I Dreamed of Angels
Part Three C
"I wanted black ornaments with red fire,
not blue."
The words were said with such coolness that
the servants surrounding the boy did not know what to expect. Considering
recent events involving their young master, they thought that it would be better
that the boy express his anger rather than keep them waiting for his oncoming
rage.
"Give them to me tomorrow."
His demand was acknowledge by several nods
from the servants save for one man who dared refuse the order.
"Trowa," he started, taking on a fearless,
but irresolute tone. "We will have to find a particular store that makes these
custom made ornaments. I don't think that we'll have enough time to accommodate
your request."
The rest of the servants refused to affirm
nor deny their companion's statement. It was either they face the boy's wrath
now or they wait for the punishment later. It was apparent that the first
choice seemed a lot more appealing than the later. At least, they thought, this
would be finally dealt with.
"Really?" Trowa asked in response, now
sounding a bit more cynical.
Nobody answered his question. It was
getting obvious that nobody would dare talk so he decided to play with them a
bit more.
"Ok. I'll just wait like a good little
boy." he said.
He motioned with his hand for everyone to
leave his presence. At that moment, audible sighs of relief filled the room.
The servants, one by one, started to approach the door, very much eager to
leave the child's presence.
"Oh, and..."
They were so close to freedom, but alas, it
was halted by the child's voice.
"Burn
in hell!"
Without waiting another second, Trowa
quickly took out his Halloween mask and flickered on and off his fiery red lamp
and cackled evilly, sending shivers down everyone's spines. The dark room was
filled with red, orange and yellow lights that only seemed to emphasize the
existence of the atrocious mask.
The poor servants immediately bolted for
the door as sounds of sadistic laughter reverberated through the thick walls.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town,
ongoing practices for the Christmas play were being held.
"Has everyone memorized their lines?" the
lady from earlier, the director of the play asked.
A united 'yes' from all of the children was
the only answer she needed. Satisfied, she clapped her hands and signaled for
everyone to take their places.
"Hey! Wait a minute!"
The startled director looked up to find out
the cause of the distress call.
"Why don't *I* have any lines?" Quatre said
indignantly from his position. He was still dangling from the rope with his
arms crossed while the unstable support kept him moving around and around.
"I'm getting dizzy." he added.
"You do have a line, Quatre. It's the best
one too!"
"...That? ...but it's so hard to say!"
"Hey, at least you don't have to wear a
dress!"
Quatre quickly turned his attention to his
friend who had gathered with a group of other children. They were all looking
up at Quatre curiously, eyes not leaving the sky circling boy.
"I *am* wearing a dress Duo!" Quatre
exclaimed.
"Oops." Duo replied and decided not to
interfere any further when the director whispered in his ears "Don't make it
harder for us."
By this time, everyone was staring
whimsically at the irate angel.
"Ok Quatre. Try to say your line. We're all
here to help."
Quatre was reluctant, but he didn't have a
choice since everyone's stares were making him very nervous.
"Gworia in eshellshish deo."
The director shook her head and signaled
for the group to help out. So, as one, the children said "Gloria in Excelsis
Deo."
"Hmph." was how he expressed his gratitude.
Quatre began another one of his pouting
sessions and said "At least you all don't have to be anormament."
"Ornament." all of the children said in
unison.
So began another typical day of exhaustive
rehearsals.