Kate Middleton and Revision Girl Against the World
In the twilit halls of Rydell High two lonesome ladies, young and sprightly, sidled along, fingers entwined. The light faded as they erupted through the oaken doors, the gust of crisp, cold air swishing their hair as they went, and the sinking sun hid like a scared child behind a violet cloud. The dusk air was moist and cloying. They pulled their matching leather jackets tighter about their slender, yet thickly muscled waists, and shivered simultaneously.
"It's getting colder..." sighed Revision Girl. Kate turned to her, face straight as a plank and said, in a corny Northern accent "Winter is comin'". They both chuckled.
The girls had stayed behind after lessons to revise for an upcoming test on Royal Etiquette. They were so alike, and yet so different. Both were slender yet curvaceous, their hips gently swaying as they strutted across the cobbled pathway lined with luscious evergreens, towards their dormitory on the other side of campus. Kate was the tallest, but with a smile that, if directed at you, would make you feel ten feet tall, or 304.8 centimeters approximately. She dressed in dark lace. Her shiny brunette locks swung in time with the branches of the maples, shrouded in shadow, as they wandered in to the sparsely lit park.
Every hint of sunset had disappeared, the waxing gibbous moon now presiding over the sky, an Emperor surveying it's kingdom. It gazed upon Revision Girl, and the wind whistled softly like the moonlight fell upon the virgin's flaxen hair. It curled prettily at the ends and fell well past her shoulders. The tip of her nose and the smooth nectarines that were her cheeks had a rosy glow.
Although innocent-looking, the girl was always alert, and her nose twitched frantically.
"I smell foul play..." she uttered, sniffing the air inquisitively. Her spy instincts kicked in as she dropped to her knees, not caring that her cat stockings were becoming soiled, and searched the path for clues. Kate readied her katana and scanned the horizon. They heard a twig snap to their right and, after giggling at the cliché, snapped their heads in the sound's direction.
"Load your bow, Rev." hissed Kate.
Rev selected an arrow, with a particularly deadly chunk of OCR Chemistry Revision Guide attached, and aimed in the direction of the noise. The figure appeared like you fall asleep, gradually at first, then all at once. Kate gave a shriek and popped out yet another Prince in her panic, much like a surprised hen laying an egg. A sultry, sulky moan resonated distantly, most likely Prince Harry realising he was even further away from becoming heir. She scooped up the infant quickly and added it to her collection that she kept in her handbag.
The figure was cloaked in darkness, darker than any shadow in the park, and both of the women took a step back as it approached. It's voice was cracked and harsh, barely above a whisper. "Draw if you be men!" it sneered. In that moment of awkwardness, as the being realised its mistake, the girls dashed forward, striking it deftly with arrow and sword, fighting side by side. The figure disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, slaloming between ancient trees, bumping in to most, away in to the night, a trail of dark red blood oozing from unseen wounds.
Rev and Kate took a shaky breath, but could not allow themselves to feel relief. They both sensed that something was deeply, worryingly wrong, and knew that their battle against the darkness had only just begun.
