chapter six. Nightmare
They sat around a round iron table, 8 feet wide, 5 feet tall, cold and cruel and hard. It didn't gleam. Shouldn't metal gleam?
Ha. Some round table.
"Great," growled a man in black, pounding on the table with one muddy, bitter hand. "Just f---ing great. Now what the hell are we supposed to do?"
A scarlet-haired woman, tall and beautiful and wrong, began to pick at her nails in an annoyed sort of way. "I don't understand *what* you're so worried for, Roup. Jollymort is more than capable for getting the job done."
"Bah!" The man called Roup spat a ball of greenish-blackish slime to the floor. "He's capable alright: Capable and trust-worthy are two different things."
Scarlet didn't look up. "Don't know what you're so worried for..." she sighed again, Brazilian accent creeping up from beneath her New York-ian one as her voice trailed off.
Roup whipped around from his pacing and slammed both hands on the table for emphasis. The wham of clanging, breaking metal echoed across the abandoned hospital. "Look, Scarlet," Roup wheezed through jumbled and yellowing clenched teeth. "Jollymort was your idea, okay? YOURS. YOU CAN'T BLAME ME WHEN HE F***ING FAILS!"
Scarlet paused from her long black nails to look up and shot Roup a large, sweet smile, full of bone-white tombstone teeth. Roup shuddered; it was the chilliest thing he had ever seen. He closed his eyes and looked away.
"I won't blame you, Roup," she purred, propping her long pale legs up on the round table. She fingered a long, silver dagger at her belt loop delicately. Her pride, her life, her joy. "I may be rather...*annoyed* with you, but I wouldn't dream of blaming you."
Roup opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. A couple of brown rats squealed from a corner. "I just don't see..." he growled darkly. "Why we had to hire Jollymort to take out a god damn 14-year-old boy. Jollymort's expensive, and dangerous even to his employers. Couldn't we've gotten someone cheap for this one? Like Munkustrape, or maybe even Falistr-"
But at that moment Scarlet let out a joyful, unearthly, shrill hiss and leapt down on one of the fat rats. A few moments later, it was impaled onto her bloody, silver dagger. She sighed, picked herself up from the ground and stared at it's corpse with un-hidden satisfaction.
"Because, Roup," she finally answered her partner. "If you want something done, you've got to do it right. I want that kid dead, and I want him dead proper. Jollymort will make him dead proper."
"But why now?" whined the fat, muscular man, impassive to his friends killing. "Why not three years ago, the first time Parker caused trouble?"
"Because we had no one to spare then, remember?" she replied. "Particularly on a fourth grader. Besides, we got Parker back and we dealt with him." She smiled at that part.
"And now he's gone again."
"Yes..." Scarlet began to frown. The other rats began to scream. Scarlet smiled again.
a/n: hi. i'm so so sorry i haven't uploaded with this story. my life's been really really shitty the last few months and...well, i'm sorry. i didn't think i would continue but i've decided to. this is really short, i know, but i figured it was either upload this now or make you all wait even longer. i'm sorry again. more is coming very, very soon.
keep a mild groove on,
rock-steady13
They sat around a round iron table, 8 feet wide, 5 feet tall, cold and cruel and hard. It didn't gleam. Shouldn't metal gleam?
Ha. Some round table.
"Great," growled a man in black, pounding on the table with one muddy, bitter hand. "Just f---ing great. Now what the hell are we supposed to do?"
A scarlet-haired woman, tall and beautiful and wrong, began to pick at her nails in an annoyed sort of way. "I don't understand *what* you're so worried for, Roup. Jollymort is more than capable for getting the job done."
"Bah!" The man called Roup spat a ball of greenish-blackish slime to the floor. "He's capable alright: Capable and trust-worthy are two different things."
Scarlet didn't look up. "Don't know what you're so worried for..." she sighed again, Brazilian accent creeping up from beneath her New York-ian one as her voice trailed off.
Roup whipped around from his pacing and slammed both hands on the table for emphasis. The wham of clanging, breaking metal echoed across the abandoned hospital. "Look, Scarlet," Roup wheezed through jumbled and yellowing clenched teeth. "Jollymort was your idea, okay? YOURS. YOU CAN'T BLAME ME WHEN HE F***ING FAILS!"
Scarlet paused from her long black nails to look up and shot Roup a large, sweet smile, full of bone-white tombstone teeth. Roup shuddered; it was the chilliest thing he had ever seen. He closed his eyes and looked away.
"I won't blame you, Roup," she purred, propping her long pale legs up on the round table. She fingered a long, silver dagger at her belt loop delicately. Her pride, her life, her joy. "I may be rather...*annoyed* with you, but I wouldn't dream of blaming you."
Roup opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. A couple of brown rats squealed from a corner. "I just don't see..." he growled darkly. "Why we had to hire Jollymort to take out a god damn 14-year-old boy. Jollymort's expensive, and dangerous even to his employers. Couldn't we've gotten someone cheap for this one? Like Munkustrape, or maybe even Falistr-"
But at that moment Scarlet let out a joyful, unearthly, shrill hiss and leapt down on one of the fat rats. A few moments later, it was impaled onto her bloody, silver dagger. She sighed, picked herself up from the ground and stared at it's corpse with un-hidden satisfaction.
"Because, Roup," she finally answered her partner. "If you want something done, you've got to do it right. I want that kid dead, and I want him dead proper. Jollymort will make him dead proper."
"But why now?" whined the fat, muscular man, impassive to his friends killing. "Why not three years ago, the first time Parker caused trouble?"
"Because we had no one to spare then, remember?" she replied. "Particularly on a fourth grader. Besides, we got Parker back and we dealt with him." She smiled at that part.
"And now he's gone again."
"Yes..." Scarlet began to frown. The other rats began to scream. Scarlet smiled again.
a/n: hi. i'm so so sorry i haven't uploaded with this story. my life's been really really shitty the last few months and...well, i'm sorry. i didn't think i would continue but i've decided to. this is really short, i know, but i figured it was either upload this now or make you all wait even longer. i'm sorry again. more is coming very, very soon.
keep a mild groove on,
rock-steady13