OK, here's the next little bit of this one. Next I'm thinking will be the "A Game In The Maze" story I'm doing with Jade Midnight (I should have done that a while ago now but this has been on my computer for a while without me realising it) and then mabe a bit more of "I Wanna Play A Game". Then, here's where I need your help, should I work more on "Circus de Decés (or whatever)" or should I start a new story? So tell me in the comments or PM. Whatever, just so long as you help me.
"Wow." Valkyrie and Fletcher sat on her sofa watching the credits role slowly up the huge TV to dramatic music. The two of them sat there stunned just staring at the screen, not quite believing what they'd just witnessed. Finally, after they'd sat looking blankly at a black screen for a few moments cleared her throat to speak.
"Well, that sucked." They'd just watched 'The Blair Witch Project', and they were now scarred for life. "No but that really sucked."
"Sorry, my Dad said it was one of the best horror films ever."
"He was wrong."
"I know. The voodoo things were kindda cool though."
"No," Valkyrie remembered her own dream whisperer that Cassandra Pharos had given her, the one that told her her future. As such, she didn't like them much. "No they weren't"
He gave her a funny look, not really understanding what she meant. She'd not told him about her dream or the whole Darquesse business, if he didn't know about it she could feel just a bit more normal. "Ok, what do you want to watch now then?"
"Erm, Life of Brian?"
"Yeah that's funny."
This time when the credits started rolling the two of them were laughing so hard.
"Oh man, Monty Python, seriously, they make me proud to be British." Fletcher said once they'd calmed down.
"Yup, but one of them is American."
"Oh yeah, he's my favourite."
"Really, mine's Michael Palin."
"Why?"
"He's just generally the coolest."
"No John Cleese is the best."
"No, and I though you're favourite was Terry Gilliam?"
"That was so 5 seconds ago." He put on a lisp and with it did the little camp hand motion. She laughed.
"Palin is still the best."
"Cleese."
"Palin!"
"Cleese! At least he did something after Monty Python. Faulty Towers was epic."
She had admit to that. "True, true. But Michael did Ripping Yarns which was so funny."
"There is only one way to settle this affair-ˮ
"If you would shed your yellow take my hand!" She sang tunelessly.
"-is with a tickle fight to the death!" Then he lunged at her and she shrieked as he began tickling her.
He was right next to the window. Looking in.
If either one of them looked in his direction, they would see him in an instance, so he had to be careful.
The boy was on her, the teleporter. He hated that, how he could just be so close to her, and not have to be careful. Not have to use every once of his strength to not just go for her throat and rip her to shreds.
But for that he was thankful, that she could be safe with him.
But soon she could be safe with him, permanently.
Kenspeckle's mixture only worked so long as he remembered to take it, but he'd found a way to change all that, it was all quite obvious really.
But for now he would make do with this, these precious stolen memories of her that would stay with him forever.
But he wanted to be known. She must have got his gift by now.
He raised an old Polaroid camera and pressed the button. It flashed brightly, brighter than he'd expected, he ducked down behind the window ledge his superior reflexes not letting him down, as usual. He waited a moment before taking a tentative glance.
They hadn't even looked up, too busy doing…well stuff that made him want to run in there and rip out Fletcher's throat, but Valkyrie wouldn't like that.
He almost laughed at how easy it was to get this close to her. She'd always thought how good a job she did of keeping her family from all of this.
She was wrong.
He'd been to her house so many times, watching the reflection casually living out Valkyrie's life for her, looking in through the window as her little sister began to grow, listening in on her parent's conversations and gazing in on the rare occasions that she would turn up and stay with them.
He held up his old camera again and took another photo, and another.
It was his new hobby, photography.
Something he did everyday, but they were very similar in the fact they all had one thing in common.
Her.
Getting a bit creepier now? I hope so.
IT HAS BEGUN! You've heard of the Valduggery/Fletchyrie wars but now its...the Palin/Cleese wars! Who's your favourite Python? Mine's Michael Palin :3
