AN: Thank you, I had a wonderful birthday! And I hope you all liked that little twist! Things are about to get complicated, though, so I hope your interest in the story is still decent!
"James, no," Christine said, standing in her dark living room, "Don't you think we've done enough? I never meant for anyone to get hurt, let alone killed."
"Enough? Enough? We've done enough? He tore your heart out Chris, when do you think repayment for that will be enough?"
"Never," she replied quietly, "but I didn't mean for Gardener to die. I wanted Anne to suffer for her whoring, but I didn't want her lover erased completely."
"You know what happened," James said, voice hard, "It went wrong. I had no choice but to do it."
"But we have a choice now, James," Christine said in a soothing voice, "we can stop. No one will ever find us. We can leave and go somewhere safe; somewhere we can live until we are old and grey."
"What is this about?" James demanded, eyes lit with an angry spark, "Not three days ago you wanted to rip his heart out with your bare hands, now you want to leave him alone?"
"It was before I knew I was pregnant."
James practically flew at her, shaking her shoulders violently, "Whose child?" It sounded menacing.
"Yours," she replied, eyes large with fright, "I haven't been with Gil for weeks, and if I were with his child I would have known sooner. You're—you're going to be a father, James." His hands went slack on her shoulders, and he looked lost.
"Then we have but one thing to do before we make our getaway, my darling."
Short, wretched, and… what do you think? Cliffhanger, yah, I'm evil…