Roger awoke unusually early the next morning to find that Dorothy had not yet attempted to awaken him with t piano.
He opened the door to her bedroom to check on her, but she wasn't there. On her bed laid the bloodstained nightgown she had worn the night before. Roger shook his head and walked out of her doorway.
Roger then noticed that the sliding-glass door to the balcony was open. Dorothy sat on the railing in her black dress. Her red hair flowed about her neck, the enhancements had caused her hair to grow a bit, and she had no headband now that she didn't have disks in her head.
Roger was about to speak, but the sound of her voice rang out in sweet song.
She sang beautifully, and Roger found himself in a trance.
"When I fall in love
It will be forever,
or I'll never fall in love!" she sang.
Roger had been holding his breath, and when he finally did inhale, she looked over her shoulder at him.
"How long were you standing there?"
"Not long Dorothy, I just woke up and thought I'd see how you're doing."
Dorothy hopped off of the railing and walked up to him. She pulled her sleeve up and showed Roger the red bandage.
"Look Roger, I can bleed and everything!"
He was stunned at how happy this made her. Roger cocked an eyebrow in disagreement and shook his head.
"Dorothy, as exciting as I know this is for you, you can't just go around slicing yourself like that! I don't want you to ever do it again. You gave us quite the scare!"
Dorothy rolled her eyes.
"Roger, if you never bled or felt pain at all in your life, don't you think you would eventually want to find out purely out of curiosity? I hated the feeling, it ::hurt:: me, but I needed to do it, or I would have been lacking what others have. I just want to be like everyone else."
"But you're not like everyone else Dorothy, that's why I like..."
Roger stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he was saying only at that moment. Dorothy's mouth fell open slightly and she waited for him to continue. When he said nothing, she put her head down.
"You're a louse, Roger Smith." Dorothy said with a chuckle.
She walked past him, gently touching his arm as she walked away. Roger smiled as the wind whistled in his ears.
Later that day, Dorothy walked into Roger's study, where he sat at his desk doing some kind of paperwork. She came up and sat in a chair in front of his desk silently. Roger looked up at her, and then back down to his work.
"What is it Dorothy?"
She crinkled her features.
"Someone's been lurking around the house lately. He was on the balcony a few minutes ago."
Roger raised his eyes to meet with hers, and found within them a great deal of fear. He stood.
"Are you sure about what you saw Dorothy?"
The girl before him nodded, her eyes drifting to a spot behind him, and her eyes widened. She screamed,
"ROGER!"
The windows behind him shattered, and Roger could feel tiny pieces of glass penetrating the skin on his back. He fell to the floor, unable to see what came in or who had broken the window. He could hear Dorothy's screams, and it drove his body to move again.
He arose, his cheek bleeding and his jacket torn. Roger saw before him Dorothy struggling with a man in a black mask.
Roger felt as if his body was made of lead, and the prospect of lying down and allowing himself to get knocked out by these feelings seemed appealing. Despite the way his body begged for him to give up, Roger approached the person who had their filthy hands on the girl he cared for.
A tear slipped from Dorothy's eye as the masked man pulled knife and cut her neck slightly, not injuring her too badly. She fell to the ground, and then he turned on Roger. The masked man tried to slash him, but missed.
For the sake of stopping the fight, Roger faked it and fell to the ground as if he'd been hurt. Roger closed his eyes, but listened carefully. He heard the rustling of clothing, and then the man spoke, and from his mouth came the voice of Don Zunich.
"Well, it seems I get to have you all over again, Dorothy. Did you miss me baby?"
"I'm ::not:: your anything, Zunich! Get away from me!"
Roger opened his eyes and saw how fast the gap between Zunich and Dorothy was shrinking, and so he slowly got up. Once he'd gotten behind Zunich, he wrapped his arms around his neck. But when he started struggling with him, Don disappeared.
"What the hell just happened?" Roger asked, his eyes wide.
Dorothy laid on the ground, panting and shaken, not sure about what she had just seen.
"I think we just did battle with the devil."
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~*Tori*~
He opened the door to her bedroom to check on her, but she wasn't there. On her bed laid the bloodstained nightgown she had worn the night before. Roger shook his head and walked out of her doorway.
Roger then noticed that the sliding-glass door to the balcony was open. Dorothy sat on the railing in her black dress. Her red hair flowed about her neck, the enhancements had caused her hair to grow a bit, and she had no headband now that she didn't have disks in her head.
Roger was about to speak, but the sound of her voice rang out in sweet song.
She sang beautifully, and Roger found himself in a trance.
"When I fall in love
It will be forever,
or I'll never fall in love!" she sang.
Roger had been holding his breath, and when he finally did inhale, she looked over her shoulder at him.
"How long were you standing there?"
"Not long Dorothy, I just woke up and thought I'd see how you're doing."
Dorothy hopped off of the railing and walked up to him. She pulled her sleeve up and showed Roger the red bandage.
"Look Roger, I can bleed and everything!"
He was stunned at how happy this made her. Roger cocked an eyebrow in disagreement and shook his head.
"Dorothy, as exciting as I know this is for you, you can't just go around slicing yourself like that! I don't want you to ever do it again. You gave us quite the scare!"
Dorothy rolled her eyes.
"Roger, if you never bled or felt pain at all in your life, don't you think you would eventually want to find out purely out of curiosity? I hated the feeling, it ::hurt:: me, but I needed to do it, or I would have been lacking what others have. I just want to be like everyone else."
"But you're not like everyone else Dorothy, that's why I like..."
Roger stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he was saying only at that moment. Dorothy's mouth fell open slightly and she waited for him to continue. When he said nothing, she put her head down.
"You're a louse, Roger Smith." Dorothy said with a chuckle.
She walked past him, gently touching his arm as she walked away. Roger smiled as the wind whistled in his ears.
Later that day, Dorothy walked into Roger's study, where he sat at his desk doing some kind of paperwork. She came up and sat in a chair in front of his desk silently. Roger looked up at her, and then back down to his work.
"What is it Dorothy?"
She crinkled her features.
"Someone's been lurking around the house lately. He was on the balcony a few minutes ago."
Roger raised his eyes to meet with hers, and found within them a great deal of fear. He stood.
"Are you sure about what you saw Dorothy?"
The girl before him nodded, her eyes drifting to a spot behind him, and her eyes widened. She screamed,
"ROGER!"
The windows behind him shattered, and Roger could feel tiny pieces of glass penetrating the skin on his back. He fell to the floor, unable to see what came in or who had broken the window. He could hear Dorothy's screams, and it drove his body to move again.
He arose, his cheek bleeding and his jacket torn. Roger saw before him Dorothy struggling with a man in a black mask.
Roger felt as if his body was made of lead, and the prospect of lying down and allowing himself to get knocked out by these feelings seemed appealing. Despite the way his body begged for him to give up, Roger approached the person who had their filthy hands on the girl he cared for.
A tear slipped from Dorothy's eye as the masked man pulled knife and cut her neck slightly, not injuring her too badly. She fell to the ground, and then he turned on Roger. The masked man tried to slash him, but missed.
For the sake of stopping the fight, Roger faked it and fell to the ground as if he'd been hurt. Roger closed his eyes, but listened carefully. He heard the rustling of clothing, and then the man spoke, and from his mouth came the voice of Don Zunich.
"Well, it seems I get to have you all over again, Dorothy. Did you miss me baby?"
"I'm ::not:: your anything, Zunich! Get away from me!"
Roger opened his eyes and saw how fast the gap between Zunich and Dorothy was shrinking, and so he slowly got up. Once he'd gotten behind Zunich, he wrapped his arms around his neck. But when he started struggling with him, Don disappeared.
"What the hell just happened?" Roger asked, his eyes wide.
Dorothy laid on the ground, panting and shaken, not sure about what she had just seen.
"I think we just did battle with the devil."
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That's all for now. I love leaving you guys in suspense! E-mails and reviews are appreciated. Thanks!
~*Tori*~