Laverna
Goddess of thieves
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Chapter One:
The rumored heiress of a criminal syndicate lived quietly, tucked away in the shadowy crevices of the world. That’s what Carmen’s henchmen whispered as gossip swirled on the breeze. But every rumor mill holds some truth, buried deep within its sawdust, floating alongside the spiraling blades that cut through the logs of fact and fiction.
She wasn’t a mythical creature like the last unicorn. She wasn’t an unfortunate damsel in distress with the world’s longest blonde hair to throw down from a tower for a good-natured prince with curly, sun-bleached hair to rescue her from her wicked mother’s entanglements.
She wasn’t kept under lock and key. She was one hundred percent free—free from imprisonment or restraints of any kind. No, she was currently nestled beside her fiancée, the eccentric boy genius who preferred the smell of pungent chemicals and the clinking of flasks. He swirled medicinal solutions in glass beakers until late into the cold evening hours.
Tonight was a little different for the pair of arranged lovebirds. Laverna’s emerald eyes were glazed over, like glass, as she lay stiff on the cold metallic surface of the examination table. The warmth of her skin started to cool as the clock ticked down from sixty seconds on Devlin’s stopwatch.
“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with worry. He had every reason to be afraid. “If Carmen walks in right now, just know that I’ll be meeting you six feet under.”
The lifeless body jolted once. Her stomach rippled as she fought back an overwhelming urge to laugh.
“You would think learning to play possum is easy,” she said, her voice cutting through the stillness. “But it’s not nearly as simple as those nocturnal creatures make it seem.”
Devlin stopped his stopwatch with a sigh, his thin rose-colored lips pressing into a frown. His hand tangled into his long, coppery hair in frustration.
“I’d like to inform you that it’s not convincing,” he grumbled. “You only lasted twenty seconds, not a whole minute.”
His critique fell on deaf ears. Laverna wasn’t listening to his rambling on how to improve her pseudo-waltz with the Grim Reaper. She was preoccupied with removing two glossy pieces of curved plastic from her eyeballs. Her nimble, yet surprisingly delicate fingers plucked the deranged lenses from her round eyes.
“Are you even listening to me, Laverna?” Devlin harshly groaned as he watched her nonchalant mannerisms.
Her body shivered in a tense dance as the icy air from the laboratory’s air conditioning blew against her exposed skin. A billion chill bumps sprang up like flowers in the spring on her subtly tanned skin.
It wasn’t long after when she discovered herself swiftly swaddled in his woolen cardigan. The smell of Devlin’s citrus-scented cologne wafted into the sterile air.
“We need to head upstairs. My mother will be arriving home soon from her latest collecting spree of the world’s greatest treasures.” She huffed as if she hadn’t noticed the heartwarming romantic gesture.
She instinctively buried herself deeper into the garment. Her petite form was fully engulfed in the navy-colored knitted wool.
The chivalrous Devlin bowed towards the indifferent heiress, their eyes gazing into each other for a brief moment. Many unspoken words were lingering in the air about their unconventional relationship, and how the world outside of Carmen Sandiego’s infamous games perceived their upcoming matrimony.
There wasn’t any need to speak of their frivolous concerns. This marriage was probably the restraining factor that spiraled into the ignorant ramblings of the lackeys. The lackeys loved to converse over the Sandiego familial matters as if they were a royal family.
Their fingers intertwined together, and she gracefully slipped off the brutally cold examination table. The distance caused her to periodically stumble forward, but Devlin balanced her upright. This routine had been repeated a thousand times.
He escorted her like a knight throughout the labyrinth of medical equipment, the barely eighteen-year-old mad doctor had questionably required. Her soft lambskin house slippers protected her feet from the maliciously chilled concrete.
Up the spiraling staircase, onward to greet the boss with a taste of uncertainty filled their mouths. Devlin’s mind has brewed the same million thoughts since his youth. Where were his parents? Why would they abandon him orphanage-style on the doorstep of an infamous thief? All he had from them was a small family portrait—small enough to fit in a wallet. He had it pinned up on the chalkboard above the loft bed.
Laverna kissed his cheek. “You never know when you’ll meet them again. I wouldn’t fret about it. After all, my mother stumbled upon her father while robbing him.” Laverna chuckled, finding her mother’s unusual situation that unfolded many years ago hilarious.
He rolled his blue eyes in exasperation. She couldn’t understand his melancholy family history. Her only concern was if her mother escaped the authorities in time for dinner.
He smiled softly at her as he opened the hatch that led to the first floor of the Sandiego manor.
First, Devlin headed up through the opening in the polished wooden boards. The floorboards were meticulously polished by late afternoon. Devlin knew Laverna shouldn't be caught in her creamy-colored Victorian nightgown when her mother returned from her abnormal profession.
They began to tiptoe around the quiet manor, the buzz of a vacuum cleaner roared in the distance as Laverna headed to her bedroom.
It wasn’t long till she was returned to her bedroom, She wasn’t sure when her mother would arrive at the manor, She wouldn’t be caught in such an improper state of dress.
She knew her mother would be stern if provided with any sign her daughter was slacking off during the week. Laverna didn't have to ponder if wearing a silky nightdress all day would be a sign of laziness.
She eagerly slipped into a comfortable black and white striped tank top. After searching around her bedroom, she pulled on her faded grey jeans, embellished with jewels along the back pockets. She then slipped into her off-white sneakers and threw her nightgown into the empty hamper.
The ribbons and lace weren't offensively grand to Laverna, who loved being dolled up as the princess of the underworld. Yet, her beloved dolly fashion wasn't explicitly appreciated, when she's supposed to be dutifully studying life science in the private library in about thirty-five minutes.
She steadily marched herself down to the library. The maids were patiently riding up as she passed by them.
“Well, Science is one of my strongest subjects.” Laverna thought to herself as she passed into the threshold of the library.
Devlin occupied a desk in the farthest corner of the room, He was deep into his studies on the pharmaceutical companies that rule the modern medical world. Laverna knew He wanted to be a compounding pharmacist for a long time. Yet, his intense studies of the dark side of modern healthcare caused her some concerns.
She pulled out a thick book on microorganisms from the overloaded bookshelf. The heavy book’s weight felt like she was holding a concrete brick making Laverna smirk.
Laverna passed by Devlin’s table, a mere curious detour to glance at his study materials
Her green eyes flickered across the page reading this paragraph
“Big pharmaceutical companies and unethical doctors can cause significant harm to public health and trust in medicine. Many large pharmaceutical corporations prioritize profits over patient well-being, engaging in practices like price gouging, aggressive marketing of unnecessary or harmful medications, and suppressing research that threatens their financial interests” She raised an eyebrow as she slipped away from her fiance and his book.
After all, her Studying was the most important thing for her to contend with.
“Microorganisms are tinier than the human eye can see. Bacteria and viruses are microorganisms that are harmful to humans, and animals. It’s important to wash your hands and practice good kitchen hygiene to keep pathogens away from you.” She noted down in a notebook as she yawned.
Her gaze darted upwards to the clock covered in brass Roman numerals. The ticking of the clock's mechanisms pinged loudly across the quiet space.
“It’s three-thirty-five, I have approximately twenty minutes till my mother returns from her trip to New Delhi,” she whispered as she went back to writing her report on germ theory. She flipped through the textbook as her studying dragged on by the second.
The familiar sound of high heels joined in the accompaniment to the clock’s ticking. The realization made Laverna sit up straighter. Her back pressed firmly against the woven fabric of the library’s chair. The heels’ shuffling sound quieted before disappearing out of earshot.
She exhaled a breath, which she didn't realize she was holding captive in her lungs as she continued to write on the lined notebook filled with many reports on a myriad of scholarly essays and mathematical ramblings of a strictly homeschooled teenager.
“Group A Streptococcus is a type of bacteria that causes strep throat, I recovered from this bacterial infection a few weeks ago. I received immediate and effective treatment consisting of antibiotics called penicillin, which is one of the world’s oldest medications. Penicillin is made from a mold called Penicillium. If I hadn't taken the penicillin at the times prescribed to me by my doctor. The Group A Streptococcus could’ve worsened into a life-threatening condition.
She sent down her pencil and glanced at Devlin, who was drawing molecules on a scrap piece of paper. It wasn’t long till the heels’ noise returned from another area of the manor.
“So, I have two studious scholars writing their discoveries in their notebooks?” A playful and tired voice rang out breaking the silence of the library.
Laverna pushed her chair back, she stood up with a smile across her face. “Good afternoon, mama. I assume your traveling experience was good as always.” Laverna greeted her mother with a small familial hug.
““Sí, mi princesa, ¿cómo fue tu día?” Carmen replied as the exhaustion of her travels sprung up in subtle mannerisms.
“Mamá, el día de hoy estuvo okay.” Laverna replied as she felt her mother’s familiar hands tilt her head back.
“¿Has estado siguiendo tus estudios y tu salud, hija mía? Tu enfermedad de hace tres semanas todavía me preocupa mucho.” Carmen continued the conversation as she observed her daughter for any lingering signs of disease.
“Sé que es importante seguir con mis estudios y salud. He escrito un informe sobre la faringitis estreptocócica, mamá.” laverna whined.
A friendly subtle smile crossed her mother’s face. “¡Muy bien!” she exclaimed.
“De nada,” Laverna replied as she watched her mother pick up her notebook.
Her mother read the report with a soft scowl before handing the notebook back to her daughter. “Carry on,” Carmen muttered before turning her attention to Devlin.
Laverna returned to reading the book that lay open on the desk.. After all she's heard it her whole life long that knowledge is power.
She believed it to be true, she watched her mother’s commentary on devlin’s molecular sketches with a sense of pride running throughout her. Perhaps, being the daughter of a crime boss wasn't the worst thing on the whole planet.
The rumored heiress of a criminal syndicate lived quietly, tucked away in the shadowy crevices of the world. That’s what Carmen’s henchmen whispered as gossip swirled on the breeze. But every rumor mill holds some truth, buried deep within its sawdust, floating alongside the spiraling blades that cut through the logs of fact and fiction.
She wasn’t a mythical creature like the last unicorn. She wasn’t an unfortunate damsel in distress with the world’s longest blonde hair to throw down from a tower for a good-natured prince with curly, sun-bleached hair to rescue her from her wicked mother’s entanglements.
She wasn’t kept under lock and key. She was one hundred percent free—free from imprisonment or restraints of any kind. No, she was currently nestled beside her fiancée, the eccentric boy genius who preferred the smell of pungent chemicals and the clinking of flasks. He swirled medicinal solutions in glass beakers until late into the cold evening hours.
Tonight was a little different for the pair of arranged lovebirds. Laverna’s emerald eyes were glazed over, like glass, as she lay stiff on the cold metallic surface of the examination table. The warmth of her skin started to cool as the clock ticked down from sixty seconds on Devlin’s stopwatch.
“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with worry. He had every reason to be afraid. “If Carmen walks in right now, just know that I’ll be meeting you six feet under.”
The lifeless body jolted once. Her stomach rippled as she fought back an overwhelming urge to laugh.
“You would think learning to play possum is easy,” she said, her voice cutting through the stillness. “But it’s not nearly as simple as those nocturnal creatures make it seem.”
Devlin stopped his stopwatch with a sigh, his thin rose-colored lips pressing into a frown. His hand tangled into his long, coppery hair in frustration.
“I’d like to inform you that it’s not convincing,” he grumbled. “You only lasted twenty seconds, not a whole minute.”
His critique fell on deaf ears. Laverna wasn’t listening to his rambling on how to improve her pseudo-waltz with the Grim Reaper. She was preoccupied with removing two glossy pieces of curved plastic from her eyeballs. Her nimble, yet surprisingly delicate fingers plucked the deranged lenses from her round eyes.
“Are you even listening to me, Laverna?” Devlin harshly groaned as he watched her nonchalant mannerisms.
Her body shivered in a tense dance as the icy air from the laboratory’s air conditioning blew against her exposed skin. A billion chill bumps sprang up like flowers in the spring on her subtly tanned skin.
It wasn’t long after when she discovered herself swiftly swaddled in his woolen cardigan. The smell of Devlin’s citrus-scented cologne wafted into the sterile air.
“We need to head upstairs. My mother will be arriving home soon from her latest collecting spree of the world’s greatest treasures.” She huffed as if she hadn’t noticed the heartwarming romantic gesture.
She instinctively buried herself deeper into the garment. Her petite form was fully engulfed in the navy-colored knitted wool.
The chivalrous Devlin bowed towards the indifferent heiress, their eyes gazing into each other for a brief moment. Many unspoken words were lingering in the air about their unconventional relationship, and how the world outside of Carmen Sandiego’s infamous games perceived their upcoming matrimony.
There wasn’t any need to speak of their frivolous concerns. This marriage was probably the restraining factor that spiraled into the ignorant ramblings of the lackeys. The lackeys loved to converse over the Sandiego familial matters as if they were a royal family.
Their fingers intertwined together, and she gracefully slipped off the brutally cold examination table. The distance caused her to periodically stumble forward, but Devlin balanced her upright. This routine had been repeated a thousand times.
He escorted her like a knight throughout the labyrinth of medical equipment, the barely eighteen-year-old mad doctor had questionably required. Her soft lambskin house slippers protected her feet from the maliciously chilled concrete.
Up the spiraling staircase, onward to greet the boss with a taste of uncertainty filled their mouths. Devlin’s mind has brewed the same million thoughts since his youth. Where were his parents? Why would they abandon him orphanage-style on the doorstep of an infamous thief? All he had from them was a small family portrait—small enough to fit in a wallet. He had it pinned up on the chalkboard above the loft bed.
Laverna kissed his cheek. “You never know when you’ll meet them again. I wouldn’t fret about it. After all, my mother stumbled upon her father while robbing him.” Laverna chuckled, finding her mother’s unusual situation that unfolded many years ago hilarious.
He rolled his blue eyes in exasperation. She couldn’t understand his melancholy family history. Her only concern was if her mother escaped the authorities in time for dinner.
He smiled softly at her as he opened the hatch that led to the first floor of the Sandiego manor.
First, Devlin headed up through the opening in the polished wooden boards. The floorboards were meticulously polished by late afternoon. Devlin knew Laverna shouldn't be caught in her creamy-colored Victorian nightgown when her mother returned from her abnormal profession.
They began to tiptoe around the quiet manor, the buzz of a vacuum cleaner roared in the distance as Laverna headed to her bedroom.
It wasn’t long till she was returned to her bedroom, She wasn’t sure when her mother would arrive at the manor, She wouldn’t be caught in such an improper state of dress.
She knew her mother would be stern if provided with any sign her daughter was slacking off during the week. Laverna didn't have to ponder if wearing a silky nightdress all day would be a sign of laziness.
She eagerly slipped into a comfortable black and white striped tank top. After searching around her bedroom, she pulled on her faded grey jeans, embellished with jewels along the back pockets. She then slipped into her off-white sneakers and threw her nightgown into the empty hamper.
The ribbons and lace weren't offensively grand to Laverna, who loved being dolled up as the princess of the underworld. Yet, her beloved dolly fashion wasn't explicitly appreciated, when she's supposed to be dutifully studying life science in the private library in about thirty-five minutes.
She steadily marched herself down to the library. The maids were patiently riding up as she passed by them.
“Well, Science is one of my strongest subjects.” Laverna thought to herself as she passed into the threshold of the library.
Devlin occupied a desk in the farthest corner of the room, He was deep into his studies on the pharmaceutical companies that rule the modern medical world. Laverna knew He wanted to be a compounding pharmacist for a long time. Yet, his intense studies of the dark side of modern healthcare caused her some concerns.
She pulled out a thick book on microorganisms from the overloaded bookshelf. The heavy book’s weight felt like she was holding a concrete brick making Laverna smirk.
Laverna passed by Devlin’s table, a mere curious detour to glance at his study materials
Her green eyes flickered across the page reading this paragraph
“Big pharmaceutical companies and unethical doctors can cause significant harm to public health and trust in medicine. Many large pharmaceutical corporations prioritize profits over patient well-being, engaging in practices like price gouging, aggressive marketing of unnecessary or harmful medications, and suppressing research that threatens their financial interests” She raised an eyebrow as she slipped away from her fiance and his book.
After all, her Studying was the most important thing for her to contend with.
“Microorganisms are tinier than the human eye can see. Bacteria and viruses are microorganisms that are harmful to humans, and animals. It’s important to wash your hands and practice good kitchen hygiene to keep pathogens away from you.” She noted down in a notebook as she yawned.
Her gaze darted upwards to the clock covered in brass Roman numerals. The ticking of the clock's mechanisms pinged loudly across the quiet space.
“It’s three-thirty-five, I have approximately twenty minutes till my mother returns from her trip to New Delhi,” she whispered as she went back to writing her report on germ theory. She flipped through the textbook as her studying dragged on by the second.
The familiar sound of high heels joined in the accompaniment to the clock’s ticking. The realization made Laverna sit up straighter. Her back pressed firmly against the woven fabric of the library’s chair. The heels’ shuffling sound quieted before disappearing out of earshot.
She exhaled a breath, which she didn't realize she was holding captive in her lungs as she continued to write on the lined notebook filled with many reports on a myriad of scholarly essays and mathematical ramblings of a strictly homeschooled teenager.
“Group A Streptococcus is a type of bacteria that causes strep throat, I recovered from this bacterial infection a few weeks ago. I received immediate and effective treatment consisting of antibiotics called penicillin, which is one of the world’s oldest medications. Penicillin is made from a mold called Penicillium. If I hadn't taken the penicillin at the times prescribed to me by my doctor. The Group A Streptococcus could’ve worsened into a life-threatening condition.
She sent down her pencil and glanced at Devlin, who was drawing molecules on a scrap piece of paper. It wasn’t long till the heels’ noise returned from another area of the manor.
“So, I have two studious scholars writing their discoveries in their notebooks?” A playful and tired voice rang out breaking the silence of the library.
Laverna pushed her chair back, she stood up with a smile across her face. “Good afternoon, mama. I assume your traveling experience was good as always.” Laverna greeted her mother with a small familial hug.
““Sí, mi princesa, ¿cómo fue tu día?” Carmen replied as the exhaustion of her travels sprung up in subtle mannerisms.
“Mamá, el día de hoy estuvo okay.” Laverna replied as she felt her mother’s familiar hands tilt her head back.
“¿Has estado siguiendo tus estudios y tu salud, hija mía? Tu enfermedad de hace tres semanas todavía me preocupa mucho.” Carmen continued the conversation as she observed her daughter for any lingering signs of disease.
“Sé que es importante seguir con mis estudios y salud. He escrito un informe sobre la faringitis estreptocócica, mamá.” laverna whined.
A friendly subtle smile crossed her mother’s face. “¡Muy bien!” she exclaimed.
“De nada,” Laverna replied as she watched her mother pick up her notebook.
Her mother read the report with a soft scowl before handing the notebook back to her daughter. “Carry on,” Carmen muttered before turning her attention to Devlin.
Laverna returned to reading the book that lay open on the desk.. After all she's heard it her whole life long that knowledge is power.
She believed it to be true, she watched her mother’s commentary on devlin’s molecular sketches with a sense of pride running throughout her. Perhaps, being the daughter of a crime boss wasn't the worst thing on the whole planet.
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