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Title: Deadly Flower
Fandom: Scarlet Pimpernel
Characters: Sergent Bibot (he guards the West Gate)
Prompt: Shade
Word Count: 142
Rating: PG
Summary: Angsting about catching our elusive friend.
Author's Notes: Comments make me very happy.
Bibot shivered and stared lustfully at the bottle on his desk. His mind was battling. If they find him inebriated he shall be killed, and if he doesn't catch the Scarlet Pimpernel he'd be killed. Really, there was no hope.
How does one catch a shade? Did the committee think he was a deity, did they think that Citoyen Bibot was a match for this skilled specter?
Oh, in daylight he boasted about catching the aristo-lover, but in the dead of night his bravo died. Would he attempt it during this driving rain? Of course, of course, nothing can hold a phantom.
Bibot gave-up and took a swig. He was a doomed man whatever the outcome. He could not die with valor, nor could he die with honor. All he could hope was that Madame Guillotine was as quick as they say.
