*Tosses out toy mice out into the crowd* lol, I suppose it's an acquired taste...
I hope I corrected all the typos in the last chapter, and I hope there aren't any in this one! I really haven't been sleeping lately, so I have no 'keyboard grace' anymore. As for all of you wondering about the season finale (All two of you, lol!) don't worry, it's on again this weekend. Or, at least, for me it is.. But, if you want, I'd be more than happy enough to recount the entire episode for you. Just ask, lol.
Can I go OT for a second, and promote my other works? Too bad.. I'm going to do it anyway! lol. Anyway, for those of you who like poetry, I have quite a few poems posted. (A couple dozen, actually...) So, if you wouldn't mind R&R'n those too, it would really make me happy :). I'm just greedy for reviews, lol.
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Less than five minutes later, Marguerite emerged dressed in her usual skirt and blouse. She entered the 'dining room' to find 'Victoria' picking at fruit that the others had supplied her with. She glanced up just long enough to glare at Marguerite before returning her attention to the fruit. Marguerite ignored her completely. Instead, she noticed that the others were gathering their packs.
"Going somewhere?" Marguerite asked.
"There isn't any meat left." Roxton spoke. "And there are also a few plants that Challenger wanted."
Marguerite sighed. They were all too eager to leave her alone with her attempted murderer. Sister or not.
Roxton sensed her unease.
"I could stay, if you want." He told her.
Marguerite offered him a smile, although it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"No, I'm sure I'll be alright."
Veronica handed the pach she had been holding to Ned, and Marguerite realized she didn't have one of her own.
"Don't worry, Roxton." Veronica assured him. "I'll keep her out of trouble."
Marguerite couldn't help but feel releived that atleast one of her friends would be staying home. But she still found herself alone with her sister as the men left the treehouse, and Veronica retreated to her room.
Marguerite poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Would you like some?" She asked her sister.
'Victoria' shook her head no. So Marguerite sat down across from her, coffee in hand. They sat in silence for a few moments, and eventually it was Marguerite who spoke first.
"So, what are you calling yourself these days?" The heiress questioned.
"Avril Parker." Her sister replied.
"Parker? Really?" Marguerite sighed. "How ordinary."
"Oh, and I suppose *your* name is better." Avril bristled. She was quite fond of Parker.
"Of course it is." Marguerite scoffed. "Marguerite Krux is much better."
"That sounds like a name you'd pick for yourself." Avril's voice dripped with venom. "Cold, self involved, and better than everyone else."
Avril noticed the corners of Marguerite's eyes twitch. Once, twice... No one else would have known to look for such a subtle sign of her sister's furry.
"What are you doing here, Avril?" Marguerite spat the name.
"Why should I tell you?" She demanded.
"Because you tried to kill me, you little brat!" Marguerite screamed. "And if you *don't* tell me, I'll take you out back and feed you to the raptors!"
Avril caught the murderus glint in Marguerite's eyes, and wasn't so sure she wouldn't do it. After all, Avril *had* just tried to kill her. The younger woman adverted her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Do you remember Marcus?" Avril asked quietly.
"As much as I wish I didn't, yes."
"Well, I owe him quite a bit. He took something from me, and is holding it for randsom."
"What the hell did he take?" Marguerite demanded.
"It doesn't matter."
"If it's worth my life, it matters. Trust me." Marguerite's voice was dangerous. Whatever patience she might have had was quickly evaporating.
"It was either kill you, or find 38 million in gems and gold." Avril explained quickly.
Marguerite got up so quickly that her chair was thrown to the ground. She slammed her palms down on the table.
"You were going to kill me because you didn't want to get your hands dirty?!" She screamed.
Avril also exploded out of her seat.
"Like you've never done it!" She defended herself.
"Please! I thought you were supposed to be better than me." Marguerite
turned to walk away.
Avril quickly moved around the table, grabbing her wrist to keep her from leaving.
"I AM better than you!" She flared. "Vultures are better than you are."
"Let go of me." Marguerite hissed, snatching her wrist out of Avril's grasp. "You ungreatful little..." Marguerite inhaled ddeeply. "After all I've done for you!"
"Yes, I'll never be able to thank you enough for killing Julian." Avril shouted.
"Is everything alright up here?" Veronica asked catiously as she entered the room.
"Just peachy." Marguerite assured her coldy.
The heiress turned to leave, fully intent upon storming from the room, but Avril's voice stopped her.
"Damnit, Marguerite, he has my daughter." Avril exclaimed.
Marguerite stopped, although she kept her back towards her little sister.
"He said he'd kill her if I didn't give him what he asked for." Avril's voice was layered with desperation. "She.. She's only two..."
"What do you want from me, exactly?" Marguerite snapped. She picked up a cutting knife up off of the counter and stepped towards Avril.
"Here." Marguerite shoved it into her hands. "You can kill me in the dark, while I'm sleeping. But what about in the light of day?"
Avril's hands shook slightly, so Marguerite took her sister's hands in her own, gripping them tightly. She guided them until the blade rested just over her heart.
"All you have to do is push." Marguerite whispered soothingly.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Veronica exclaimed. She jumped forward and knocked the knife to the ground. "Have you gone insane?"
"You can always try again tonight." Marguerite muttered.
With that, she gathered her guns and her pack, and left. The noise of the elevator sounding her departure.
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So, there you have it. Next chapter.. well, I'm not sure where I'm going to take it, because I'm still writing it! lol. I don't see there being very many more chapters.. two, maybe three.. possibly five.. lol, sorry, I actually have no idea. But, I hope to have the next chapter posted by friday. So, review this, and make me happy! And if you have time, maybe pop over to my page and R&R some of my other works. Hey, you might even like some of them! ;)
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
I hope I corrected all the typos in the last chapter, and I hope there aren't any in this one! I really haven't been sleeping lately, so I have no 'keyboard grace' anymore. As for all of you wondering about the season finale (All two of you, lol!) don't worry, it's on again this weekend. Or, at least, for me it is.. But, if you want, I'd be more than happy enough to recount the entire episode for you. Just ask, lol.
Can I go OT for a second, and promote my other works? Too bad.. I'm going to do it anyway! lol. Anyway, for those of you who like poetry, I have quite a few poems posted. (A couple dozen, actually...) So, if you wouldn't mind R&R'n those too, it would really make me happy :). I'm just greedy for reviews, lol.
=^..^=
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Less than five minutes later, Marguerite emerged dressed in her usual skirt and blouse. She entered the 'dining room' to find 'Victoria' picking at fruit that the others had supplied her with. She glanced up just long enough to glare at Marguerite before returning her attention to the fruit. Marguerite ignored her completely. Instead, she noticed that the others were gathering their packs.
"Going somewhere?" Marguerite asked.
"There isn't any meat left." Roxton spoke. "And there are also a few plants that Challenger wanted."
Marguerite sighed. They were all too eager to leave her alone with her attempted murderer. Sister or not.
Roxton sensed her unease.
"I could stay, if you want." He told her.
Marguerite offered him a smile, although it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"No, I'm sure I'll be alright."
Veronica handed the pach she had been holding to Ned, and Marguerite realized she didn't have one of her own.
"Don't worry, Roxton." Veronica assured him. "I'll keep her out of trouble."
Marguerite couldn't help but feel releived that atleast one of her friends would be staying home. But she still found herself alone with her sister as the men left the treehouse, and Veronica retreated to her room.
Marguerite poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Would you like some?" She asked her sister.
'Victoria' shook her head no. So Marguerite sat down across from her, coffee in hand. They sat in silence for a few moments, and eventually it was Marguerite who spoke first.
"So, what are you calling yourself these days?" The heiress questioned.
"Avril Parker." Her sister replied.
"Parker? Really?" Marguerite sighed. "How ordinary."
"Oh, and I suppose *your* name is better." Avril bristled. She was quite fond of Parker.
"Of course it is." Marguerite scoffed. "Marguerite Krux is much better."
"That sounds like a name you'd pick for yourself." Avril's voice dripped with venom. "Cold, self involved, and better than everyone else."
Avril noticed the corners of Marguerite's eyes twitch. Once, twice... No one else would have known to look for such a subtle sign of her sister's furry.
"What are you doing here, Avril?" Marguerite spat the name.
"Why should I tell you?" She demanded.
"Because you tried to kill me, you little brat!" Marguerite screamed. "And if you *don't* tell me, I'll take you out back and feed you to the raptors!"
Avril caught the murderus glint in Marguerite's eyes, and wasn't so sure she wouldn't do it. After all, Avril *had* just tried to kill her. The younger woman adverted her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Do you remember Marcus?" Avril asked quietly.
"As much as I wish I didn't, yes."
"Well, I owe him quite a bit. He took something from me, and is holding it for randsom."
"What the hell did he take?" Marguerite demanded.
"It doesn't matter."
"If it's worth my life, it matters. Trust me." Marguerite's voice was dangerous. Whatever patience she might have had was quickly evaporating.
"It was either kill you, or find 38 million in gems and gold." Avril explained quickly.
Marguerite got up so quickly that her chair was thrown to the ground. She slammed her palms down on the table.
"You were going to kill me because you didn't want to get your hands dirty?!" She screamed.
Avril also exploded out of her seat.
"Like you've never done it!" She defended herself.
"Please! I thought you were supposed to be better than me." Marguerite
turned to walk away.
Avril quickly moved around the table, grabbing her wrist to keep her from leaving.
"I AM better than you!" She flared. "Vultures are better than you are."
"Let go of me." Marguerite hissed, snatching her wrist out of Avril's grasp. "You ungreatful little..." Marguerite inhaled ddeeply. "After all I've done for you!"
"Yes, I'll never be able to thank you enough for killing Julian." Avril shouted.
"Is everything alright up here?" Veronica asked catiously as she entered the room.
"Just peachy." Marguerite assured her coldy.
The heiress turned to leave, fully intent upon storming from the room, but Avril's voice stopped her.
"Damnit, Marguerite, he has my daughter." Avril exclaimed.
Marguerite stopped, although she kept her back towards her little sister.
"He said he'd kill her if I didn't give him what he asked for." Avril's voice was layered with desperation. "She.. She's only two..."
"What do you want from me, exactly?" Marguerite snapped. She picked up a cutting knife up off of the counter and stepped towards Avril.
"Here." Marguerite shoved it into her hands. "You can kill me in the dark, while I'm sleeping. But what about in the light of day?"
Avril's hands shook slightly, so Marguerite took her sister's hands in her own, gripping them tightly. She guided them until the blade rested just over her heart.
"All you have to do is push." Marguerite whispered soothingly.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Veronica exclaimed. She jumped forward and knocked the knife to the ground. "Have you gone insane?"
"You can always try again tonight." Marguerite muttered.
With that, she gathered her guns and her pack, and left. The noise of the elevator sounding her departure.
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So, there you have it. Next chapter.. well, I'm not sure where I'm going to take it, because I'm still writing it! lol. I don't see there being very many more chapters.. two, maybe three.. possibly five.. lol, sorry, I actually have no idea. But, I hope to have the next chapter posted by friday. So, review this, and make me happy! And if you have time, maybe pop over to my page and R&R some of my other works. Hey, you might even like some of them! ;)
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
