Or Had They.? Chapter 7
Whoa! How badly did Ch. 6 suck?? It's 3:41am and after a night of talking about John Rzeznik's dick (I am so not joking about that) it`s hard to concentrate!! I promise I write better, just not in this situation!!!!! So bare with me through the crappy chapters and the story will get better.
Charna quickly undid the clasps on her heels with ease. Slipping them off silently, she placed them next to her. Before standing up, she grabbed a stack of papers. Fiametta and herself had been writing the story of that night together. Each painstaking detail, as well as their blood, sweat and tears was put into it. Everything had to be perfect, or else it wouldn't be Frank. Frank was the epitome of perfect in their eyes; and lots of other's eyes. The transit crystal had many uses for transporting things to other planets and galaxies. Earth was usually its material's destination so it did not take up too much energy. But she could not risk getting caught. Frank's whole death had been a shock to the people who had found out and still very hush-hush. The Upper Council had known, since they had been there when Riff and Magenta had 'officially' announced it. She stood in the doorway and listened to the silence. Fiametta's breathing was barely heard in the background as the air hung thick and heavy. This was the moment of truth for her. The two sisters had already had proof that the papers were going through. It was hard to fathom for anyone, someone's life story was traveling through space at how many miles per hour. She took a sharp breath in and took that defying step into the hallway, and then many more down the hallway. This was it, she was defying everything - life even. Her breath became quick and jagged as she maneuvered herself deftly through the castle, avoiding anyone and everyone. Riff had enforced new laws, especially to the sisters and lovers of the late Frank-N-Furter. If she was caught out of her room this late, especially with the papers she carried, it would be certain death. She descended the steps into the basement and to the transit crystal. She was safe unless someone came downstairs. If anyone did. The crystal glowed as she stepped up to it. Taking one last look around, she knew this was it.
Whoa! How badly did Ch. 6 suck?? It's 3:41am and after a night of talking about John Rzeznik's dick (I am so not joking about that) it`s hard to concentrate!! I promise I write better, just not in this situation!!!!! So bare with me through the crappy chapters and the story will get better.
Charna quickly undid the clasps on her heels with ease. Slipping them off silently, she placed them next to her. Before standing up, she grabbed a stack of papers. Fiametta and herself had been writing the story of that night together. Each painstaking detail, as well as their blood, sweat and tears was put into it. Everything had to be perfect, or else it wouldn't be Frank. Frank was the epitome of perfect in their eyes; and lots of other's eyes. The transit crystal had many uses for transporting things to other planets and galaxies. Earth was usually its material's destination so it did not take up too much energy. But she could not risk getting caught. Frank's whole death had been a shock to the people who had found out and still very hush-hush. The Upper Council had known, since they had been there when Riff and Magenta had 'officially' announced it. She stood in the doorway and listened to the silence. Fiametta's breathing was barely heard in the background as the air hung thick and heavy. This was the moment of truth for her. The two sisters had already had proof that the papers were going through. It was hard to fathom for anyone, someone's life story was traveling through space at how many miles per hour. She took a sharp breath in and took that defying step into the hallway, and then many more down the hallway. This was it, she was defying everything - life even. Her breath became quick and jagged as she maneuvered herself deftly through the castle, avoiding anyone and everyone. Riff had enforced new laws, especially to the sisters and lovers of the late Frank-N-Furter. If she was caught out of her room this late, especially with the papers she carried, it would be certain death. She descended the steps into the basement and to the transit crystal. She was safe unless someone came downstairs. If anyone did. The crystal glowed as she stepped up to it. Taking one last look around, she knew this was it.