Disclaimer: Hi! I'm Tris, the evil pyro muse. Sara is currently sleeping, so I get to do the disclaimer-y thingie, along with the 'author notes'. She owns nothing, but I own everything. Bwa-hahahaha!
Okay, so, review responses!
Lexy: Well, alright. Thanks! I love to hear that my inspirations to my host body are appreciated...
Sorceress Cassandra180: Well, sort of. I'm surprised you haven't said anything about when Takmet dies. Ha! Will I get Sara to keep him alive, come back from the dead (oo, creepy. Pet Semetary-ish.), or just let him die and she gets to be all angsty. Nobody knows...
Well, that was fun. Now, on with my evil-inspired story.
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Alex sat on Memnon's throne cross-legged as he poisoned the head of an arrow. She had taken one of the scorpions and was letting it crawl along her arms. Instead of being too upset, she had been in a melancholy mood since she saw her mother die.
"Find him, track him down, kill him…" There was obvious contempt on Alex's face as she shot him a fiery glare. "and bring her back to me." Looking back down to the scorpion on her arm, she toned out the rest of the conversation.
It crawled almost to her shoulder, so she switched it to her right hand. This time, she let it crawl up to her shoulder, where she stroked it's armored back. Apparently, it didn't like this, and with reflexes like lightning, drove it's stinger into her shoulder.
Cringing, she picked it up by the tail and placed it back into the bowl with the rest of them. She examined the wound. Instead of just a clean puncture, it had torn the skin on the way out. Grimacing, she felt the fire of the poison starting to spread down her arm, and pressed around the wound to staunch the bleeding. This wasn't the first tme she was stung, and it wouldn't be the last.
"Alex," Takmet started, getting out of his chair. "what's wrong?"
"Scorpion poison." She said easily. "I'll be fine." She added, seeing concern on his face. It felt odd to have someone so wrapped up in caring for her. She couldn't decide if she felt flattered or insulted by it.
"Are you sure?" He laied a hand on her other shoulder.
"She has been stung before, one more time won't hurt." Memnon said callously. She knew she felt insulted by that, and sent him a hard glare.
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"Why did you kill him?"
"He made a bad decision."
"A bad decision?" The moon and stars shone brightly on their balcony. "I had better be careful as to what I say and do, least you cut my head off."
"I would never do that."
"I would bet that you would have said that about your father a few weeks ago." Takmet didn't want to admit that to Alex, how ever true it was.
"It wasn't premeditated. I was angry at him for giving the last of our tresury to assassins." He said the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, apparently not putting two and two together to realize that the assassins were two of her uncles.
"That just makes it that much worse. You acted out of anger, without thinking. If you had thought, maybe, you could have seen why your father did what he did. You may have the best arguments you can think of, but my mind is as set as yours. As long as you keep thinking what you did was right, I will keep thinking you are a self centered little boy with too much power in his grubby little hands." She looked at him, waiting for his reply.
"But he made a bad decision." He whispered into the night. Alex punched him in the shoulder. It amazed him how much driving force was behind her right fist, even with the poison still in her veins.
"Repeating the same argument over and over just makes you sound ignorant and cocky. Either concede to me, or leave, I never want to see you again. I will not take any crap from you, I've been through enough in my life already." There was total silence for several minutes.
"Alright." He said, breaking the awkward silence. "I admit what I did was wrong. I find that the less I think about it, the less I notice that he is gone and that it is my fault."
"Now you know how I feel, except mine was almost an entire village."
"I never did get the full story of the raid. Will you tell me?"
"In the morning. Night is not the time for such tales."
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Takmet stared at her in amazement, mouth agape.
"You remember everything, and you were five!" She nodded.
"It was kept fresh by dreaming of it every night for the past ten years." He was amazed that she hadn't commited suicide yet. "Memnon wishes to speak with me in private." Standing, she winced and rubbed her arm.
"What's wrong?"
"My arm is still sore, that's all." Still rubbing her arm, she left.
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Heart don't forget, something like that...
What? Oh, sorry, I forgot we were still live.
So yeah. That's the next chapter. Review, damnit!
