From London With Love
Chapter Eight: Twister is a dangerous game
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Rudolph's POV:
Sounds of disaster and mishap woke me up from my short slumber. The banging could be heard throughout the usually quiet mansion. What in the world? Picking myself up from my now messy bed, I poked my head out of my bedroom to catch Anna flashing across with what seemed like a board game box.
I questioned tiredly, "Anna, what are you up to?"
My sister stopped in her tracks as if she didn't want anyone to see her, "Oh nothing brother, nothing that concerns you, go back to your awaited slumber and dream about fictional characters!" The sometimes reckless blonde hid the box behind her back.
Not buying anything she said, I advanced towards her and grabbed the box before she could even protest or escape. Her pout that was used many times on father and mother appeared across his young flawless face.
"What are you doing with twister?" The words spread greatly (and rather obnoxiously) upon the bright blue surface. Anna did not reply, throwing herself at my neck and hung on it like a monkey in a jungle. Oh no. It seems that I have fallen in her tricks once again! She probably couldn't find anyone else to play the game with her and I'm a perfect target. Now that my dear sister has gotten her clutches around me, there is no way she is letting go until I give into her childish demands.
Anna requested sweetly, "Will you play with me brother? I tied Gregory up downstairs, so he can play too!" Upon her information, an angry scream echoed from the living room. Looks like she is not lying.
I attempted to pry her off, "Now how exactly did you get the famous Gregory Sackville-Bagg into a chair contained without being attacked?"
A wicked smile practically gave me my answer, "I did it when he was sleeping. It's easier that way!" Finally releasing her tight told on me, Anna jumped down and decided to grab my hand instead. "Come on! This is going to be so fun!" She dragged me down the stairs, with me nearly tripping and bumping my knees against the walls.
True to her word, Gregory was strapped to a wooden chair by poorly tied knots. I'm surprised he didn't break himself out by now. A part of me just wanted to free my older brother and then together we could simply lock Anna in the bathroom and go on with our business. However, I, Rudolph Sackville-Bagg is not made to be bad. Note my bittersweet tone...sometimes I wish I could be like Gregory. Perhaps I have too much feelings.
Gregory growled, "Get me out of here."
I shook my head, "Sorry, but I was captured as well."
Anna ripped open the game board box, giggling evilly. Both Gregory and I watched her struggle to place the mat on the floor before taking the spinner with her sneaky fingers. Jumping back on her feet, she smiled and pointed towards me. Oh no...
"You go first!"
Just bloody brilliant.
Gregory teased, "Yeah, Rudolph, go first."
I glared at him before waiting for Anna to decide my fate. She spun the spinner rather quickly and before I knew it, the arrow had landed on red.
Anna practically squealed, "Right hand on red!"
Sighing, I did as I was told, kneeling over to place my slender hand on the a red circle. Gregory snickered behind me, most likely amused that I was bent over. I felt a swift kick to my backside which caused my knees to buckle and fall.
"No standing!" The blonde kidnapper ordered.
Gregory stated, "You know, I can't play if I'm stuck in this chair." He smirked, as if he knew he was going to get out of this slow torture. Yeah right, if I have to play, so does he.
Anna disagreed, "Nonsense brother!" Taking another crack at the spinner, it landed on blue. She proceeded to glide over to where Gregory was trapped and did something unthinkable.
Thud.
I can't believe she actually did that. My face was planted against the white mat in utter disbelief. You see, Anna had pushed Gregory over (still in the chair) and of course, right onto me. My older brother was growling and biting at my hair to break free although it was no use. Just when I thought today was going to be seemingly normal, I'm here laying face first onto the ground with the weight of Gregory and a chair on my back.
"Now it's my turn!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gregory and I screamed in fear.
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Mother elegantly dapped her pink lips with a napkin towards the end of dinner, "How was your day darlings?" Father looked up in expectation, most likely wanting to hear that we didn't get ourselves into trouble.
Gregory scowled, I winced and Anna grinned from ear to ear.
"It was absolutely amazing, mother!' She hopped up and down in her red velvety seat. Sure, it was amazing for her, however for her two older brothers...what a different story.
Father nodded towards me, "I expect you took good care of your little sister while we were out, isn't that correct?"
Wanting to rip my hair out, I only nodded before sliding my fork across my almost empty plate. For the past couple days, I spoken very little to my parents. I know they think I'm going crazy because of the random outbursts about the stone and memories. The stone had shown me another present scene with Elizabeth cleaning her room. I was up all night just watching. Sigh. It makes me feel like one of those pathetic criminals you would see on television for peeking at underage girls completely exposed. Not that Elizabeth was naked! Oh..no...she wasn't...no, I'm not disappointed or anything! I need to stop thinking.
I must have started blushing for Mother placed a comforting hand over mine, "Is there something wrong Rudolph dear?"
"No, mother, I was just thinking."
Gregory laughed, "About your make believe girlfriend? Or maybe boyfriend, I'm not very sure you swing for the other team."
Father glared at the elder son, who returned it with a more challenging one.
Anna piped, "I don't think Rudolph is gay!"
Mother exclaimed, "Anna!"
"Sorry mother..."
Attention was returned to me almost immediately, "Rudolph, I checked the mail this afternoon and it looks like you got a letter from your pen pal." She slid the letter across the table. Smiling slightly, I thanked her and pocketed it.
Nothing more was said throughout dinner. After helping Mother clean up, I excused myself to my bedroom where I would probably stay for the rest of the night.
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The stone was not where I had placed it a few hours before. My quick suspicious said that Anna must have snuck in and stole it. My tired legs refused to move to go find out. Perhaps I just placed in back in it's original hiding place for another time...that's probably it. Heavy eyelids began to close on my perfect vision. Sleep was slowly creeping on me. I had no determination to fight this sensation.
A sudden realization hit me before I could fully drift into dream land. The letter from Amelia! Chuckling to myself, I bid sleep a rain check and took out the now crumbled letter. I didn't even get the chance to tear open the sealing because my bedroom door flung open.
Gregory was standing there, completely wide eyed.
I asked, "What is wrong brother?"
He didn't reply for a long time, staring straight ahead as if he saw something he didn't want to witness. It wasn't until a few minutes later I noticed the stone in his gloved hand. I gasped and hurried over to him.
"What are you doing with that? Give it here! Gregory?"
Finally, after what seemed like three centuries (haha very funny...), Gregory focused on me and announced, "I remember everything."
A/N: Da da da da da...dum.
