The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Resurrected
Chapter 3 – Please Save Me From The Demon
Rosaline stumbled along, her eyes darting everywhere almost rolling with her madness. The man had come to her for the past two nights and she was terrified and intoxicated. She couldn't breath without thinking about him, she choked when she remembered his face.
Her cheeks were flushed with a body heat that derived from panic, and although the morning was cool and clear she saw no beauty anywhere. Half feeling her way through the narrow streets of Lugoj. ((Yes before you ask that is a proper Romanian town very close to the longitudes and latitudes I gave in my previous chapter.))
Her mind was fighting for control, the face and voice of him were seeping through all her defences though, and she was powerless. He was like honey, and she was the bee; completely and hopelessly attracted by his sugar sweet promises of love.
Breathing harshly she almost ran the last few steps to the shack on the edge of the town. Her fingers fumbled inside her blouse trying to catch hold of her small silver crucifix. But the sweat from her fingers wouldn't allow her to get a good grip, this natural reason was put down in her mind as a sign that she was one of the damned.
"NAINA!!" She rushed up to the rough beige door and rapped on it harshly, desperate to talk to her old friend, "NAINA PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!!"
From inside she heard the soft slaps of bare feet and they came to rest behind the door. "Who's there?" was the suspicious answer Rosaline's pleas.
"Naina, it's me, Rosaline." She was almost sobbing by now the flight from the house, the race through the town. They danced as delirious shadows in the depths of her mind and she fought to regain he sense of equilibrium and calm, "Naina please open the door. I need your help."
Cautiously the door was pulled back, and the grating sound that it made on the rough stone floor reverberated through Rosaline's head like the bells that tolled death. She tumbled through the door and fell onto the small old woman in tears.
Taken aback at first by Rosaline's behaviour she was at a loss as to what to do. Eventually however, her natural instincts kicked in and she stroked her thick brown hair and rocked her smoothly back and forth in the manner that one would treat a small child.
Rosaline's sobs did not cease for a good five minutes, and all the grief, pain and fear that Dorian had made her feel flowed out like lava from an erupting volcano. Rosaline's head rested in the deep crook between Naina's shoulder as her tears slowly subsided into quiet sobs.
"Now", she asked softly, "What's all this about? Hmm, why you come and wake old Naina up so early Little Miss?"
Rosaline pushed away from her. Pulling a hand through her hair in a distraught manner she stuttered, "It's . . . I'm so . . .he says he loves me."
A warm laugh vibrated through the olds woman's body, "So, Little Miss Rosaline is broken hearted over a sweetheart, is that it? He promised to give you the moon but you got some cheese instead?"
Tears welled up in Rosaline's eyes. Naina's words seemed to mock her, just like Dorian's rich brown eyes. "No! He's not my sweet heart, he's like an angel, and yet you looks at me as though he has nothing but ice in his eyes. He scares me Naina."
She got to her feet, her hands were shaking as she fought the powers in her mind which were screaming at her to stop telling her friend about Dorian. "He comes to me, he comes in my dreams. Always the same promises, always the same plea to be free, always the same kiss at the end. He's a demon Naina, a demon fighting to be free."
As Rosaline's hysteria flowed out of her, Naina's mouth turned from a hopeless smile to a look of extreme sincerity. Carefully she studied Rosaline, she was obviously upset by these dreams, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright. She noted that her breathing was shallow and irregular and saw the internal fight going on as whatever power was after her tried to conceal itself.
"Oh My Child", she whispered at last, "You have been chosen by God to face a great power, there is little I can do."
Sinking to her knees, Rosaline pleaded with her eyes. Despair seemed to flow from her, seeping out and chilling the air around her. "You were my only hope of salvation. The Lord has abandoned me to fight the devil alone, I may as well say my prayers of forgiveness before death now."
Calmly she knelt on the floor one hand gripped around her crucifix, the other clutching the area of skin just above her heart.
"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in Green pastures,
he leads me by quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil."
The old woman frowned at her and shook her roughly as she knelt down in front of her. "You silly girl, the Lord abandons no one, in times of need he is there more than we will ever know. You will face your demons and you will win, have faith in yourself and the Lord. He has never left you before, he brought you to me, to your mistress yes he is your shepherd, and yes you walk in the shadow of death, but you are right to fear no evil."
Gently she cupped Rosaline's tear streaked chin in her old callous hands and said gently, "The Lord never lets anyone face an evil they can not defeat, you are being tested to see if you can become an angel. If you die you will be eternally happy in his home, if you live you will be eternally happy with those you love. Rosaline you can not loose. Don't let me hear that psalm again until you are an old, old woman on her death bed."
Rosaline smiled through her tears and even managed to feel a little sheepish. The fear of Dorian, the power that filled her at night seemed almost like an echo now and she felt calmer than she had felt in three days. "God bless you Naina, you are so good to me every day, I should be lost without you."
Naina inclined her head and then pulled the girl to her feet. "Now girl, you go home and every night you pray and God will help you fight this man. Don't listen to his promises of love and never free him. Every time it gets too much to bear you find your crucifix and God will find you in the blink of an eye. You'd best get back now, your Mistress will be up and looking for you. It might give her a nasty shock to find that you're not there."
Rosaline nodded in agreement, and composing herself, she quickly tied back her limp hair. Giving her eyes a final wipe, and Naina a final kiss on the cheek she set off back through the town. Ready to forget about Dorian and his wilful desires.
Her old eyes watched the child leaver from just behind the door frame. She knew that there was something much more powerful going on and the Lord had chosen Rosaline, her Rosaline to be apart of his plan. The grip around the door frame tightened and her long nails bit into the wood slightly.
"Even though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil.
For you are with me.
Lord please watch over Rosaline while I am gone, guide her and show her the path back to light."
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Henry Jekyll sat at the back of a laboratory which a frown creasing his forehead. He couldn't work out a particular unknown compound and he had a deadline. He pinched the bridge of his nose in mild despair, wondering if he could get a message to Mina and ask her to come and help him.
He idly wondered what Mina and Nemo were up to at the moment, Mina had been involved in caring for the wounded at one point. However she'd only really started in the last year of the war and now most of the men that were still living had returned home to be cared for by their families.
Dr Jekyll on the other hand had volunteered as soon as the war started to join a special team of scientists who had analysed the German weapons and looked for weaknesses in them. He hadn't really found it very satisfying though, it was nice to think that by improving English weapons you were improving the soldier's chances of survival. He knew that wasn't the case though, he wasn't really the violent one. That was Edward.
Sniffing slightly as he examined the powder once again he thought about Edward. He hadn't been bothered by his need for him so much lately. The horrors of the war had put all thoughts of violence and crime out of his head. Also he'd been so busy here in France in his job that he had pretty much occupied all hours of the day.
He tipped a tiny amount of the powder out onto a glass slide and had just put it under the microscope when the door flew open and his harried looking assistant rushed in. He was gripping something in his hand and his normally wide eyes were even wider than ever.
"Dr Jekyll! Dr Jekyll Sir! Urgent Telegram, came five minutes ago!"
He thrust the piece of paper upon the surprised Doctor and promptly started rushing around the lab in the manner of a mad man. Jekyll looked at him with an expression of complete confusion. Shaking his head he looked down at the paper. Denethy was liable to over react sometimes.
As he read however his hand flew to his mouth in horror,
"Henry.
We have received news from an unknown enemy that they have Tom prisoner and that they will kill him unless we reach a village in Romania at a set date. We have three days to get everyone together and get there.
Nemo and I will be waiting at the port of Marseille tonight. It is vital that you are there, by what ever means it takes. Jekyll this man knew of the League's previous existence and he seems to want to destroy us. Please be there.
Yours truly, Mina."
His face paled and the hand that held the letter began to tremble, "Denethy, we must reach Marseille by this evening."
Denethy bowed, "Indeed Dr Jekyll, but how? It is an almost impossible feat, the best way would probably be to get a plane, but as far as I know there are no planes going to Marseille today."
Jekyll pocketed the powder without another thought and sprang to his feet. "Listen Denethy, you must pack my bag I'll probably be gone for quite a while so as many clean suits as you can find."
Denethy looked at him, nodded, turned to go but then turned back hesitantly, "Please Dr Jekyll allow me to accompany you, you have become my friend through these dreadful times, and I have already lost my family to the war, I do not wish to loose you."
Henry who had been pacing around trying to figure out how to persuade a pilot to take them to Marseille started at Denethy's request, "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind having a friend with me. It's just the League was something sort of personal. I guess you might as well come along, I warn you though, you will see some things that will offend the scientific principles we have been working with."
Denethy nodded, "I understand. I'll go and get your things ready now, but I have absolutely no idea how we're going to get to the South of France tonight." He went out of the door and Jekyll's rather sensitive hearing picked up on his fading mutters about how pilots just weren't going to want to go out tonight.
Quite suddenly a dreadful smile came into Jekyll's face and a voice which was only the faint echo of his own growled, "Don't worry, I have an old friend who would be more than happy to give us a hand."
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Skinner was sitting in a very seedy water front bar and quite truthfully was revelling in it. There was nothing like the cheap aura of a tavern in the early Nineteen hundreds. There was nothing like their gullibility either. He found it a piece of cake going round stealing money here, taking a watch or ring there.
He had tried to give up his ways, he honestly had but he decided that it was better to embrace ones true self rather than fight against it like Jekyll. At the moment though he was up to something much more important than wallowing in self pity. A recent telegram had informed him that a certain American Agent had managed to land himself in a spot of trouble.
Now he had to drag himself out of his much wanted holiday in order to search for a pilot in order to fly to the South of France in order to meet Nemo and his cohorts. The only thing that warmed him to the task was the prospect of seeing Mina again. He knew that they weren't going to take off but she was a lovely woman to tease.
At last a man in the unmistakable grey blue of a pilot uniform stepped into the pub. That was Skinner's cue. In his naked state he made his way over to where the man had just sat down and sat by him.
The man's eyes flickered in his direction nervously as though he had sensed someone watching him but that he was hallucinating. Skinner smirked this was going to be so much fun.
"Hallo old friend."
The man paled visibly and he eyes flailed around wildly, "Who said that?"
"Why you did."
"Me?"
"Yes, I'm you conscience."
The man's face went from white to ashen grey and he downed the drink on his table all in one go. His hand shook as he replaced the glass on the table and wiped his lip. Skinner rolled his eyes and pressed on, didn't the idiot realise he was on a schedule?
"Listen mate, you've done some pretty rough things in your life haven't you?"
The man nodded silently, it seemed he had give into his own madness and was now lying with his head on the table. This would actually have been rather amusing to Skinner normally but he was worried about Tom, and he didn't want to be the reason why they didn't make it to the meeting place in Romania on time.
"Well listen, I'm going to give you a chance to recompense for all those things."
The man sniffed and brightened a little, "You are? You must be a nice conscience, I haven't heard of anyone else's doing that sort of thing."
Idly Skinner wondered just how many men who had talked to their consciences this man knew. Repressing his sarcastic comment he finished, "You just have to fly to the south of France to the airport at Marseille."
The poor pilot sat up and looked at the apparent thin air which Skinner occupied, "That's it?"
"Well no" he paused uncertainly and finished off in a lame religious manner, "You have to go now and say your prayers on the beach there before the sun rises tomorrow. Or you'll be forever damned."
A flustered sweat came over the man and he hurriedly paid for his drink. Stumbling out of the pub he half ran down the street to the airport; afraid that his conscience would suddenly turn nasty on him and he would never get a chance to repay his debt to humanity.
As for Skinner, well he was literally laughing all the way.
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Lame I know, but I was having writers block. It just struck me as a Skinner sort of thing to do.
Before you go all Mary Sue thinking on me about Rosaline being all religious and innocent just hear me out. In Romania they are very superstitious ,anyone who's read Dracula will know that. They are also very strong Catholic Country, so really I'm just trying to make her character more believable and realistic. I know there are quite a few LXG fics which tie in Religion with the main character but I'm just trying to create diversity in my characters. It made sense to me that she should be like that, you tell me what you think in your reviews.
Oh and the psalm they say is from the bible, number 23. I'm sure some of you will have heard it before. It's one of my favourites. ^^
Gosh I feel confliction at the moment. I have just read Oscar Wilde's "The Picture Of Dorian Gray." And have consequently found that he's blonde originally! I had to come up with a way to work in the colour change, because I'm not really too keen on over writing Oscar Wilde in the favour of a film. (Yes, even though Stuart Townsend is one of the most sexy men I've seen ;-) ) Sadly though you'll probably have to wait for a chapter near the end to find out my reasoning.
This is a special note for Lady Norbert, I'm glad I made your day with my review, you made mine with yours. ^^ For all of you who read my story, I recommend her story The Private Diary Of Elizabeth Quatermain. It's written superbly and I really do think that it's going places.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please Review if you did or didn't, I'm open to criticism, I may not like it but that's how I'll improve on my writing, which is part of the reason why I make my work public.
All the best,
Emerald3
Chapter 3 – Please Save Me From The Demon
Rosaline stumbled along, her eyes darting everywhere almost rolling with her madness. The man had come to her for the past two nights and she was terrified and intoxicated. She couldn't breath without thinking about him, she choked when she remembered his face.
Her cheeks were flushed with a body heat that derived from panic, and although the morning was cool and clear she saw no beauty anywhere. Half feeling her way through the narrow streets of Lugoj. ((Yes before you ask that is a proper Romanian town very close to the longitudes and latitudes I gave in my previous chapter.))
Her mind was fighting for control, the face and voice of him were seeping through all her defences though, and she was powerless. He was like honey, and she was the bee; completely and hopelessly attracted by his sugar sweet promises of love.
Breathing harshly she almost ran the last few steps to the shack on the edge of the town. Her fingers fumbled inside her blouse trying to catch hold of her small silver crucifix. But the sweat from her fingers wouldn't allow her to get a good grip, this natural reason was put down in her mind as a sign that she was one of the damned.
"NAINA!!" She rushed up to the rough beige door and rapped on it harshly, desperate to talk to her old friend, "NAINA PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!!"
From inside she heard the soft slaps of bare feet and they came to rest behind the door. "Who's there?" was the suspicious answer Rosaline's pleas.
"Naina, it's me, Rosaline." She was almost sobbing by now the flight from the house, the race through the town. They danced as delirious shadows in the depths of her mind and she fought to regain he sense of equilibrium and calm, "Naina please open the door. I need your help."
Cautiously the door was pulled back, and the grating sound that it made on the rough stone floor reverberated through Rosaline's head like the bells that tolled death. She tumbled through the door and fell onto the small old woman in tears.
Taken aback at first by Rosaline's behaviour she was at a loss as to what to do. Eventually however, her natural instincts kicked in and she stroked her thick brown hair and rocked her smoothly back and forth in the manner that one would treat a small child.
Rosaline's sobs did not cease for a good five minutes, and all the grief, pain and fear that Dorian had made her feel flowed out like lava from an erupting volcano. Rosaline's head rested in the deep crook between Naina's shoulder as her tears slowly subsided into quiet sobs.
"Now", she asked softly, "What's all this about? Hmm, why you come and wake old Naina up so early Little Miss?"
Rosaline pushed away from her. Pulling a hand through her hair in a distraught manner she stuttered, "It's . . . I'm so . . .he says he loves me."
A warm laugh vibrated through the olds woman's body, "So, Little Miss Rosaline is broken hearted over a sweetheart, is that it? He promised to give you the moon but you got some cheese instead?"
Tears welled up in Rosaline's eyes. Naina's words seemed to mock her, just like Dorian's rich brown eyes. "No! He's not my sweet heart, he's like an angel, and yet you looks at me as though he has nothing but ice in his eyes. He scares me Naina."
She got to her feet, her hands were shaking as she fought the powers in her mind which were screaming at her to stop telling her friend about Dorian. "He comes to me, he comes in my dreams. Always the same promises, always the same plea to be free, always the same kiss at the end. He's a demon Naina, a demon fighting to be free."
As Rosaline's hysteria flowed out of her, Naina's mouth turned from a hopeless smile to a look of extreme sincerity. Carefully she studied Rosaline, she was obviously upset by these dreams, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright. She noted that her breathing was shallow and irregular and saw the internal fight going on as whatever power was after her tried to conceal itself.
"Oh My Child", she whispered at last, "You have been chosen by God to face a great power, there is little I can do."
Sinking to her knees, Rosaline pleaded with her eyes. Despair seemed to flow from her, seeping out and chilling the air around her. "You were my only hope of salvation. The Lord has abandoned me to fight the devil alone, I may as well say my prayers of forgiveness before death now."
Calmly she knelt on the floor one hand gripped around her crucifix, the other clutching the area of skin just above her heart.
"The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in Green pastures,
he leads me by quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil."
The old woman frowned at her and shook her roughly as she knelt down in front of her. "You silly girl, the Lord abandons no one, in times of need he is there more than we will ever know. You will face your demons and you will win, have faith in yourself and the Lord. He has never left you before, he brought you to me, to your mistress yes he is your shepherd, and yes you walk in the shadow of death, but you are right to fear no evil."
Gently she cupped Rosaline's tear streaked chin in her old callous hands and said gently, "The Lord never lets anyone face an evil they can not defeat, you are being tested to see if you can become an angel. If you die you will be eternally happy in his home, if you live you will be eternally happy with those you love. Rosaline you can not loose. Don't let me hear that psalm again until you are an old, old woman on her death bed."
Rosaline smiled through her tears and even managed to feel a little sheepish. The fear of Dorian, the power that filled her at night seemed almost like an echo now and she felt calmer than she had felt in three days. "God bless you Naina, you are so good to me every day, I should be lost without you."
Naina inclined her head and then pulled the girl to her feet. "Now girl, you go home and every night you pray and God will help you fight this man. Don't listen to his promises of love and never free him. Every time it gets too much to bear you find your crucifix and God will find you in the blink of an eye. You'd best get back now, your Mistress will be up and looking for you. It might give her a nasty shock to find that you're not there."
Rosaline nodded in agreement, and composing herself, she quickly tied back her limp hair. Giving her eyes a final wipe, and Naina a final kiss on the cheek she set off back through the town. Ready to forget about Dorian and his wilful desires.
Her old eyes watched the child leaver from just behind the door frame. She knew that there was something much more powerful going on and the Lord had chosen Rosaline, her Rosaline to be apart of his plan. The grip around the door frame tightened and her long nails bit into the wood slightly.
"Even though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil.
For you are with me.
Lord please watch over Rosaline while I am gone, guide her and show her the path back to light."
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Henry Jekyll sat at the back of a laboratory which a frown creasing his forehead. He couldn't work out a particular unknown compound and he had a deadline. He pinched the bridge of his nose in mild despair, wondering if he could get a message to Mina and ask her to come and help him.
He idly wondered what Mina and Nemo were up to at the moment, Mina had been involved in caring for the wounded at one point. However she'd only really started in the last year of the war and now most of the men that were still living had returned home to be cared for by their families.
Dr Jekyll on the other hand had volunteered as soon as the war started to join a special team of scientists who had analysed the German weapons and looked for weaknesses in them. He hadn't really found it very satisfying though, it was nice to think that by improving English weapons you were improving the soldier's chances of survival. He knew that wasn't the case though, he wasn't really the violent one. That was Edward.
Sniffing slightly as he examined the powder once again he thought about Edward. He hadn't been bothered by his need for him so much lately. The horrors of the war had put all thoughts of violence and crime out of his head. Also he'd been so busy here in France in his job that he had pretty much occupied all hours of the day.
He tipped a tiny amount of the powder out onto a glass slide and had just put it under the microscope when the door flew open and his harried looking assistant rushed in. He was gripping something in his hand and his normally wide eyes were even wider than ever.
"Dr Jekyll! Dr Jekyll Sir! Urgent Telegram, came five minutes ago!"
He thrust the piece of paper upon the surprised Doctor and promptly started rushing around the lab in the manner of a mad man. Jekyll looked at him with an expression of complete confusion. Shaking his head he looked down at the paper. Denethy was liable to over react sometimes.
As he read however his hand flew to his mouth in horror,
"Henry.
We have received news from an unknown enemy that they have Tom prisoner and that they will kill him unless we reach a village in Romania at a set date. We have three days to get everyone together and get there.
Nemo and I will be waiting at the port of Marseille tonight. It is vital that you are there, by what ever means it takes. Jekyll this man knew of the League's previous existence and he seems to want to destroy us. Please be there.
Yours truly, Mina."
His face paled and the hand that held the letter began to tremble, "Denethy, we must reach Marseille by this evening."
Denethy bowed, "Indeed Dr Jekyll, but how? It is an almost impossible feat, the best way would probably be to get a plane, but as far as I know there are no planes going to Marseille today."
Jekyll pocketed the powder without another thought and sprang to his feet. "Listen Denethy, you must pack my bag I'll probably be gone for quite a while so as many clean suits as you can find."
Denethy looked at him, nodded, turned to go but then turned back hesitantly, "Please Dr Jekyll allow me to accompany you, you have become my friend through these dreadful times, and I have already lost my family to the war, I do not wish to loose you."
Henry who had been pacing around trying to figure out how to persuade a pilot to take them to Marseille started at Denethy's request, "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind having a friend with me. It's just the League was something sort of personal. I guess you might as well come along, I warn you though, you will see some things that will offend the scientific principles we have been working with."
Denethy nodded, "I understand. I'll go and get your things ready now, but I have absolutely no idea how we're going to get to the South of France tonight." He went out of the door and Jekyll's rather sensitive hearing picked up on his fading mutters about how pilots just weren't going to want to go out tonight.
Quite suddenly a dreadful smile came into Jekyll's face and a voice which was only the faint echo of his own growled, "Don't worry, I have an old friend who would be more than happy to give us a hand."
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Skinner was sitting in a very seedy water front bar and quite truthfully was revelling in it. There was nothing like the cheap aura of a tavern in the early Nineteen hundreds. There was nothing like their gullibility either. He found it a piece of cake going round stealing money here, taking a watch or ring there.
He had tried to give up his ways, he honestly had but he decided that it was better to embrace ones true self rather than fight against it like Jekyll. At the moment though he was up to something much more important than wallowing in self pity. A recent telegram had informed him that a certain American Agent had managed to land himself in a spot of trouble.
Now he had to drag himself out of his much wanted holiday in order to search for a pilot in order to fly to the South of France in order to meet Nemo and his cohorts. The only thing that warmed him to the task was the prospect of seeing Mina again. He knew that they weren't going to take off but she was a lovely woman to tease.
At last a man in the unmistakable grey blue of a pilot uniform stepped into the pub. That was Skinner's cue. In his naked state he made his way over to where the man had just sat down and sat by him.
The man's eyes flickered in his direction nervously as though he had sensed someone watching him but that he was hallucinating. Skinner smirked this was going to be so much fun.
"Hallo old friend."
The man paled visibly and he eyes flailed around wildly, "Who said that?"
"Why you did."
"Me?"
"Yes, I'm you conscience."
The man's face went from white to ashen grey and he downed the drink on his table all in one go. His hand shook as he replaced the glass on the table and wiped his lip. Skinner rolled his eyes and pressed on, didn't the idiot realise he was on a schedule?
"Listen mate, you've done some pretty rough things in your life haven't you?"
The man nodded silently, it seemed he had give into his own madness and was now lying with his head on the table. This would actually have been rather amusing to Skinner normally but he was worried about Tom, and he didn't want to be the reason why they didn't make it to the meeting place in Romania on time.
"Well listen, I'm going to give you a chance to recompense for all those things."
The man sniffed and brightened a little, "You are? You must be a nice conscience, I haven't heard of anyone else's doing that sort of thing."
Idly Skinner wondered just how many men who had talked to their consciences this man knew. Repressing his sarcastic comment he finished, "You just have to fly to the south of France to the airport at Marseille."
The poor pilot sat up and looked at the apparent thin air which Skinner occupied, "That's it?"
"Well no" he paused uncertainly and finished off in a lame religious manner, "You have to go now and say your prayers on the beach there before the sun rises tomorrow. Or you'll be forever damned."
A flustered sweat came over the man and he hurriedly paid for his drink. Stumbling out of the pub he half ran down the street to the airport; afraid that his conscience would suddenly turn nasty on him and he would never get a chance to repay his debt to humanity.
As for Skinner, well he was literally laughing all the way.
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Lame I know, but I was having writers block. It just struck me as a Skinner sort of thing to do.
Before you go all Mary Sue thinking on me about Rosaline being all religious and innocent just hear me out. In Romania they are very superstitious ,anyone who's read Dracula will know that. They are also very strong Catholic Country, so really I'm just trying to make her character more believable and realistic. I know there are quite a few LXG fics which tie in Religion with the main character but I'm just trying to create diversity in my characters. It made sense to me that she should be like that, you tell me what you think in your reviews.
Oh and the psalm they say is from the bible, number 23. I'm sure some of you will have heard it before. It's one of my favourites. ^^
Gosh I feel confliction at the moment. I have just read Oscar Wilde's "The Picture Of Dorian Gray." And have consequently found that he's blonde originally! I had to come up with a way to work in the colour change, because I'm not really too keen on over writing Oscar Wilde in the favour of a film. (Yes, even though Stuart Townsend is one of the most sexy men I've seen ;-) ) Sadly though you'll probably have to wait for a chapter near the end to find out my reasoning.
This is a special note for Lady Norbert, I'm glad I made your day with my review, you made mine with yours. ^^ For all of you who read my story, I recommend her story The Private Diary Of Elizabeth Quatermain. It's written superbly and I really do think that it's going places.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please Review if you did or didn't, I'm open to criticism, I may not like it but that's how I'll improve on my writing, which is part of the reason why I make my work public.
All the best,
Emerald3