the very deathbed that he had made for so many others.


“How many people have died down here?” Rosillia asked. The stench of death was heavy on that place. No doubt more than just a couple of corpses were there. Who knew exactly how many people someone like that had killed over the years.


“Countless…Anyone whose tried to go against Lady
Mamoette…Anyone…meets that horrible fate…” Those were the last words from the Flower, before he took his last breath and died.


“He is of no further use to us now,” Yaris stated.


“I feel sorry for him. He was so brainwashed that he only knew one thing: to kill.” It was the sad fate of an assassin. Anyone with such a fate was someone Rosillia took pity on.


“I understand how he felt,” Yaris defended the Flower’s honor. “It had been my goal for so long that I’ve lost my humanity as well. I am far more like a machine than I am like a human.” He felt as empty as a machine as well, growing cold to all things that would make any normal human wince in pain or cry in despair.


Yaris’ way of thinking was one that simply got him through the day. It was more logical than emotional, and only found solutions without regard to emotions.


He was cold and calculating, no matter what large monologues he spoke on emotional factors. At times, he wondered about his own actions and feelings, or lack thereof.


“Don’t machines become useless after they’ve performed their task?” Rosillia didn’t think that the man before her was a machine by any means. It was true that he had a different approach to doing things, but anyone in his position would have turned out just like him…Or worse.


Yaris looked as if a realization had hit him. Her words took on a whole different meaning within the confines of his mind. The prince then looked rather accepting of what fate lay before him and smiled a little at his resolution. “I suppose that they do.”


The two walked over to a long staircase that stretched into the unknown darkness at the top of the room. Rosillia looked up the long row of stairs, “I guess now we go and face off against Rin.”


“Are you prepared to face the fact that you might die?” Yaris pulled the blades from his shoulder. If there was a time for her to turn back, now would be it.


He wouldn’t begrudge her if she left. Rosillia did save his life, and for that, he would be eternally grateful. It was only human to come this far and back down, especially when one’s own life was at risk.


“I was prepared for that a long time ago,” her words stood firm as she looked to him with a grave expression. There was no way in hell that she was going to turn back now.


“I want to thank you for sticking with me so long. I appreciate your cooperation,” the Prince smiled. He couldn’t have asked for a better partner.


“You wouldn’t have let me leave, even if I wanted to,” Rosillia sighed. It wasn’t as if leaving would have gotten her out of the situation. She was pretty sure that if she left Yaris’ side, then she would have obviously ended up dead.


“Of course not, I couldn’t have word getting out about my identity,” Yaris smiled. Even if she protested it as much as she did, he could tell that she enjoyed his company at the very least.


“I could never do that,” the girl looked down with a frown, her hat concealed her eyes.


“Why do you say that?”


“Because I’m descended from Jack the Ripper.”


Yaris couldn’t believe what he just heard. Did he even hear her words correctly?


“What?” For once, the seemingly calm man looked stunned beyond belief. She had sympathy for him, even though he was pretending to be someone in her family. Was Rosillia truly be descended from Jack the Ripper?


“It’s not something that I shout out to the world, trust me,” Rosillia looked back at the blonde’s shocked face. She had to admit that seeing the man in such a state was amusing. How quickly he seemed to fall apart at the mention of such a thing. “I agreed to help you because, in a way, I sympathized with that fact. You remind me of him… So, I had it set in my mind that I would work with you. It’s an honor to meet someone who admired Jack the Ripper as much as you do.” Her pink lips curved slightly into a small smile, “it’s kind of nice that you want to live down that legacy.”


“I thought you were just an innocent bird,” she played her cards so well that even he couldn’t see what had truly been behind her mystic red eyes. This girl was descended from a murderer’s bloodline.


“I’m not what I seem. I know how it feels to be of high standing and try to keep your status,” Rosillia explained as they traveled up the stairs that led to a pitch black room.


Yaris had found a new respect for the girl that had been assisting him this entire time. He had truly felt like a fool, and he wasn’t entirely sure about anything regarding the game he’d been playing with her now. It turned out that she had been playing him as much as he had been playing her.


Rosillia was one of the rare few who could even accomplish such a thing. It was a truly amazing feat. Funny, he found that an attractive quality of hers.


He remained in his position at the top of the stairs as his partner walked into a darkened part of the room. Red eyes glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone within the darkness.


“No one’s here,” Rosillia muttered to herself. “It’s so dark I can’t even see.”


“This certainly wasn’t what I was expecting-” Yaris was cut off by a high-pitched scream.


It was Rosillia.


He shouted her name and turned to see the girl’s form being drug off into the darkness.


“You won’t make it to your destination. Not in one piece, anyway,” a male voice intoned. It was an older man with a slightly raspy voice. He sounded as if he was in his forties or fifties and smoked ever so often.


“Who are you? You aren’t Lady Mamoette,” Yaris demanded to know the explanation behind this unseen foe. The prince thought that the Pink Flower was the only road block at the estate, and now someone else had stepped in his way.


But who?





…To Be Continued