ÊTRE DANS LA LUNE;

Manon looked at the text from the strange number and just stared at it for a moment, not sure how to even respond. If she were being honest it slightly terrified her. She had only been in town a few days and this was not how it went in her head. She tossed the phone the couch and exhaled slowly. 

Manon for some reason had taken a liking for Kane. Something about him was endearing, he was amusing enough company to have. Despite  her keeping her distant and not really opening up about herself, but that was the whole point of acquaintance. She didn’t mind keeping people around as long as they didn’t push her to open up about her past, she walked along side and spun around to face him causing her to walk backwards so that she could face him, “where’s the kiddo tonight?” She asked. 

“Honestly… I just walk through to get to work…” she shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I know some people who live around that usually complain.”

Manon hummed in thought for a brief second, “I’m getting mixed reviews.” She shrugged, already having made up her mind on weather or not she would move in to the complex. “I’m sure we can agree that nothing is ever perfect.” She smiled at the pretty redhead. 

“Uh… pretty bad… this is like the worst part of town you could be in.” he spoke with a light chuckle. “But every part of of this town is slowly considered bad.”

Manon tilted her head and squinted, “this” she motioned with her hands to make a point, “is considered bad? I don’t want to know what truly bad looks like then.” She quirked a brow, “because of the killings, I assume?” 

“Sorry.” She said again, shaking her head. Honestly, Cassie tried not to take her low mood out on other people and she felt bad that she had. She supposed it could be chalked up to the fact there was a killer running around so she would just let the stranger believe what they wanted. “I don’t really know. I mean, there’s a serial killer on the loose, do you really wanna move into a town where the police can’t keep up?” Cassie nodded once. “Yeah, you get pretty good at spotting the newcomers… I’ve lived here my whole life. Moved away for college but I came back a few years ago.”

“It’s fine, you’d be surprised how much shit I don’t take personal.” Manon chuckled. Manon listened to the blonde speak and shrugged casually, “police can’t seem to keep anywhere and yeah the death rate is pretty alarming but hey at least you have the heads-up that there is a killer on the loose. There is plenty of advantage to that.” Unlike what had happened to her, she had nor would’ve ever seen it coming. “I have a pretty strong reason for being here, or stupid. Haven’t quite decided which of the two.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Why’d you move back? I mean most people tend to go to college away from their town because they want to leave it.” She asked curiously. 

Chase was walking around aimlessly. It was one of those days. Maybe he would call up Perry or Paul. See if one of them wanted to hang out or something. Hearing the woman’s voice, he glanced over at her for a moment. “It’s quiet I think. I don’t really live around here.” He stated honestly. 

Manon nodded as he answered her question, “guess so. It’s the second time I’ve heard it’s quiet. So it must be.” She fiddled her with fingers for a moment, before giving a polite smile to the man, “well thanks for trying to answer to it, I appreciate.” She waited a moment and debated against introducing herself but she was new to town and figured she should start to talk to people. “I’m Manon, by the way.” 

Lilly shrugged a little. “I wouldn’t say the estate is but my house is thanks to my mum.” Not that she needed to rant about it to a total stranger. “Sorry. Are you moving here?” Lilly wondered why but she wouldn’t pry. “I think the apartments on this side are the best ones.”

Manon watched the woman, tilting her head slightly at her words, sounded like someone had some deep rooted problem with their parent. “I’m all ears if you wanna explore that page?” She offered with a shrug. Worst case scenario the woman vented about her mother to her or didn’t, she didn’t gain or lose anything really. Manon exhaled lightly and stuck her hands on the back her jeans, “still debating it. Not sure about the building yet but yes to moving into town. Really?” She smiled, “that’s good to know. Most of the feedback I’ve gotten has been pretty good.” 

Harry had just finished moving into the building. It had been a long time since he had last been on his own. Coming out of the building, he took a deep breath in and then let it out. If only Isabel would sign the divorce papers, he would feel like a new chapter in his life was starting. Hearing someone’s voice, he glanced over at her. “The neighborhood isn’t that bad. Pretty quiet actually.” 

Manon glanced at the man and offered a kind enough smile. Quiet was always welcome in her book. She rocked on her heels, “that’s good then. I’m still debating it.” She shrugged, “I’m Manon by the way.” She said giving the man a small wave. He looked kind but did kind people even exist anymore, the answer was no in her book. Everything people did was always motivated with double intentions, no matter what. A lot of the things that happened in this town were also very odd, but she was only here for one things after all. 

Austin leaned up against the wall, turning his head towards her when he heard her. He raised an eyebrow as he glanced towards the building. “I’ve heard good things about it.”

“Yeah? It’s cute and everything but there’s quite of bit of traffic here.” She spoke, eyeing the building for a moment before glancing back at him. “I’m probably going to go with another option anyways.” She lied, but really it was a defense mechanism, she barely knew this man and it was better that no one knew where she lived for reasons. “What kind of work do you do that you hear good things about flats anyways? Or were you also considering it once upon a time?”

Andrew was jogging. It seemed like he needed to clear his head and that was one of his favorite ways to do it. He was looking at his ipod when he heard someone’s voice. He moved his hand up to his earbud, taking it out as he looked at her. He waited for her to finish her sentence, not wanting to interrupt her. He pressed his lips together, glancing at the flats she was looking at. “Uh, neighborhood is fine. Town is crap.”

Manon gave the man a puzzled look for a moment before she composed herself and offered a genuine smile, “Fair enough. Do you care to elaborate on why the town is crap? Is it because of the killings?” She tilted her head slightly, the death rate was slightly alarming but she was in town for reasons of her own that had nothing to do with that besides she learned from her first experience to know better. 

“There are many great things about the neighborhood but with everything going on in the town.. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Manon looked at her for a moment expecting her to go on about the horrors of the town, it wasn’t the first time someone had mention it. Yeah, the deaths were tragic but it wasn’t why she was in town to begin with. “So what would you recommend?”

Caitlin was feeling anxious especially since the packages were still coming and she didn’t know what to do about it. She found herself staring over her shoulder. Did he really follow her? How did he know? She was hoping changing her hair color would stop everything but that was foolish to think. She turned her head when she heard a voice. “Uh, sure.” She whispered, not realizing how soft she was talking. “I mean.. Yeah.” She turned towards the girl, looking down before glancing up. “Not bad. I heard it’s nice.”

Manon tucked some of her hair behind her ear as if that would help her hear the soft spoken woman better, nodding once the words that she had said were registering in her mind. “Oh, that’s good then. Thank you.” She noticed and instantly recognized the familiar behavior, that wasn’t her anymore but she couldn’t help but feel something.  “Are you okay?” She questioned, going against her better judgement of minding her own business. 

Everything had been fine and then the dizziness had set in. Her heartbeat felt like it was pounding in her ears and she felt like she was about to fall over. She staggered a little, moving to the nearest bench and practically collapsing onto it. “Shit…” She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped the feeling would pass.

Manon was finishing up some details via the phone on moving into the flat that she had decided on when a woman next to her basically all but passed out. “I’ll call you back later, mom.” She said hanging up a bit too quickly. “Hey, not trying to be nosey but are you alright? Do you need some water? I can run to the mini shop.” She offered as she pointed to a nearby shop around the block. 

“It’s…” Lilly looked up from her phone and shrugged. “It’s alright?” Just like all the others she supposed so Lilly wasn’t too sure what to say. “I don’t know… it’s fine. I live in a different part of town though.”

Manon couldn’t stop the chuckle from coming out, “Alright, I guess that’s better than bad. What are the other places like?” She questioned with a kind enough smile. Manon didn’t make it habit to be rude to strangers, she did make it a habit to keep everyone as an acquaintance. “Is that part of town more secure?”  

Hanna was standing on the street, people watching. More like trying to catch the person who seemed to be stalking her in the act. She wasn’t having much luck however and it was actually making her a bit panicky. When the woman walked over and spoke, she was a bit startled at first as she’d been in her own world, but she worked up a smile. “Oh, uh.. I mean, it’s nice.” Other than the murder but that was going on everywhere. “Are you moving in?”

“Nice as least is a concrete answer. First one I’ve gotten.” Monon said, taking in more of their surroundings, she liked it. It was nearly as bad as some of the other locations and it seemed to be the closest one to a police station which a huge plus. “Possibly, the inside was beautiful enough. Granite countertops, stainless steel applications, decent size bathroom, decent size closet, and the price isn’t terrible. What more could a girl ask for?”