Next chapter! I'm about to leave to pick up my new school schedule, so wish me luck that I got my classes I wanted. Yay! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still don't own the fallen serious.
Luce gazed down curiously at the dolls in front of her. They were so odd, each seemed to have their own personality and story, including the doll in Luce's hands.
"I wanna be Arriane!" Lucy declared, jumping up onto her feet and crossing her arms over her chest.
"No you don't," Ellie replied a matter of factly. "You want to be Gabbe,"
"No I don't," Lucy cried, still gazing at her sister ferociously.
"Yes you do," Her sister explained, turning towards Lucinda. "Whenever we play she always picks Arianne and then I get Gabbe and she wants to trade. It's a waste of time,"
Luce smiled slightly at the two bickering girls, wishing for not the first time that she had a sister of her own, or even a brother. It was sad being an only child.
"Okay, fine," Lucy said sadly, even though Luce saw a light brighten in her eyes as she reached for the golden haired doll wearing a pink sweater and flowered skirt.
Ellie smiled, grabbing the dark haired girl wearing a pair of dark overalls and whose short hair was pulled into two pig tails.
"Okay," Ellie asked crossing her legs and turning towards Luce. "Who do you want to be?"
Luce gazed down at the remaining people; the boy with the dread locks looked interesting, as did the girl with bright pink hair. The remaining girl with bleach blond hair looked like an angry pixie, so Luce chose the boy with black hair and green eyes.
Hmm, Luce thought. Kind of like….
"Can I have Annabelle?" Lucy asked, interrupting Luce's thoughts.
Ellie nodded passing over the leggy doll with pink hair and grabbing the boy with black and gold dread locks, his skin like coffee with a bit of cream in it.
"Lucy, you be Molly, okay?" Ellie asked, picking up the doll with bleached blonder hair.
Lucy sighed. "Do I have to?"
"Luce doesn't know how to be her," Ellie explained, and Luce dropped her gaze. She didn't know how to be any of the people I this story, and she didn't know the dolls she had.
"What about him?" Luce asked, gesturing to the golden haired boy, who resembled another person she knew.
"I'll be him," Ellie said with a smile, taking the remaining doll.
"Who do I have?" Luce asked looking down at the two dark haired toys she was going to be playing with.
"You have Lucinda and Cam," Lucy said with a smile.
"Lucinda?" Luce wondered, looking down at the doll in her hands.
"Yeah," Ellie explained. "The dolls are named after people in our favorite story our parents tell us," She picked up the tiny girl and the boy with dread locks. "This is Arriane and Roland."
She gestured to her sister who was arranging the dolls in size order. First the pink haired, then the bleach blonde and the wholesome looking blonde. "That's Annabelle, Molly, and Gabbe,"
"Who's that?" Luce asked looking down at the doll that lay in front of Ellie,"
"Dani," Ellie replied swiftly, giving her sister a narrow glare as she opened her mouth.
"Dani," Luce repeated. At least it's not Daniel, she thought.
"Ready?" Ellie asked, picking up cam and Lucinda from Luce's hands and placing them on the ground in front of her. She put Luce in the middle and cam on the right of her, with a few inches of space. She placed Roland next to Cam and the Arriane on Lucinda's left, with a few more inches of space.
Lucy followed suit, putting Annabelle next to Arriane and Gabbe next to her and then Molly next to Roland. Finally there were three on one side of Luce, three on the other side, and then Ellie put Daniel next to the girl with long dark hair.
"Why are they like that?" Luce wondered, to no one in particular.
"Three on the good side three on the bad," Lucy replied gravely.
Luce cocked her head to the side. "Then, why are they in the middle?" Luce asked pointing down at the two in the middle.
"Because, they love each other," Ellie said a matter of factly turning to Luce with a curious expression. "You…you don't know the story, do you?"
Luce shook her head. "What story?"
Ellie sighed, uncrossing her legs and pulling him under her and turned to her sister. "We're going to have to wait to paly dolls, Lu."
Lucy nodded. "Okay,"
. . .
"I still cannot believe that you're using them to tell Luce to be careful," Annabelle said shocked, crossing her arms over herself as if to fight against the cold.
"How else are we going to do it?" Arriane wondered, turning towards her angelic friend. "We can't technically tell her anything."
"I know," Annabelle replied softly, gazing down as they watched the girl they'd known for so many years, so many lives be told the story that they'd all lived. That they'd all remembered.
"She might not even believe it, you know," Annabelle pointed out, instantly hating the words as they passed her pink lips.
Arriane sighed, giving the girl a long sideways look, wanting to tell her friend that she would. Wanting to reassure her that they would be alright, that Lucinda would make the right decision. But she honestly didn't know.
"I know," Arriane whispered, pulling her legs close to her body and her wings as well. "Well…"
"What?" Annabelle thought out loud softly.
"If she doesn't believe their story…" Arriane wondered, straightening up slightly. Alert. Aware. "There might be someone, someone who Luce might listen to."
"Who?" Annabelle asked, pulling a lock of pink hair behind her ear.
"An angel with a little bit of a demon in her," Arriane replied, standing up and extending her wings. "We better hurry if we want to get her before Luce falls asleep.
Okay, who is Arriane talking about? Any guesses? Please, please, review!