Disclaimer: I am a dirt poor 16 yr old girl who works for minimum wage at McDonalds… do I sound like the kind of person to own the rights to a immensely successful book series? (I don't, by the way. In case you were going to argue the 'eccentric rich person' case :D.)
My first switch to a different fandom – and at a non-oneshot story… this is a bit of a double-whammy of newness isn't it? Anyway my point is: Please review, and although I don't really care if you play nice… if you do decide to flame, please, for the love of gods, do it eloquently.
This story is predominately based around an OC. Not only around an OC, but predominantly… Anyways just get over it :P
Also, as it this is a bit of a whodunit kind of mystery, and as the story progresses I'd love to hear your guesses on who the killer is :D To help you I will be scattering in a few clues that will be underlined like this. If you're really hardcore you can write them down as they appear, because they will help you figure out who the killer is. I maaay decide to throw in a few false clues so that you have to work and figure out which ones are true and which are false, if I do decide to do that I will let you know :D
That was… long. Sorry about that. Anyway, onto what you're here for!
Chasing Butterflies
"You do realise what you've done, don't you?"
The wizened woman sat back in her chair, a few stray curls twisting at her temples. Her long fingers clicked on the wooden arm pointedly, as she stared down the cloaked figure kneeling at the base of the chair. Dark eyes met darker for a moment, before the kneeling one finally shied away – turning his gaze to a flickering candle in the corner.
"I… I stand by my decision."
"Do you now? How very… attached of you. Though I suppose you already realise what this means – you have never been the type to run into stupidly thought out choices."
There was a slight giggle in the corner from a girl perched on a low stool, pulling at a loose strand in her wine coloured dress. Her nails cast thin claws onto the wall as she yanked at the strand; smiling as the hem slowly uncoiled and spilt guts of thread onto the floor. "We already know the answer dearies. After all, nothing escapes us… not even him!"
An older woman curled up next to the girl smiled. The lines around her mouth bent as her eyes glittered. "Naughty boy, breaking our rules. We'll have to punish you, won't we?" Her blue eyes flicked to the oldest one on the chair for reassurance.
"We all know that I am out of your jurisdiction, sisters." The cloaked figure smiled as he spoke. Slowly and defiantly, he raised his eyes to meet all of theirs, his mouth twisting upwards. "After all, I am the eldest of the four of us."
The three women stiffened. "You will wish that you hadn't crossed us…" The oldest sister murmured, leaning forward and casting her stretched shadow onto the wall. "You are not invincible, as much as you consider yourself to be. And neither is she."
The man slowly stood, lifting himself to his full height. "If you touch her, sisters… You will die."
The oldest woman smiled, reaching a gnarled hand into her pocket and drawing out a silver pair of scissors. Opening them with a practiced flick of the wrist, she sliced at the air in front of her with a deadly hiss. "But brother… we don't have to touch her, do we?" The three sisters erupted into shrill laughter, their faces twisting like carnival clowns'.
The cloaked man said nothing. Shaking his hand slightly he turned, his cloak whispering against the cold stone. "Is that all you wished to say?"
The middle sister grinned. "Those are our last words to you, brother."
Not bothering to respond, the brother shrugged his shoulders and disappeared, off to see his next client. Business does pick up during summer, after all.
The moment he was gone, the youngest sister sighed, cradling her head in her hands. "She will not be pleased…" She moaned, pulling at her blonde hair in despair.
"He will not listen to reason, sisters. He is too far gone… She will understand that we are not able to sway him when he is in such a state as this. And over a child, no less! Bah. I miss the days when our brother was more… himself." The oldest sister melted in her chair, closing her deep black eyes.
"But you are right, Clotho. She will certainly not be pleased."
I realise it's only a short prologue but… Review, Rinse* and Repeat?
*By the way if you actually do dunk your computer underwater just cause I said you should… I take no responsibility for your actions. *coughcough* baaa. Joking, I love you~~~ Long as you review, that is. Otherwise, it's more of a lukewarm like.
