If I die tomorrow
I'd be all right
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on
~ Dream Theater
Present time, London
The next day, the serial murderers couple Ariana Johnson and Simon Taylor were chained up and pushed inside a van, with an entire envoy of police cars following.
Ariana almost couldn't believe it. How low she had fallen. From the smart detective, rich girl, daughter of a CEO, and one of the most beautiful women in Britain that everyone just adored she had fallen now to a worldly-famous and infamous serial killer, daughter of a criminal and embezzler, poor and wearing a prison jumpsuit.
Some people felt badly for her, and some people hated her.
There were also some who still loved her. To some wretched souls in the world also, she might've been a hero.
She had thrown her life away for a dream and for a man. She had followed her vendetta, her revenge plan meticulously and never looked back.
She never cared about her money, about the fact that she could have a dream life, if only she had never remembered. Her mother's death and Simon.
To some people she was, hence, amazing. Her guilt was highly debated, and some people actually thought Simon had completely controlled her and it was no will of her own.
Even despite that, nobody could really debate the fact that the contemporary Bonnie and Clyde had a heart. Serial killers in history weren't famous for sparing any of their victims the way Ariana and Simon did.
Some people even wondered about the fact that, if Ariana was allowed to roam freely, she would kill anyone again. Now that she had fulfilled her scope.
They wouldn't take no chances and keep away from her in any case because they knew now what would happen if they made her mad. The blonde was crazy.
Ariana looked at Simon, beside her in the car, but knew better than to say anything. He looked at her for a second before he looked away. He couldn't bear it.
He wondered if he'll ever see her again. The only woman he ever loved, beside her mother. He had always had his drawbacks because she had his blood in her as well. Bernard's. But despite that and everything he did to her, he loved her.
She would be safe in prison, he hoped. But he wasn't sure about himself, if he'll survive.
They were being taken to a maximum security prison on an isle close by, where they'd await their trial and sentence.
Simon knew that the state of UK, and the entire world was thrilled and interested in his powers and he wouldn't ever get a cozy life in prison like Ariana. He would probably be in a forever state of dying and die, over and over again.
So, he was about to do something crazy.
After they arrived at the port, they were escorted out of the van, surrounded by guys with guns. Ariana was grabbed by two men who led her forward. She kept silent all the time and thought only about their plan.
They would be transported to the prison island by ship.
The cops led Ariana and Simon to the deck, where they were about to be parted and then they wouldn't probably see each other again until the trial, since the male prison was separated from the female quarter of course.
So Ariana looked at her guards with pleading, blue eyes.
"Can I kiss hiss one last time?" she asked. Her tone was sweet, calm, collected and she was beautiful and still had her charms. She had been as well a former detective as a serial-killer, and she had given herself in. So the escorts weren't really strict.
They weren't also smart enough to read between the lines, so they didn't think anything suspicious of one last kiss.
They let her kiss him, cracking some jokes, not noticing quickly enough when she pushed him over the board and he fell to his abysmal death.
The water were deep, and he had his handcuffs on his hands that they couldn't do anything about in that short time.
He had told her to do that.
"Ariana, while we're on the deck tomorrow, I need to find an opportunity to jump into the water", he told her yesterday in the hospital room.
"What! But Simon, you might die. You're aware they'll handcuff and probably blindfold you beforehand!" Ariana didn't even want to think about it.
"They won't blindfold me. They know now that my powers work through the hands," Simon explained to her. Virgo Styles had revealed seeing Simon at work, so he couldn't lie that his powers worked through his eyes.
"And that's good. You know I'm a good swimmer. I even taught you to swim. What I've never told you is that I spent days exercising and learning to swim, I'd say, relatively well with handcuffs on. Even underwater. Hopefully, I will survive."
As she heard his fall into the water, she shut her eyes tightly, and tried to keep her tears from falling. She realized just how much she trusted him. With her life. With his life.
As she was made to sit on her knees and all the cops became alert that they just lost one of the most dangerous men in the world, Ariana hoped he'd survive.
She'd pray that he would.
He had ruined her completely but there she was, on her knees, smiling at the wooden deck. And crying.
What had she done? Had she just killed him?
She shut her eyes and saw herself, in her mind. She saw herself swimming with him, skiing with him, kissing him, becoming him.
She saw herself dancing with him, she was wearing an emerald green dress and he was wearing a elegant suit, and they moved all around the room. He threw her around with such ease.
She'd decided she'd live in her imagination.
I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm, a voice within her head sang.
Before, Joseph, Simon had been the one and only love of her life.
If he was dead, she wanted to be in heaven to him. Or even hell.
If he had drowned, she wanted to drown as well.
How could she do that to him? She cried.
"I will be fine Ariana, even in death," Simon said and she saw his blue eyes and his silhouette emerging from a dark nook of her mind.
She intook some air, only then noticing she was suffocating herself. She tried to walk towards him, but she couldn't. Her feet her stuck in the floor.
"Why?" She cried out.
Simon smiled. His smile was beautiful and serene.
"Don't look to your past, Ariana," he said.
"But if I'm here, and you're here, does it mean I'm dead?" Ariana asked as she looked at his ethereal silhouette.
"If you were dead you could do anything in here, even fly with tied wings," Simon said, peacefully.
Ariana heard his words and started crying. It couldn't be. She didn't want it to be true.
"Thank you Ariana. You've given me a reason to live."
And he vanished. And her entire imagination of him.
"As the hours pass,
I will let you know,
That I need to ask
Before I'm alone,
How it feels to rest
On your patient lips
To eternal bliss,
I'm so glad to know"
Simon Taylor was declared dead, days after he flew into the waters of the English channel. They had scoured the waters, but they couldn't find anything, not even a corpse. They've declared it impossibile though to swim in those waters with handcuffs on, so they didn't believe he could've survived.
Ariana had been tried and found not guilty of Simon's death. A witness, one of the guards, said he registered the moment pretty intimately, but he was too far away to stop it. He swore it was clear suicide.
Suicide? To Ariana it seemed like an impossible word to be used in relation to a guy like Simon.
And two months later after entering prison, Ariana learned she was pregnant. With Joseph's child.
And hence, this was her story. Or at least the first part of it.
Nobody really ever found out who the white tow-truck guy was, and everybody seemed to completely forget about it.
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The end of book I
Thank you for reading my book from the bottom of my heart!!!
s.e.