Broken Sky fic
Sisters
Part 3
Dreams


Latoya was sleeping. Or atleast she hoped she was sleeping. The vision of her father standing before her, fourteen years younger than the last time she had seen him was so over wealming, she thought she might cry.
Latoya looked down at her hands. She had always liked her hands, so graceful and strong. It was the only thing she had that Aurin didn't. But these hands were not the hands Latoya had been looking at for so long. These were the chubby hands of a three year old. Latoya glared.
"I'm killing you Daddy! I'm killing you!" Called a babyish voice in front of Latoya. Latoya glared. She remembered this. It was something her...her...Aurin would do. Aurins stout form appered in front of Latoya. She had her hand in front of her face, in a fist with her thub and pointer finger tapping together in front of her eye, creating the illusion of squishing her father.
"I'm busy, Aurin. Latoya, come here. I need you to learn this before morining." snapped Maccan, handing Latoya an updated version of her old gun, and Aurin a kiss on the cheek. Latoya hated moments like that. Even at the age of two her father had been working her to become a warrior, leaving Aurin to be a lady. Not bothering who opjected.
"Okay Daddy." said Aurin, flittering her immpossibly long eyelashes. Latoya forgot for the moment that she had the exact same ones. Aurin walked away, her lovly silk dress trailing behind her.
Latoya woke up in a cold sweat. How could it have come back so vividly? Even the old hatred was still there, doubled with the new.
She laied back down, willing herself to calm. Sh closed her eyes, drifted off...
She watched her mother drink her wine, smiling slightly. She would do the same to her mother as she had to her awful grandparents. The grandparents that had completly ignored Latoya, treating Aurin like an only child. Her mother finished the wine. Latoya could already see the sweat glisining on her forehead. It was the third dose of poision Latoya had fed her in the past week. It was also the last. The mother that had always favored Aurin would be dead soon, before morining, if Latoya's luck kept up. Her father would be heart broken, of couse, but he would appoint fourteen year old Latoya as Queen, being two minutes older than fraiglie Aurin.
The dream shifted. This wasen't a memory, it was a want, a real dream, a need. It was Aurin in one of those old veichles, her hair was messed, her dress covered in mud. The car crahed, and Aurins perfect body, so much like Latoya's own, was consumed, tragicly, in the flames.
The dreams continued like that until finally, it was not horrible actcidents that were killing Aurin, but Latoya herself. First simply, with a gun, then with a bat of some sort, and finally, with Latoya's own to hands, it was monsterus, but sooooooooo exciting.
Latoya jerked awake, meeting Baden's eyes in the mid morining light. He had come to wake her.
"Get out." she wispered, her voice strangly controlled, but dripping with venom. I am up. Leave."
Latoya smiled as the door shut behind him. She had met her father yesterday. He didn't suspect a thing. She would bring him to Baden tonite.
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Sorry it's so short
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