InsaneJournal

Who: Narrative - Danni
What: Destroying what is left of the ML property
Where: Her room
When: Sunday Evening before sleeping
Status: Complete


Danni sat in her room contemplating her options. She wasn't oblivious to the world around her, though she was quite good at covering it up. She played the stupid card when someone was standing outside her door or following her from a distance; it was almost as if she had no idea that she was being watched. But she knew. She was fortunate, though, that she still had some semblance of privacy. There was a lock on the knob of her door and curtains on her windows. There were no peep holes anywhere or hidden surveilance, as she did daily sweeps of her living quarters. The sweeps weren't needed, since she virtually never left her room and the only key to her door was the one she had decided to wear on a chain around her neck.

Under a floor board that rested right below the trunk in front of her bed was her lock box that could only be opened with the correct combination. It was one of those boxes that had cost her parents hundreds of money, but they had told her she would need it eventually. They couldn't have been more correct. Even if someone had gotten their hands on it, they would have had terrible trouble getting it open. In that box rested many of her most prized items including a picture of her parents, her birth certificate, pictures of Ace along with a few other possessions of Ace's and many other things. Most importantly were the maps of the grounds. Those had been in her possession since the very beginning of the Mountain Lions' existence. She was the brains behind much of what they did, the rationale was her doing. She had planned out where to store everything with detailed directions on how everything was to be run. This job had been hidden from the rest of the group, simply because she had to be the quiet one. Her purpose was to keep things in order and to look pretty. The wasn't difficult for her, neither was the shy part. It made her look like a feeble leader to anyone around, like a house wife of sorts. She cooked and cleaned, kept inventory, took care of injuries; basically it was as though she did the 'bitch work.' Looks were surely deceiving.

Now, after years of her leadership duties, she had all of the documents committed to memory. She knew the maps and could walk the grounds with her eyes closed. She knew where the hidden storage was and she knew the quickest path out of the territory. They were documents that if they fell into the wrong hands, everything would fall apart.

After drawing the curtains as though she were going to take a nap, she took out the box. Upon opening it, she reached in and she pulled out everything she cared about and let the maps and other documents remail within the walls of the steel container. Sifting through the pile of lock box treasures, she found one of Ace's old lighters. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath. With a flick of her thumb, a small flame danced along the top of the lighter and she lit a scented candle and stuck it near the bottom of the door in her room. It was a trick some of the girls in the bathroom at school had done whenever they had decided to smoke.

Her heartbeat sped faster as she moved closer to her beloved box with the documents she and her other leaders had worked so hard on. Tears slid down her eyes as she picked up one of the documents and lit the corner on fire. Dropping the paper into the box with the rest of the documents, she shut the door tightly. After what felt like forever, she opened the door and nothing but a pile of ashes remained.

More tears fell as she slowly closed the box again and left it there. Nothing would be the same now. Now the only documents that existed were the ones in her head. The carbon copies in her mind that she hopes no one knew existed.

She went over the maps again and again in her mind, keeping them fresh, as she cleaned and scrubbed away at everything in the room, allowing the scent of the fresh and sweet smelling candle to fill the room as if it were a perfume. Upon finishing, there was no evidence that anything had gone on or that anything had ever existed. Sleeping with a sad smile on her face, she knew Ace would have been proud at a job well done.