15| A CREEPY DOLL IN NEW ORLEANS


15| A CREEPY DOLL IN NEW ORLEANS

[ Chapter Fifteen ]

❝Why did we have to fabricate ourselves as servants?❞

[Hell No, Dolly]

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Myra wasn't sure if Charlie really liked her back, or if their 'new relationship' was purely meant to take her mind off of other things. However, Myra didn't seem to really care, or at least that's what she told herself when she kept finding herself in Charlie's room, night after night.

No one on the ship had found out about them yet, and Myra intended to keep it that way at least until she could figure out what was going on herself.

This particular morning, she'd left Charlie's room early, so she could put herself together, before joining some of the other Legends in the galley.

Myra made herself a cup of coffee before sitting down at the table with Zari and Ray, who was reading a letter. She squinted at the cereal box in front of Zari, "What is that?"

"Big Easy O's." Zari said, handing her the box, "They're delicious."

Myra read the ingredients and winced at the sugar count but grabbed a bowl and poured herself some with milk anyways.

Sara and Ava suddenly walked in and Ava seemed to be complaining about the diary that Mick had used on one of their last trips, "You can't let Rory keep the diary!"

"I see you've met Garima." Zari nodded, "What she lacks for in vocabulary, she makes up for in personality."

"And everyone knows that a happy Mick, is better for the entire ship." Ray commented, as he lowered the letter, revealing that he now had a mustache.

Zari and Myra looked at each other in confusion and a little disgust.

"Whoa!" Sara called out, "Killer stache."

"Oh. Interesting." Ava remarked.

"You think?" Ray asked, "I had Gideon stimulate my hair follicles to grow it over night. I read in one of Nora's letters that she had a thing for mustaches so-"

Ava interrupted coming over to the table, "Sorry, but how are we being so blase about the diary? What if Rory goes from writing sci-fi to horror? Do you want killer clowns running around the ship?"

Ray grabbed the box of cereal, "The only killer on this ship is the amount of sugar that's in this cereal. 'Big Easy O's?'"

"They taste like beignets. So sweet they make your lips pucker." Zari raised her spoon at him.

"They're really good." Myra agreed, taking another bite.

"Oh! There's a quiz on the back." Ray exclaimed, "Who is the most prolific serial killer in the United States?"

"Ted Bundy." Ava immediately responded, "Although in my opinion, John Wayne Gacy had way more murder victims then he confessed."

Everyone looked at her suspiciously.

"What? Everyone has their hobbies." Ava defended.

"Well, sorry, Ava but according to this not so kid friendly cereal, it was New Orleans own, Marie Lavaeu." Ray answered.

"What?" Ava grabbed the box, reading it, "A high profile female serial killer? No way, I would have heard of her. The box is wrong."

"Unless-" Sara started, "Gideon?"

"You are correct Captain. It appears a Fugitive is on the loose in New Orleans in 1856. According to local lore, there were a series of murders perpetrated by a criminal who could walk through walls." Gideon answered.

"Sounds like we're going mindhunting in the Big Easy." Sara exclaimed, "Gideon, plot a course."

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Sara called them all to the bridge to go over the facts, "'All right, Legends. Next stop, N'awlins.' We have a Fugitive serial killer and it's a weird one."

"Yeah, it says here that all of the victims were wealthy blonde ladies stabbed to death inside their locked bedrooms." Charlie said, "Spooky."

"Wait." Ava interrupted, "Blondes killed in locked rooms. That's the MO of Mike the Spike."

"Am I going to find a murder board in your closet?" Sara asked.

"No." Ava shook her head.

"New Orleans is a crap town. Although anything is better than that tush tickler." John said, pointing at Ray.

"This?" Ray asked.

"Well, the cops pinned it on Voodoo Priestess, Marie Laveau. One of the only women of color with power living in 1856." Zari added, "Surprise, surprise."

"You stole my diary, weasel." Mick yelled, marching over to John.

"Oh, you mean the one that you nicked from my trunk. That one, eh?" John asked, turning around.

Ray stepped in between them, "Gentlemen, gentlemen. I 'mustache' you both to calm down."

"Get out of my way before I knock that furball of your lip." Mick growled.

"I love you Ray, but that was bad." Myra said, wincing.

"I confiscated the diary." Ava interrupted, "It's Time Bureau property now. Don't worry, Rory. Garima will always be right where she belongs. In your imagination."

"Garima." Mick wispred.

"Rory, look. I'm sorry." Sara apologized, "Ava was just doing her job, which is exactly what the rest of us need to do."

"Ray, Mick, Myra. We're going to protect the Fugitive's first victim, Miss Didi Charbonnet. She's hosting a party this afternoon." Sara instructed, "John, I need you to talk to Laveau. Find out how she's mixed up in all this."

"I'll go with him. Yeah, love me some voodoo." Charlie agreed and then winked at Myra before she left the bridge, "See you later."

"What was that about?" Sara asked.

Myra stopped herself from blushing, "Nothing."

"Okay. Zari, you're on their mission." Sara instructed.

"You can just say the B-team." Zari rolled her eyes, but followed.

"But, there is such thing as an A-team." Ray said and high-fived Sara, "Laissez le bons temps rouler!"

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"It's gorgeous here. I feel like I'm living in an episode of The Originals." Myra said, as she and Sara strolled around the house where the party was taking place.

Sara and Myra were both posing as maids whilst Ava and Ray were supposed to be a wealthy couple.

Sara laughed at that and pressed her comn, "Okay, does anyone have eyes on the Fugitive's first victim?"

"Annoying blonde in the middle." Ava's voice came through as Sara and Myra finally made their way into the parlor, "That's Didi Charbonnet."

"Good. Stay with her." Sara nodded, "According to Gideon, the murder is going to happen within the hour."

"What kind of Fugitive stabs a woman?" Ray asked.

"I know a woman I could stab." Mick's voice came in, "Rhymes with Shava."

"Rory, play nice." Sara told him.

"Don't worry, I can handle myself against the cretin." Ava responded.

"Whatever, man-pants." Mick said.

Sara and Myra rolled their eyes and walked over to where Mick was hiding in a side doorway.

"Hey." Sara said as they reached him, "Look, I know you're mad at Ava right now but she's right. The diary is not a toy."

"Garima helped me write." Mick responded.

Sara sighed, "Would you just try to be nice to her, please? For me."

"Or just ignore her." Myra said, but at Sara's look she added, "I mean if you can't be nice, then just don't say anything or do anything at all, right?"

Mick grumbled, and walked away.

"I need to get more drinks." Myra said, nodding to the tray she was carrying.

"Alright. Keep an eye out for the Fugitive." Sara said as the two walked past the parlor again, "And keep an eye on the creepy ginger by the door."

"Copy that." Ray responded on comns.

"Why did we have to fabricate ourselves as servants?" Myra asked, annoyed as she grabbed another tray of wine glasses from the kitchen and made her way back out to the party.

"Because this way, we can cover more ground." Sara said, her voice back over the comns, "Hey has anyone seen Ray?"

"I think he went upstairs. Hang on, let me pass out these glasses and then I'll come join you." Myra said, before she let a couple take two glasses off of her tray.

"You don't actually have to pass them out, you know." Sara said.

"I'm trying to blend in, Sara." Myra responded, before she gave away the last few glasses, and headed to the staircase where Sara was waiting.

"Hey guys." Zari's voice came over the comns, "This Fugitive we're looking for is an evil spirit."

"Crap. Damn it Ray, where are you?" Sara said, and handed her tray, with empty glasses, to a party goer before racing up the stairs, Myra hot on her heels.

The two quickly ran past a couple rooms before they stopped, and peered into one where there was a girl crying on the floor, with Ray passed out beside her.

"Omigod." Myra said, dropping the tray she was holding and racing inside.

Sara ran in and knelt down beside Ray before looking at the girl, "What happened?"

The girl didn't answer and instead ran out of the room.

"Sara, any sign of the Fugitive?" Zari asked, over comns.

"I think we may have a Chucky situation here." Sara murmured.

"Shit." Myra cursed.

"What does that mean?" Zari asked.

"I reckon the Dybbuk is in the doll." John responded.

"Rory, Ava. Sara and Myra need backup." Zari instructed.

Ray suddenly opened his eyes, and Myra helped him sit up.

"Sara. Myra. I had the weirdest dream." Ray murmured, a little delirious, "I dreamed that I was attacked by a-" Ray's eyes suddenly widened, "Doll."

Ray pushed Sara out of the way and Myra rolled to the side as something came flying down to the floor. Ray scrambled backwards as the thing moved towards him, and Myra noticed that it was a doll.

"I'm gonna kill you, Goldilocks!" The doll yelled at Sara, before launching itself at her.

Sara caught the doll and tried to wrestle it off of her. Myra moved towards her but spotted Mick in the doorway, "Mick!"

Sara threw the doll into the air and Mick blasted it with his gun, so the doll fell, charred, to the floor.

"You're late." Sara grumbled to Mick.

"Still moving." Ray said, "Kill it!"

"Before it kills us!" Myra yelled.

Ava suddenly rushed in and grabbed Mick's gun before he blasted it for a second time, "No, no no. We need to question it and find out if it's really Mike the Spike."

"Who are you?" Sara asked, threateningly.

"Your worst nightmare." The doll laughed.

"Now can we kill it?" Myra asked and Sara nodded, letting Mick blast it again.

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Word Count: 1732

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed. 

(The gif at the top was made by me. Please do not steal it.)

What did you guys think? I am actually enjoying exploring Sara and Myra's friendship which you saw some of in this one!

I love you all and will see you soon with chapter 16.

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10. 2. 20

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