Do I have to put the law on you baby
For all the wicked things you do?
Am I gonna have to put the law on you baby?
That was not what I wanted to do
Originally she started to pursue to him because of all the attention he had given Her. It wasn't right for Her to receive all the attention. What did She have that she didn't? They were both pretty, they where both outgoing (at the time), and they both spent time with him. All three laughed and talked and planned where they would all be years from now...
It had to be the fencing. It just had to be. She had the unfair advantage of that physical contact, that raw fluid emotion between the two, battling for points. The thrusts, the jerks, the intimacy of studying your opponent. They might as well have been having sex right in front of her!
So she had to do something. She just had to.
Do I have to put the law on you baby
To try and make you come out clean for every evil deed?
You're just about the lowest and the dirtiest thing
I've ever seen
She had heard the rumors when the locket first appeared. That he was inside it. She asked her once what was inside it, all the while sitting on his lap. Is it a family member? She asked. No was the answer. Is it a lock of hair? She asked. No was again the answer. Is it a friend? She asked. A pause. No was the answer. Is it a lover? She asked. Silence was the answer. So a lover! She exclaimed. No...not a lover...was the answer, all while She was holding it close, grasped firmly in her hand, as if those long, thin, calloused fingers could hold the precious secret inside.
It was two days after the questioning, sneaking into the locker room while She showered, when she got the answer. Staring at the picture inside the open locket she felt her stomach retch. How could She! How dare She! To think she considered Her a friend at one time!
She heard the shower turn off. Dropping the vile object to the floor she ran out of the locker room. She went home to shower. She felt violated, dirty, and used. To think She thought of her...no, no. She didn't want to actually know what She thought of her or how She thought of her.
She would get Her back for this.
Did you really think you could pull it off
The perfect crime, crime of the heart?
Do you really think that you'll get away
Do the crime and never ever pay?
Originally she started to pursue to him because of all the attention he had given Her. Now her reason was different. It was to prove to Her that she will never be Hers. It would be her silent war against Her. She will let Her sit and suffer. She will bend Her to her needs. She will play Her like she had played him.
Do I have to put the law out on you baby
Lock you up and throw away the key
For the countless counts of low down double-cross you've been about
Have you no decency?
After he was gone she had to find a new way to fight her war. Over the years this had become her main past time. Every time She could possibly find something or someone to occupy Her time with she started to play Her. Can you come over to help with this project? You have a good eye for fashion...how does this look?
You... You... You....Me...Me....Mine...
She would always just clasp the locket and sigh.
Did you really think that you could pull it off
The perfect crime, crime of the heart?
Did you really think that you'll get away
Escape my justice until your dying day?
There was one afternoon, after the transfer to the prestigious academy (both had gone..she wouldn't let Her leave alone) where She had the courage to say no.
No? She asked. No, I can't help you today was the answer. She drew in closer. No? She asked again, this time leaning in closer to Her ear, lips barely touching strands of hair. ...No...I have something else to do...was the strained answer. She played with Her shoulders, Her upper arm, Her neck. Are you sure? She asked, this time it seemed a little closer, her voice a little quieter, a little more needing. You haven't even heard my request...
Though you made it clear from the very start
There was no trusting you with my foolish heart
Though you maybe made it clear that didn't make it right
Was is it that you want? She asked.
He had handed her the ring that afternoon they arrived. He asked her to do him a favor. He was beautiful and she couldn't say no.
If she couldn't say no, then She couldn't say no.
She played with the clasp of the chain, the cold addition sliding down to rest with the locket.
Prove to me. She said. Prove to me miracles do exist.
The next day She joined the games.
Do you really think you'll get away?
You can't escape my justice 'til my dying day
