A Chicken Run Fan fiction
"The Will of Mrs. Tweedy"
"Love. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
a man in pajamas inquired as he looked beyond the mirror he had been staring in to the woman behind him exiting the shower room in her robe.
"I don't exactly have a choice in the matter." She answered bluntly without much emotion in her voice as she began to recline on the bed.
"So you don't really want to? you know marry me?" The man prodded now looking deep into his own eyes again.
"Listen...Its not that I don't love you, I adore you. My family is very well known and prestigious." She looked downward to her rounded figure. "If I were to come out of no where bearing a child to my parents they'd disown me I'm sure." She eyed towards him "However since they know I'm marrying such a charming man it'll come as no surprise, I were to have a child."
"Yeah. I know" He chuckled to himself he wasn't use to compliments just yet.
"Besides they already agreed to pay for the wedding can't back down now."
He winced turning to her. "About that...but isn't a shame you aren't marrying an already made man?"
"Trust me, Dylan I wasn't looking for a rich man. I was looking for a good man. My family is plenty wealthy and whatever work you end up doing will serve to pay the phone bill."
Dylan blushed and sighed the last years hadn't been well for him, except for the fact he met Ms. Claire Tweedy here. A wonderful woman who happened to be the future heir to the Tweedy Farms empire specializing in poultry packaged foods across the country.
The two retired to bed and slept hopeful and happy for their future marriage together and their future child.
The phone rang loudly disrupting Claire from her slumber as her future husband laid still like a rock. He was harder to awaken than her. She was trained almost at birth to awake bright and early to do her duties helping her mother and father around the farm. She darted up and walked over to the phone nearby and promptly answered.
"Tweedy residence, Claire speaking." she said as politely as she could being awoken so early by a loud ringing.
"Ms. Tweedy." A boisterous and calm sounding man said.
"Uh- Yes this is she. Claire Tweedy speaking."
"This is rather upsetting news Ms. Tweedy so please sit down."
She raised an eyebrow a little irritated. "I think I quite like standing. You can go on."
"Fine, so be it. I'll get to it then. Your mother, Melisha Tweedy has passed on this morning madam."
Claire let a little gasp escape from her as she turned her face to the window out at the sunny sky. Her mother passed? She was still in the prime of her life, stronger and far more active than her even. She thought this wasn't something that would happen for at least 10 more years...she was in shock and disbelief.
"And what exactly makes you think that sir? Who am I even speaking to?"
"A police officer Ms. Tweedy. I am at your mother's farm..." Claire could hear the man talking to someone else outside of the call.
"And who is that?"
"Your father Mr. Tweedy. He is acting rather strangely."
"Put my father on I want to talk to father." she demanded speaking very fast. She could hear a rustle in the background and a heavy breathing on the line now. "Daddy what has happened, answer me now please."
"I'm telling you princess it was the chickens!" He shouted over the phone frantically, he sounded almost like a completely different person. Not like how father usually sounded to her. She shook her head.
"Daddy speak slower and stop speaking like that." Another rustle over the phone this time it sounded more aggressive.
"Please princess, no one here is believing me, you have to do something, those chickens! Those chickens escaped and killed your mother!" She didn't want to hear anymore. Clearly her father had gone crackers on her while she was away.
"Ma'am we are suspecting your father had something to do with your mother's death. She was crushed by a wall that was supporting the farm. The whole farm has been destroyed as well, like some kind of bomb went of."
Claire collapsed to the nearby chair grasping her forehead mouth agape...Just what had happened while she was away?
A/N: This story has been rattling in my brain for a week or so now and I wrote this few days back after composing a little music pondering Mrs. Tweedy's ambiguous end in the movie. If their is enough of a response I'll share my story. Otherwise I'll keep it to myself. Thank you for reading.