A/N: Sorry for the delay. Skool stinks. Sorry bout the short chapters. I'd like to thank all the reads/reviewers who've put up with my last posting. ^^;; I'll try to push myself harder. ONWARD!
"Now this death, this death was a murder."
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The golden haired Lydia sat before her mirror, humming idly while brushing her hair. She was to meet another suitor the next day and had to look her best. Of course, it wasn't too hard for her. Her light blue nightgown flowed gracefully from her shoulders to her ankles. The silk traced her every curve. Every woman in the country envied her. Not only did she have the looks, but also she had an enormous amount of money. She didn't spend all the money at once. Some was in the bank, and some was in her home. Her father saw what kind of person she is and decided to purchase the well-hidden mansion for his only child. To thank her father, she promised to find a nice husband to have her children with.
'I hope this next gentleman will be better than the last' she thought, placing her brush on her lap. She never courted a man twice. She found it a waste of time to jump from man to man.
A gust of wind tattered her long locks of hair. She broke from her thoughts and gasped at the sudden coldness. Lydia treaded towards the window, blocking out any flying leaves from her face. She pulled the curtain open and noted the window was broken.
It was too dark to tell if anyone or anything got in, for she had only lit one candle. 'Must be some rodent' she assured herself. She patched up the hole with stacked books and resumed her place in front of the mirror. Her hair was tattered, with dead leaves tangled in it. She didn't notice that. She kept her eyes on the pair of gleaming eyes and the reflection of a knife.
She didn't turn around. It might be all in her head or some psycho that struck at anything that moved. She watched the mysterious figure from her mirror. It took a step towards her stiff self. Her hand trembled to the drawer closest to her. Lighting reflexes of the newcomer kicked the opening drawer from her hand and impulsively had her pinned to a wall. Lydia whimpered at the cold blade inches from her neck.
"What do we have here?" the gleaming eyes turned to see the insides of the desk drawer spilled on the wooden floor. Broken pearl necklaces and gold rings decorated the ground. Alongside, there was a loaded gun.
"Tsk tsk, m'lady." The intruder mockingly said. "That's very unlike of you to have something like that."
"What do you want?" she harshly whispered. He chuckled at this.
"You knew. You knew what I wanted. But you didn't give it to me." She looked confused.
"W-what are you-"
"I wanted you!" he pushed the knife deep into her skin, but not enough to kill her. She cried out and balled her hands up. Tears escaped her eyelids and rolled down her paling cheeks. She tried to look at her past suitor, but the blood was draining from her fast.
"No one can have you now." Her ears started to hurt from trying to listen to his rasping voice. "If you want medical attention, you will tell me where your riches lie."
"Liar…" she panted. That earned her a slap in the face.
"Fine, I'll just trash your quarters." He dropped her to the ground and began his greedy search. Power in her limbs was breaking away from her in a painfully immense rate. She couldn't let the numbness take over. Whitening fingers searched for the gun. They stopped at an object that felt like steel. Lifting the pistol, her failing strength of her fingertips pulled the trigger. The recoil made her arms ache and left her groaning. Soon after the smoke flew out the window, a thump was heard. Her blue eyes brightened, despite the fact that she was dying. She got her revenge.
"Maybe Heaven has my husband…" were her last words.
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E.Gadd blinked at both of the plumbers' gaping mouths.
"This is how much human willpower she had." He broke the awkward silence. "Speaking of which, Sir Watson, champion mountain climber, had a lot of human willpower too."