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psycholioness13: Yes, i agree Roger was a bitout of character. i've been reading a different book,and i think i might have made him a bit too much like the bad guy in that book. may go back and change it if it gets too bad.

Chapter Thirteen- Revenge is sweet

George pulled his hood back up as they all left the prince's room. He felt a high amount of tension and excited energy. George reached his hand under his cloak to check his knife was still there. He stroked it and grinned. He had waited for this time ever since his beloved Alanna had died. And now, they were finally get their chance to end the mayhem Roger was calling, to protect Jonathan's crown and his life. To have their revenge. George felt his excitement grow as they got closer and closer to their destination. Through the winding halls and up the high stairs. Every step took him closer to the bastard who killed his love.

Thom walked silently, contemplating what they were about to do. They were about to murder the most powerful mage in all of Tortall, and they were about to do it in cold blood. Sure, they were waking the man first and not just cowardly stabbing him in his sleep, but their murder was still cowardly.

'Just like he killed Alanna.' Thom thought angrily, his shame leaving him quickly. 'He used magic to fool her. At least we're killing him fairly…or more fairly then he killed Alanna.'

Thom looked around for his twin, but of course she had made herself invisible for this trip.

"Alanna" He whispered without meaning to.

"I'm here." She whispered back, and Thom felt her voice come from right next to him.

Neither of them had to say anything else, as they had an understanding of each other. A special twin bond that not even death could break.

Jon heard Thom whisper "Alanna" and heard her reply, so he assumed Alanna was walking next to Thom. Hearing the fear in Thom's voice surprising made Jon feel better. He had never really heard fear in Thom's voice before, and hearing it now made him feel better about his own fear. Yes he was afraid, but despite that he would carry on. He would go with the others to Roger's chambers. He would watch the man wake, and see the fear in his eyes as he realized his time had come to an end. Jon would also stand there and watch Roger die at Alanna's hands, just like he'd seen Alanna die in Roger's clutches. He had to watch the man die, to know this torment was finally over.

Jonathan couldn't believe he had ever loved Roger. But he had. He had idolized the man. He felt utter disgust in that. But it wasn't just him who had idolized Roger, they all had. It was only Alan who hadn't trusted him. Jon almost laughed at this. Even when Alanna was Page Alan, she had never trusted Roger, and him, being the fool that he was, had argued against her. Saying she was jealous and many other hurtful comments. Jon sent a silent apology to Alanna for this. If he had believed her, or at least given her the benefit of a doubt, she may not be going into this fight already dead. This fight might not have even happened at all. But still, you can't change what's happened, just learn from it to improve the future.

Jonathan sucked in his breath as he realized where they were. They were at their destination. Standing in front of Roger's door.

George shifted his weight impatiently, while Thom broke the spells on Roger's door.

"Will you stop doing that?" Thom hissed quietly. "It's distracting."

After a minute or two, the door was open, and they all crept into his chambers, silently closing the door behind them. George looked over at the bed to see a huge lump in it. He snorted in disgust and went over to the bed. He pulled back the covers…and found it to be stuffed with pillows.

He turned to the others, his eyes wide with horror. "He's not there."

George saw a flash of movement, and turned to see Roger standing there. Roger smiled and before George could even reflect on what had happened, he felt searing pain and everything went black.

'No, no, NO!' Alanna thought horrified. It was like a horrible version of déjà vu, or a really bad dream…nightmare. It had happened again. Once again Roger had outsmarted them, and once again one of her friends had ended up with a knife in their stomach.

All the others ran over to George in worry.

Roger laughed. "Ah, revenge is always so sweet."

Jonathon glared at him, and looked like he would go at Roger with his bare ands, but Raoul grabbed his arm, preventing him from doing so.

"Especially when it's sugar-coated." Roger continued, then grinned. "Or should I say, poison tipped."

They all looked up in horror.

'NO, NO, NO, NO, NO' Alanna thought angrily, blaming herself with every ounce of her spirit.

"No." Thom hissed.

Roger laughed once again, his voice stinging Alanna's ears. "Oh yes. Even magic can't save him now."

'NO!!!' Alanna screamed in her head, then she saw a glint. She noticed Jon holding George's knife behind his back. Then she realized something. The plan was still on, they would still kill him. That's what George would have wanted.

Alanna was glad Roger had come closer to gloat, showing he found them to be no threat. This was good for Alanna, as it meant only a few steps from getting the knife to Roger. She'd have to make herself visible to hold the knife, so this way, Roger didn't have much time to get over his shock.

Alanna reached over and grabbed the knife, making herself visible while doing so. She didn't even have much time to enjoy the shock on Roger's face, but for the few seconds she did, it felt wonderful. Alanna began to feel the strain on her energy really early, probably because a lot of her energy was stolen by her distress over what happened to George. She took a step forward, and couldn't resist saying.

"Didn't think you'd see me again, did you?" She grinned, and quickly took the next few steps before Roger could even reply. She held the knife up, and was surprised at how much strength it took. She could barely lift it. Despite the pain on her straining spirit, Alanna managed to push the knife deep into his chest. Even in her fatigue Alanna just had to say;

"Your right. Revenge is sweet." Then she felt herself drop the knife and felt faint. Then everything turned white.