A/N: older sisters ruin EVERYTHING!
It was time, Amynda Byron decided. Time to choose. Toto had told her to choose. Kill Caine. Kill Drake. Kill one. Or the other. Or else. She had put off the choice long enough. It was time to decide.
She stepped out of her castle and into the street, under the glow of the flickering torches reflecting shadow patterns on her face that made her look, if possible, even sexier than usual. She fixed the hemline of her gown and trotted out into the dirt road in quietness.
"Ready, Fruity-Tooty?" she asked her adorable goaticorn trotting beside her. It giggliggled and nodded. "This is something we have to do together, right, boy?"
It giggliggled and nodded.
Together, they trotted down the road, a girl and her pet, swaying with the music and humming. They walked up the hill by the light of the moonless, starless sky. This was the FAYZ. Anything could happen.
They were outlined in moonlight atop that hill, a girl and her sweet, gentle pet, skillets in the darkness, all that held back the nitrous, the one hope for the FAYZ. So alone, so good, so pure, in such a cruel world.
"I have never killed before," Amynda whispered to Fruity-Tooty. "I have never even hurt anyone. I do not know if I can do this."
Fruity-Tooty giggliggled. It was a giggle of strengths. For Amanda Byron had made her choice. She knew who she was going to kill.
A/N: REBOOOOOOOS.