Chapter: 2
Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.
GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar trouble, so please bare with me.
Rating: PG-13, for language and violence.
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(The next day Marguerite's Dressing Room)
"Marguerite hold still." Veronica begged.
"I'm trying, it's kind of hard when legs are starting to go numb." Marguerite replied, while Veronica finished buttoning the last button on Marguerite's wedding gown.
"There done, why go through all the fuss for such a short event?" Veronica questioned, since this wedding seemed more extravagant, than any she'd seen on the plateau.
"Well it's all about appearance, I guess, and it's only suppose to happen once in your lifetime, but I think I'm and the exception." She murmured. Marguerite sat down in a chair as she brushed her flowing dark hair in deep thought. Veronica noticed the heiress trepidation as she laid her hands on Marguerite's shoulders to comfort her.
"But Marguerite this isn't going to be like the others, this is John we're talking a bout, which we've known for what almost, 4 years." Veronica said soothingly.
"You're right," she sighed, "I just hope that this marriage is my last." She replied sarcastically.
"It will be, don't worry, your suppose to be happy, this is your wedding day after all." Veronica said, as she smiled at the thought, knowing how one day; she may be doing the same thing with Ned. Then suddenly the door creaks opens with Roxton sticking his head in as Veronica hurriedly tries to block his sight.
"Roxton, you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" Veronica said irritated.
"Oh, sorry, I was just wondering, have you seen Ned?" Roxton asked, stepping back from the door so he only could see Veronica. Marguerite turned around startled by the question. "What? Is Ned missing? The wedding starts in an hour." She questioned, concerned.
Veronica faked a smile, as she talked through her teeth.
"Roxton find him, go, now." Understanding He nodded and hurried away.
Closing the door, Veronica looked back at Marguerite, "No, no everything is fine, fine, lets just work on getting you ready." "This is going to be a long day." Veronica muttered to herself. Ned hurried into the church doors, as Roxton runs up to him. "Ned, where have you been?" "Where do I start, I had to get my tux from the drycleaners, and then there was the traffic." Ned said trying to catch his breath.
"Were are the girls?" Ned questioned.
"In the dressing room."
(Street corner)
Gunter leaned against the wall as he loaded his weapon when Robert slowly approached.
"Robert, I thought you were suppose to call me, why didn't you call me?" Gunter questioned callously.
"I'm sorry Gunter, I just was preoccupied."
"I don't like people who disobey me."
"Sorry, sorry I wont do it again." Robert pleaded in fear.
Not wanting to deal with Roberts punishment at the moment, he decided to press on, for now, sighing he replied.
"You see to that, what have you got?"
Robert nervously pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. "The weddings at two, and it's at the church about 20 minutes from here."
"Good, well that gives me a half an hour." Gunter said, looking at his watch.
"Oh, and Gunter I think you'll need ones of these to get in." Robert said pulling out a fancy designed invitation, giving it to Gunter.
"Oh, even better an invitation, great work, keep this up and I'll reward you greatly." Slipping the invitation his coat, Gunter then grinded with evil pleasure, as he patted Robert on the back.
"What are you staring at? Go, go on."
Robert looked around him, and then quickly left.
Gunter walked down the ally as he muttered to himself. "Well Mrs. Krux here I come, and this may not be a happy ending for you but as sure as hell it will be for me." He said heading out to find his victim."
(The church)
The large white church held balconies, covered in lace and flowers, as a white carpet ran from the doors to the main alter, while the alter was covered in flowers from bouquets of roses to daises of all colors. Which filled the air with the aroma of perfume. The men then started to greet the guests to their seats. Not separating between sides of bride of groom, since sadly they knew that Marguerite didn't have any family, and very few friends.
Gunter then reached the front of the church and gave the distracted Malone his invitation with a smile, and then hurried in with the guitar case that contained the weapon. While the others were distracted, Gunter then opened a door that read middle balcony.
"This should be the best view." Gunter whispered. Since the guests weren't permitted to use them, no one would be able to see him. When he got to the top he locked the door behind him and opened his case taking out his rifle set it up onto a stand, which he was hidden behind the ribbons and curtains. "This is my only chance, and no one better get in my way."
Roxton and the others checked the list.
"Is that everyone?" Challenger asked. Malone and Roxton
"Yes." They said together.
Challenger then ordered. "Alright then, Roxton you get up to the alter, and Malone go check on the girls." The bride's maids all hurry out to get in order; all cousins and relatives of the Roxton family wore light pink dresses.
As Malone opened the dressing room, he was surprised to see Veronica with her dress half way on. He just stood there, and stared wide mouthed.
"Do you mind!" Veronica yelled, as she threw her shoe at the wall to get Malone's attention as she quickly pulled her dress on.
Cheeks reddened, he asked, "Oh, uh sorry, I was wanting to know if you and Marguerite are ready."
Veronica opened the door, looking if anyone else was around. "I will be if you help me with this." She turned around showing the zipper that was undone, exposing her creamy white skin. Stunned, Malone could only reply, "sure." Gently he bent down, and pulled the zipper, to the top, mesmerized by her every curve. "There you go," he said after a moment.
"Well I'm ready now, and Marguerite's in the back, I'll go get her." Veronica glowing with excitement, kissed Malone on the cheek, and left him to find Marguerite. Veronica was still getting used to the height of her heals and slowly walked to the mirrored room, to find Marguerite trembling, with streaks of tears edged down her cheeks. Veronica having never seen her like this before, awkwardly and slowly, walked in talking soothingly. "Marguerite what's wrong?" Marguerite hearing Veronica, she quickly wiped the tears from her face. Marguerite took in a deep breath, as she then said somberly, "I don't know… what if it ends like all the rest? I'll end up dieing… alone." Marguerite's Tears continued to silently fall, as Veronica got on her knees hugging Marguerite, then kissed her cheek. As Marguerite continued, "But Veronica I also have a feeling something just isn't right." Veronica stood up brushing back her tears that were starting to form. "I wouldn't let that happen to my best friend, rest assure, and if Roxton hurts you, I'll personally kick his ass, okay?" Veronica joked.
"Okay." Marguerite said, smiling at Veronicas joke, through subtle laughter.
"Are you ready?" Malone called through the other room.
"We need a little more time." Veronica called back.
"Why? Veronica is there something wrong?" Malone asked, not understanding what was going on between the girls.
"I'm handling it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Malone said as he left the girls, less then reassured.
Veronica helped Marguerite reapply her makeup as Malone went to see Roxton.
"So Malone what's keeping them?" Roxton asked anxiously.
"From what I heard it sounds like they're having some type of trouble."
"Well them maybe I should go and…."
"No, no, Roxton, Veronica's handling it." Malone said as he tried to keep Roxton from going.
"As the organ music started to play the gunman watched from above, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Veronica led the bride's maids with Malone at her arm. As they all went to their places, the music grew louder; as Marguerite appears dressed in off-white, strapless, silk gown, with a collection of white flowers adorned in her hair, her face was covered by a veil, and her raven curly hair hung over her shoulders. Like a father, Challenger brought her down the isle. Tears filled her eyes, but not of sadness, but happiness, as she stared at the smile of her future husband. She smiled back, as she knew they would always be together. Till finally she was there She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't shake of the feeling of dread.
To be continued……