"Who are you?"
"Huh? Morgue it's me, your sister!"
"Uhh..."
"I'm gonna go get breakfast!"
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"You told me to pay my respects to the dead."
"But, Darcy, we're not dead."
"Yet."
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"I can travel realities."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome."
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"Get your act together, Morgue. We got stuff to do. Cry on your own time."
"Yeah well I think I'll cry- did you just slap me?"
"Criers get slapped."
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"I'm not scared of the things in the dark. That would mean there's something in the dark scarier than me."
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"Morgan...what if I'm worse than him?"
"Do you want them be afraid of you? The bad people who hurt the other kids?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want the innocent to fear you?"
"...kinda."
"Then you're better than him."
"Really?"
"Well some of these kids are buttholes. It's okay to scare them."
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"What did you say?"
"You heard me. Our foster father was a peodophile. Last Monday- he tried to take you. I switched beds because then he would take me."
"You- you didn't have to do that."
"You're right. I should've killed him that night, instead of now."
"You're only nine, Darcy."
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Darcy sat in a crowd of children. It was a community assembly. She wasn't watching the presentation. Instead her eyes searched the parents. Her purple eyes questioning each one. She had gotten good at seeing the rotten ones.
Her sister sat beside her. Morgan's amber eyes were just as diligent.
The assembly was to address the recent child abductions.
Darcy knew she and Morgan would have the matter settled.
Her eyes landed on one parent, sitting near the back.
She poked her sister's arm. She nodded with her head. "Fourth row, sitting at the end."
Morgan saw him and nodded. "We go at lights out."
They bumped fists.
Darcy knew her sister didn't like that Darcy was a killer. Instead of trying to stop her, though, Morgan taught Darcy how to do it right.
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"It's a lime shirt! Not the Hope Diamond!"
"If you had waited ten author damned minutes!"
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"Ye-wait...Mane 6? Princesses? Ponyville? You went to 'My Little Pony' didn't you!"
"Not by choice, I remind you."
She laughed. "So, what were you? A dragon, a griffon, pegasis? Earth pony, seahorse?" Darcy tried.
"Nope. I was a unicorn. I was raspberry pink, had a midnight blue mane with sterling silver stripes, and amber eyes." Darcy was about to die laughing. "And...the dragon in my house-" Her jaw dropped "-has mostly lilac scales but the ones on her head, stomach and spines are midnight blue."
"A dragon! You got a dragon!" Darcy cheered, standing up and almost spilling some Coke.
"She's a Made-up Dragon, Darce, she was like...four or five!"
Darcy shrugged. "I was too, you don't see me effected."
"Just a few minutes ago you told me you killed twelve frat guys on your birthday after drugging them and had sex with them." Morgan deadpanned.
"Yes, your point?" Darcy asked.
"Ugh!" Morgan groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it in Darcy's face. "So, if you turned out so bad then imagine how a female dragon that breathes fire will do!"
Darcy gawked.
"Exactly!"
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"Fishing is fun, innit kid?"
"Yeah! I like it!"
"Cool. Do you eat fish raw or cooked?"
"I don't know?"
"Meh. We'll find out."
"Auntie Killjoy, why is your cutiemark a knife?"
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"You don't get it Morgue, I have to do this."
"The bloodshed has to stop! I can't keep living with the guilt you pass onto me!"
"It'll stop Morgue when the movie stops." Darcy had gripped her sister's arm, pulling Morgan close to her. "Or when you die."
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"Darcy you have to help me. I can't keep Lilac safe any longer. Dominic has tried using her as bait so he could kill me-"
"Someone tried to kill Lilac and he's still alive!" Darcy yelled.
"Yes, I don't have the skills you have at stopping him. You have to help Darcy, Lilac needs her aunt as much as she needs her mother. Please, help me."
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Darcy has traded places with her sister. They were identical twins, so it was easy. Well identical down to the eyes. Morgan's were gold, Darcy's were purple. An easy fix with color contacts.
Dominic Chamberlin, the man who murdered the previous Queen of their people, wanted to kill Morgan too. Because he thought Morgan was the new Queen.
Darcy would never let that happen.
"Would you like to have any last words?"
"I hope you die like the rat you are."
"I'll die like a King, you'll die like the trash you are. That little Created dragon goes next."
"My sister knows about you. She won't stop until you're dead and rolling in your grave."
"Darcy Anderson? That little Created sitting in lock-up? That's a laugh. She probably can't open a pickle jar."
"I'm Darcy Anderson. My sister is Traveler Morgan Spencer. She's done more in her life than you've done in your's. She gets a little cranky when I'm not around, do you should be letting me go."
"Like I would believe that. My own wife gave that nonsense and I didn't believe her."
"Yet another reason your marriage is failing."
"Ah, that teenage wit. I won't miss it."
"You'll miss somethin' but it ain't my wit. You'll miss killing Morgan Spencer."
"Are you to tell me, you aren't Morgan Spencer?"
"Well, that depends on who you ask. Morgue will say I'm Darcy Anderson. Freddy will say I'm the Nightmare Girl. Jason won't say anything because he never talks. My favorite killer, Chucky, will say I'm that Creepy Little Girl with the Creepy Eyes."
"Creepy eyes? Those amber eyes do creepy me out a little. No, wait, they just make me laugh."
"There's this new thing called colored contacts. You'd be surprised what kind of stuff you can get at 2 in the morning for nothing. Actually, nothing's a lie, it cost an arm and a leg."
"But not your arm or leg. It also cost you your head."
"Good-bye." Darcy whispered, thinking about the sister she was literally dying to save.
The blade of the guillotine fell above her head.
And then she slept.
And then Cupid opened her eyes.
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