Exposing the Double
P.S. : I still own nothing *pouts some more*
The soft red lips were pulled back in a grimace of barely controlled anger.
"I don't want anymore witnesses, do you understand me? I don't need any more gossip. Everyone and their mother saw you last time"
The melodic voice hissed. The person in the red coat nodded dutifully
"Why do you always destroy me?"
A replica of the melodic voice asked.
"Because that's life. It's either you or me and it will always be me"
The silver nails made a shooing motion as the clear blue eyes rolled.
"Have fun! You know I would"
The seventeen year old girl stretched in the old yet perfect looking velvet armchair. All would be over in five hours.
Exactly 1 minute after landing, the doors of the small plane were opened. A figure clad in a red coat appeared. RedCoat walked through the dense forest as if they glided on the muddy ground.
RedCoat walked straight the few yards that would guide them to the wooden house. If the being had the liberty to think for itself, it would compare the trek to that of Little Red Riding Hood to her grandmother's house in the woods. Only there was no Hunter to save the little girls now.
Feeling nothing over the hot flames that burned the long hair and marred the beautiful face, RedCoat grabbed the four girls and tossed them out of the burning house as if they were weightless.
RedCoat didn't care if it was being seen. It was on a mission.
RedCoat saved the girls.
RedCoat hurt the neighborhood psycho.
RedCoat let the intruders leave unharmed.
RedCoat pulled the thin black phone from the raincoats pocket and dialed the number from the piece of paper.
"It is done"
The melodic voice came from its red lips. Finished with its task, RedCoat pulled the old time picture negative from another pocket and went into the burning building. The mindless being held the negative to the hungry fire and watched as it burned. Once the negative was burned completely, the being inside the red coat was no more. All that remained in the house was the burnt red coat. The slick black cell phone and the beady bracelet returned, as if by magic to the hands of the owner of the silver nails the silver nails clasped the protective bracelet back on the right wrist. The soft red lips curled to a smile. The clear blue eyes were dancing with mirth as the seventeen year old girl looked at the mirror.
"I win"
And she would continue to win as long as the three sheep... ahem "owners"... of 'Curious Goods' were busy chasing the cursed antiques her grandfather had sold.
Oh yes, you can't kill Alison DiLaurentis so easily... not when she holds all the cards.
The end
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