Carmine (Rage MC: The Prospects #7)

Prologue.

Klutz

A urora rarely had visions when she was asleep, but when she did, they were fuckin’ doozies.

My woman sat up gasping, and I cringed as I saw Aurora’s eyes were completely white. Something in my gut warned me to grab my phone, and I did, fumbling with it as Aurora drew in a deep breath.

I hit record as she began to speak.

“ Disaster is imminent, she raises her voice but is ridiculed. Just because it’s never happened before does not mean it cannot now. She is drowned out by thousands. Ignoring her cries means we can no longer divert what is to come. The streets will burn red, orange, and yellow. Lava will flow, and the living will perish.

“And he who watches sees his sign. Twenty weeks from the third day of disaster, the enemy will move. His numbers unknown, but more than believed. Defences will fail, lines over-run, and many will die. The unwanted shall fall, and for the second time within six months, the streets will bleed red. An ally will … will what?” Aurora spoke in the monotone I’d come to recognise when she described her vision, but at the end, she changed to her usual voice.

I cocked my head. That was new.

“Aurora?” I asked, puzzled.

“ An ally shall weep tears of blood through heavy losses… and I can’t see who. Who is it?” Aurora whispered, and I felt a shiver down my spine. Aurora never interacted with her visions. This was different.

“ Who bleeds for the rest to live? ” Aurora shrieked, and I winced at the high decibels.

“Who? Who? Show me!” Aurora cried and clawed the air. I grabbed her hands before she could harm herself.

“No! A trap? Who’s caught in it?” Aurora screamed again.

Aurora’s body stiffened, and then she collapsed, sobbing. It took me an hour to calm her down and get her back to sleep. As soon as Aurora was sleeping, I crept out of bed and dialled Drake.

“Yo?” he said sleepily.

“Aurora had another vision. We can expect lava running through the streets of RC within a week. And she gave us a warning: we’re going to lose an ally in the fight. I recorded it,” I explained, trying to get the information straight in my head still.

“Start from the beginning,” Drake ordered.