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A/N I can't help myself any longer. I just had to type this scene out!
"So, you're the chosen ones?"
Michelle glared. Ashley opened her mouth, and sneered, "Yeah. So what if we are?"
The boy rolled his eyes. "Steve."
"Igig, Boss told us specifically not to-"
"Steve." The said boy glared as Michelle did when the apparently more cocky boy pressured him.
"Look, just because you're a favorite to Boss, doesn't mean you're my superior. I'm the same rank, general," Stevie looked over, avoiding Michelle's black eyes, passing over Ashley's mocha, and lingered on Kylee's for a second. "And just because you're having problem with your love life doesn't mean-"
Mr. Cocky scoffed. "Whatever. I'll do it myself." He motioned a Level 2 to release Kylee. Another released Michelle. Ashley was left dangling in the chains. The group was just about to leave, when Ashley's voice was heard.
"Hey, do you really think it's smart to just leave me here, alone?" A light in her eyes shone. "You don't know what I'm capable of, Igig," she barked. Fingers wrapped themselves around Kylee's hancuffed wrists as Igig turned, looking at the impertinent girl. "And you don't know what I'm capable of, either, Ms. Smith. Besides, OCA's VP will be here to... greet you."
Ashley's face didn't move. The fire still burned powerfully in her expression. He snickered. "Good luck."
"Who are you?"
"The name's Rover. And I'm your counterpart."
"My what?" A strange face.
"Your counterpart." A familar smile.
"...f*ck me."
A grin. "Gladly. But not now, I have to get information out of you." The sound of a a case being snapped shut. The glisten of a pair of glasses.
"Really?"
"Really."
"And if I refuse?"
"... let's strike a deal, shall we? A game, better yet." A raised eyebrow.
"If you can figure out my real name from the clues I give you, I'll let you go. But if you can't..." A gun from nowhere. "I'll show you why they call me Red Rover. Deal?" Cocky.
He's the boy from before.
"Deal."
"...Steve?"
"..."
"So you are alive," tears, "I knew it. I wasn't crazy!"
"... you never were."
"But why? Why... didn't you leave me a note? A clue? Something! Anything to tell me you were alive!"
"...I never thought I would see you again," regret, "...and especially not as my sworn enemy."
"What? Stevie," that nickname, "what do you mean by that?"
His blank look, and a sad, sad, empty stare. "Michelle," a mask of poison, "I'm going to have to kill you."
"Stevie, still isn't you. Don't do this." Desparation.
Don't look at me that way. I can barely stand in front of you, let alone hold your demise in my hand.
"Die."
"STEVE!"
And as the door opened, Ashley could feel the pines killing her already.
"Good evening, Ashley."
Eye wide open, a tear threatening to fall. Betrayal written in feelings.
"You..."
"Say goodbye, Ashley. See you in hell."
A scream.
Running.
Pain.
"ARRRRRRRGGHHH!"
The eyes of murder in pitless orange.
Running. Thinking.
A roar of Garloash.
Oh God, tears biting his eyes. I don't want to die. I still have so much to do. Running. Running. Wind snapping.
I still have to apologize.
Stop. Turn.
I can't back down now. Not after everything I've done.
"O, Orb of Fire, grant me light,
And give this wrong one the gift of sight.
Burning strong, orb of holy blaze,
With this one, this evil craze,"
"DIE, KEEPER!"
"...as I pledge to be honorable, and true,
Bring the fire in and let wrong start anew,
With the cinders that bring the world back to life,
Let the right shine in, and rid the world this strife!"
 Ukeire · Thu Mar 05, 2009 @ 07:22am · 1 Comments |
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