Merci beaucoup, Keaira. Since I'm running out of ideas here, I'm going to use that multi-language thanking I was talking about, so the first one's French.
So…you're still wondering what's going on? Read on…a bit is given away in this chapter.
This chapter really is the same scene for the most part as 10A – just from a different viewpoint. Anyone wonder what happened between Lucy and Amy in the room? Anyone find it a little odd that Lucy and Amy are back together? I won't spoil anything, but it's all here
And don't worry if the title seems a bit cryptic again…you'll find out now.
Again, M for bad language – children, cover your ears. It's warranted in this chapter, especially towards the end.
Opening lyrics come from David Gray's Gutters Full of Rain; end lyrics belong to Daughtry's Used To
Chapter 10B: Of Guns, Jewelry, and Insects from Spain – Part Two
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I was seeking to possess
Now another girl's caress
Is on your flesh
The bitterness is tasted
There's nobody in your chair
No hand to touch my hair
The sun even the air seems wasted
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Amy's POV
Walking down the stairs in the D.E.B.S. house, I heard a knock on the door. Both hoping and dreading that it was Lucy, I turned to Max, who was already at the door. She nodded her head, probably knowing what I was thinking.
"Amy, it's her, let me handle it," Max said, smiling at me. I hated to see what letting her handle it would entail, but I decided to do just that. Still, monitoring the situation couldn't hurt, especially not if Max was in one of her psychotic moods. "I think it would be better if you weren't in the room."
That last statement practically gave away Max's intent; this was not going to be an exchange of pleasantries between Max and Lucy. Max drew her gun. "Max! No, don't do that!" I exclaimed. Max held up the gun, opened up the chamber and showed me that it was empty.
"Just gonna scare her, Amy. She broke our agreement."
"Just don't do anything you end up regretting," I said. And please don't end up doing anything that I'll end up regretting letting you do.
I left the room and hid behind the wall as Max unlocked the door and opened it. I peeked around the edge of the wall and could see Max hold the gun out to Lucy's head. She sure had a way of handling things; no wonder anyone who met her considered her borderline psychotic.
"Diamond," she growled, venom clear in her voice. "What did I tell you back in Barcelona, Diamond? I didn't get you two that fucking pardon so that you could go and screw the next girl that comes around. I told you that if you broke her heart I would kill you. Did you think I was joking?" If I didn't know that she the gun was unloaded, I would actually believe her. She was definitely doing a good acting job. "Max Brewer does not joke about stuff like that. I don't care if you still love Amy, or whatever other bullshit might come out of your mouth. She doesn't want to see you anyway. Diamond, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time." Max's statements weren't necessarily true – part of me did want to see Lucy.
"Go ahead. Pull the trigger," Lucy said dejectedly. My jaw dropped open; that was not the reaction I had expected at all. Was she really hurting as much as I was?
"What? Lucy, you can't be serious!" exclaimed a male voice, one that I recognized as Scud's.
"I am, Scud, I deserve it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought Lucy deserved a lot of things. I mean, what she did was practically unforgivable, but death? She didn't deserve to die. Hopefully, she wasn't suicidal or anything. What had I done?
"You are joking, though, right?" Max asked.
"No, I'm not. Look, what I did to Amy…God, I can never forgive myself. I don't even know why I did it, or what crossed my mind. I pushed her away…I pushed away the only person who's ever meant more to me than myself."
"Lucy, come inside. Let's talk about this." Max stepped away from the door and I quickly hid back behind the wall. I was intrigued by this turn of events. Maybe Lucy was actually sorry…but how could I forgive her?
"Max, I don't know what I can do. I've lost her, and I never meant to hurt her…"
"Well you did do a damn good job of that."
"I know, and believe me, it breaks my heart more. I don't even know how it happened. I mean, one second I was in the bar at a hotel, and the next thing I remember, I'm in bed with my ex. If I could take everything back, turn back time, I would. I don't know if I could have avoided my obligation to Corleone, he can bend anyone's will, and the things he's capable of…I had to hold up my end of the bargain. But, as far as Chastity, I didn't want to do it. There's no one in the world I love more than Amy. If she really doesn't want to see me, like you said, well, I'd rather die than live without her." My heart melted. Lucy still loved me. My Lucy still loved me, but could I just go back with her, knowing what happened? She cheated on me! How could she possibly do that if she really felt this way? My mind kept going in circles. So many things were running through it. I decided that I needed to at least talk things over with Lucy.
"You don't have to do that," I said walking out from the doorway. She didn't have to kill herself. I did want to see her, no matter what Max said.
"Amy…I…didn't want to…you know that…I love you," Lucy mumbled, apparently trying to find the words. Just looking at her, I knew that she meant every word that she said. Her expression conveyed heartbroken loss, and love now unrequited. Gazing into her soul, something that I had found I could always do with Lucy, I found that she was still mine…but was I still hers?
Walking across the room and sitting next to Lucy, I held Lucy's hands as Dominique and Janet descended down the stairs.
"Lucy," I said, making eye contact with her, "I love you too, and I know you know that." I meant it. Even if I could never learn to forgive her, a part of my heart was still devoted to her. That part was just black, rotten, and decaying right now. I continued, "But Lucy, you hurt me. You really hurt me. I don't know if I can get over that. I mean, it doesn't really matter that you didn't want to have sex with her…it matters that you did."
"I know," Lucy said, not able to look me in the eye. "There's no excuse for it, but if I had been conscious, I would have stopped it. It never would've gotten to the point it did."
"Maybe, Lucy…but you were in another world that night. I'm sorry for reacting the way I did after finding out that you were in Pink Thunder, but I don't know if I can forgive what you did."
"Amy," Scud said to me, "what if Lucy was drunk, or really didn't know what she was doing, like she said?"
"Scud, thanks for everything, but I was wrong, even though I didn't know what was going on."
"But you two look so cute together!" Janet attempted to help out. "You're like the perfect couple."
"Yeah…perfect," Lucy said. I suppressed a giggle, Lucy was right – perfect couples don't do this to each other. Even mad at her, I loved her sense of humor, which always seemed to be amplified when ever she was in a mood.
"Thanks, Janet, but not needed right now." I said.
"You two really need to zettle zis. Mattares of ze 'eart need to be zolved," Dominique, the resident doctor of love suggested.
"No, what we need is some privacy," Lucy said. "I appreciate you all giving suggestions, but we need to talk in private."
"Go out the doorway and make a left. Then Amy knows where the den is, lock the door and you should have privacy in there," Max suggested, motioning to the room.
"Thanks a lot Max," I said, getting up off the couch and hugging Max. Psychotic or not, she was the sister I never had.
"Amy," Max called, "just don't make the same mistake twice." I hoped she was kidding, I hoped she really wanted me to do what made me happiest, but you could never tell with Max.
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Lucy's POV
Once we were in the room, I broke down in tears. Around Amy, I could be myself, but I would never let anyone else besides Amy and Scud see me in this type of emotional state. Now that we were alone, and feeling the unfamiliar wetness that only recently had become familiar running down my face, I expressed everything I had wanted to say to Amy. To hell with planned speeches, they were doing me no good.
"Amy, I know you probably can never forgive me. I can never forgive me, but I hope maybe we can work our way through this. Chastity, she means nothing to me. You…you mean everything. Why I let Chastity take advantage of me, and why I played into her game, I don't know. I didn't plan on it, and I kept telling myself that I wouldn't do it. That's not an excuse, I know, and it's still no reason for you to forgive me, but if it's possible…" I rambled on; words and emotions flowing out of my mouth much as the tears flowed down my face, until Amy interrupted me.
"Lucy, like I said – I love you, and nothing could take that away from me. Deep down inside of me, a part of me will always be devoted to you, and even if that place is vacant, it will always be reserved for you," Amy said. Her eloquence was touching, and I wish that I had thought of the whole 'vacancy in my heart' speech, the words she was speaking echoed my own thoughts. "But even if my heart heals, it won't heal overnight. The place reserved for you is empty right now, and I can't just run off to Barcelona just because you ask me too."
I expected this answer, and, well…how could I not after what I had done to her? I deserved that answer. "I understand Amy, and I know this problem isn't just going to right itself overnight. I love you, Amy Bradshaw, and even if you decide not to come back to me, I want you to know that I'll never give up on trying to make it up to you.
"Good, I'm glad you understand," she said, all the hurt she felt showing on her face.
Amy walked over to a table with a document on it, I could clearly see that it had Pink Thunder Case typed on it. "What's that," I asked, motioning with my head towards the document.
"These are the transcripts of the police interrogation of Tiny and Smalls. Since the D.E.B.S. were the arresting officials in the case against Pink Thunder, they sent us a copy. I haven't looked through it yet.
"Do you mind if I take a look?" I asked. I was curious to see if I was mentioned during this interrogation. Then again, if I were, Max would've probably arrested me on sight and only then would have held that gun to my head.
"Sure, no problem," she said, handing the folder to me. I took it and began briefly skimming through it. Nothing really caught my eye; most of the questions were things that I had already known. The police asked questions about the museum heist, and of course, there were the like bear quotes the twins were known for scattered around in there. Interesting – I had never known the twins' names. Apparently, T. and S. were their actual initials, Tiny's real name was Tatiyana and Small's actual name was Svetlana. Suddenly, one thing caught my interest – it was the twin's answer to the question Where was Chastity Red during the heist? that caught my eye.
Tatiyana: Well, she got sick.
Svetlana: Yah…sick like bear.
Officer McGarrigle: So you mean to tell me that before the heist, Chastity got sick?
Tatiyana: Yah, and we go through her drawer to find medicine to make her feel better but all we found was little bottle.
Svetlana: Bottle said Cantha…Cantadi…Cathidiri…
Officer McGarrigle: Cantharidin?
Tatiyana: Yah, that it.
Officer McGarrigle: Do you know why Charitine would have this?
Svetlana: Don't know why she have it, but drug make people horny.
Tatiyana: Yah! Horny like bear…
Cantharidin…the BITCH…Cantharidin was known on the street as 'Spanish Fly'. It was a highly potent and potentially lethal aphrodisiac. It was used as a date-rape drug occasionally, but even a drop could kill someone. The only bonus for people using it was that instead of having sex with an unconscious body, they were having sex with an awake, but drugged partner. The question was how she could've done it…
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Chastity's POV
It had all been so easy. I had no idea that Lucy would show up at the same hotel where Corleone had lodged all of us, but once she did, she made my plan that much easier.
---------------------At the bar, that fateful night---------------------
I brought Lucy's mojito back to the table and sat across from her. She seemed to be making up her mind about just what she was doing here. I guess my last comment had stirred her just the way I had wanted it to. I decided to continue that conversation, then, "So, let's get back to how you want me."
"Chastity, I…don't…want…you," Lucy said, thoroughly unconvincing. Her mouth was saying no, but her face, her eyes, and her body were all saying yes. "That's alright," I said, placing my hand strategically on Lucy's. I could feel her tense up. "As I said, I want you too." Then I made my move, leaning in for the kiss.
At first Lucy seemed to be caught in a state between wanting to feel pleasure and wanting to stay faithful to her damn D.E.B. Lucy must have really been in love with that girl, she was really putting a hindrance on my plan. Finally, though, Lucy made the decision I wanted her to, leaning in and returning the kiss. Lucy was always good kisser, I had to admit, as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and tried to convey a passion that I didn't feel. I wanted Lucy to feel good – if I could pull that off, I thought that I may not have had to go to the extra means that I had brought just in case. In any case, whether I succeeded in making her feel good, she pulled away from the kiss, as if suddenly realizing what she had been doing.
"Um…Chastity, I really need to go to the bathroom," Lucy said, hastily leaving drink and bag on the table as she made a beeline to the door.
Ah, well, time for Plan B, I thought as I reached into my bag and grabbed the vial of Cantharidin I had stashed in there. I brought it out and reached for Lucy's mojito, bringing it to me and discreetly putting a few drops in Lucy's drink. Now I just had to sit back, let the drug work, enjoy myself, and watch my plan work. I love it when a plan comes together.
Actually, maybe I did have one thing left to do…
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Lucy's POV
"Oh my god! Amy! Look at this!" I exclaimed. The Cantharidin explained why my head had lost the battle and explained why the disconnection had existed between my body and my brain. It also explained why I had no memory of the night before. Although Cantharidin would not make someone unconscious, it could, in fact, cause black spots in memories. Amy was still standing next to me, so I brought the paper a little closer to her body and pointed with my finger to the comment about the Cantharidin.
"Amy, do you know what Cantharidin is?" I asked excitedly.
"Not really, what?"
"Ever heard of Spanish Fly?"
"…Yes…" Amy began hesitantly. Her face registered the implications here, "No way…she drugged you?" she asked.
"Seems like the case. Blackout, check, horniness out of character, check – it would make sense."
"Yes it would, although, horniness is most certainly not out of character with you. Still, it wouldn't take away the hurt," Amy said. Shit, I thought that this would make everything better, but, knowing Amy, it would take a lot of effort to get rid of the hurt she felt. Plus, being truthful to myself, I had to admit that, even without the Cantharidin, I had been aroused by Chastity. "Lucy, even with the drugs, you still lied to me and you slept with Chastity. It's going to take a lot more for me to trust you again."
A thought popped into my head, a question that I had been wondering since I got that letter. "Amy, how did you know where I was? I mean, I never told you where I was. How did you know which hotel to go to, and what room?"
"You sent me a text message, remember?" No, I didn't remember, I had no recollection of sending her a text message at all. "You gave me the name of the hotel, your room number, everything."
"No, I didn't," I held, baffled. A look of skepticism broke on Amy's face. I couldn't blame her; she really didn't have any reason to believe me. I brought out my cell phone, flipped up the top and scrolled through my sent messages, and sure enough, there was the message - Amy Im sorry. Im El Hotel Nacional Espanol de Barcelona in rm 209. Pleez come. Funny, I didn't write that, and the only other person who could have done so that night was…
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Chastity's POV
As I walked up to the entrance to Pink Thunder headquarters, I continued to reflect on how simple the whole plan had been. Perhaps I was better than Corleone in intellect and the ability to pull a plan together. He was the master manipulator, but I couldn't believe that any of his plans had actually come together this easily.
Once I had been able to ensure Lucy's infidelity, I had to make sure that I had the 'loving couple' split up. If Lucy and the D.E.B. were not broken up, she would definitely never come over to my side. Now that they were, she could be convinced to revert back to her past rather easily; it would be like taking candy from a baby.
---------------------Back at the bar---------------------
Assuring Lucy's betrayal had been a piece of cake. The tricky part would be ensuring that the D.E.B. caught her in the act. Looking at the table, I quickly found my solution. In Lucy's haste, she not only had forgotten her drink, but she had left her bag on the table. I reached across the table, grasped the bag and brought it to me, careful to lift it over the drinks on the table. Unzipping the bag and peering inside, I silently thanked the manufacturers for installing a cell phone pouch, they were making my job even easier than it already was. I slid the phone out, and hiding it under the table, typed out my message, and found the name 'Amy' under the programmed numbers. Remembering that Amy was the D.E.B., I sent the message to Amy.
I sent her the name of the hotel and Lucy's room number. It was extremely easy to extract that information from the receptionist. She was so easily bought. Sending the text to Amy detailing exactly where Lucy's room was, and knowing the inevitable consequence of the drug, the next step would be finding a way to keep the door open for Amy. If Amy had visual proof of Lucy's infidelity, there was no way she'd stay around; cheating's such a taboo for goody-two-shoes like that.
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Lucy's POV
Damn it! Chastity had set me up! Why, though? Was she after something? Did she think that I would actually get back with her? She was sadly mistaken if she thought that I would simply jump right back into a relationship with her after what she had done to me. How did she know which room I was staying in, anyway? My head was reeling; like a tidal wave, the rush of revelation overwhelmed me. "Amy – it's Chastity. I was going to call you in the morning…somehow she must have sent you the text message too."
"You're just going to blame everything on Chastity now? Like she has some big master plan? Why can't you just take responsibility for this?" Amy asked, inexplicably annoyed. "I can't believe I ever trusted you. Nothing is ever your fault, you're full of shit!"
"Amy, I don't shorten my words when I text message you. I always spell everything out, don't I?" It was true, I had that quirk, I couldn't stand chat-speak, or whatever they called it. Chat-speak was just for impatient people, and while planning a well-thought-out robbery or a heist, or any illegal activity; the one thing you learned never to be was impatient.
"No." She said hesitantly, I could see a hint of realization register on her face. "So you really think Chastity sent me the message? Why would she do that?"
"I don't know…I really don't. Amy, how did you know what time the heist was at the museum?" Suddenly, it had struck me – Chastity, despite being incapacitated with stomach problems that night, was drinking and flirting, and seemed perfectly fine at the hotel that same night. Something was up.
"We got a call from an informant. We really didn't know anything about her, besides that she had a German accent."
My eyes opened wide, it was Chastity. I couldn't prove it, but it had to be. She had set us up there, too. She planned this all, but what for?
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Chastity's POV
I entered the warehouse, where I knew Corleone still was. He had been in this place since we arrived in Barcelona three weeks ago. He must have had bedding somewhere, but he kept track of this place; no one unwanted would go in here, or Corleone knew just how to deal with them. At the moment, he was sitting behind his desk at the other end of the building, a smug look on his face. God! I hated that scar!
As I walked towards him, he looked up at me and, seemingly knowing what I was there for, taunted, "Chassstity, I've been expecting you."
Sure you have…just like you expected me to ruin your little heist, asshole. I thought to myself, smirking without conveying it on my face. Corleone was supposed to be a master criminal and yet it had only taken one thing to spoil his lousy plan.
---------------------The hotel, before the heist---------------------
It was time to put plans into actions. Corleone's rush job had to end. He was losing it, and I wouldn't let him run Pink Thunder into the ground. Someone had to do something, and that someone would be me.
I picked up the phone, and called the number I had stolen right from under Corleone's eyes. He hadn't even noticed when I switched the folder containing the information for the Picasso heist with the one containing his contacts' information. That day, I had found Lucy's phone number, copied it down, and switched the folders back without Corleone catching on.
Knowing that Lucy's girlfriend was at least connected to the D.E.B.S., I picked up the phone in my hotel room and dialed the number. I decided to disguise my voice. They wouldn't know me by voice anyway, but just to be safe, I put on a German accent.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end greeted hesitantly.
"'Allo, eess this the D.E.B.S. hetquarters?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"Eet eess not important. Ah haf some information that you vill fint fery useful, I do belief."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"The art museum heist…it happenss at zeven tonight," I informed her and then promptly hung up. I didn't want to give anyone an opportunity to trace the call, even if it was unlikely that anyone was doing so.
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Lucy's POV
"Amy, Chastity can switch accents on the fly. I'd bet that was she was the one who called you. But what the hell is she after?" I wondered aloud, looking away for a few seconds, and then a thought came to me. I looked into Amy's eyes, "I need to figure out what Chastity is up to. So it looks like I'm going to have some checking up to do, retrace steps, that kinda stuff. I could really use some help," I hoped I didn't sound desperate, but I really wanted her to move back to Barcelona, and I figured this was as a good a way as anything else.
"I don't know Lucy…" Amy said, biting her lip with indecision and turning her eyes to the ground. She stayed like that for a second or two, all the while leaving me in suspense. I knew that, drugged or not, I had hurt her, and I knew that it would take a while for her to learn to trust me again. I don't think I was expecting her to actually say yes; it was more of a plea than a question. Then suddenly she brought her head back up and looked at me. She had come to a decision. "Yes, I'll move back to Barcelona," she informed me. I may have looked foolish as my entire face suddenly lit up, but I didn't care at the time. It wasn't over. "I'll help you find out everything you can about what's happened and how Chastity fits in to everything, but don't think that means that we're back together or anything. I love you Lucy, but drugged or not, you broke my heart. I care enough about you to not abandon us, and try to fix it, but it's not going to happen with a snap of my fingers. It's going to take time…I guess what I'm asking you, Luce, is how long are you willing to wait for me?"
I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and celebrate. She was coming home. Instead, honoring her wishes, I placed a hand on either side of her head. "Amy, I would wait forever for you." Amy broke into a smile, and we both simultaneously leaned our foreheads into one another, basking in the fact that we were not through. The connection between Lucy Reynolds and Amy Bradshaw – the Reynolds/Bradshaw Connection could not be conquered so easily.
"Amy, I got you something – something to say I'm sorry," I said, reaching in the pocket of my black slacks and withdrew the black box that contained the bracelet I had bought for Amy. I couldn't help but think how great that bracelet would look on her, even as she was only casually dressed in jeans and a short-sleeve V-neck t-shirt. I handed her the box, which she eagerly. As she lifted the top of the box and gazed upon the Voile bar bracelet, her eyes registered wonderment and shock.
"Lucy…it's…beautiful. How much was it?"
"That doesn't matter. So, you like it?" I asked, a smile forming on my face. Lucy, you done good.
"Like it? I love it! It's the nicest thing anyone has ever given me," she said as she walked towards me and grabbed me in a hug. The hug, as much as I enjoyed it, was torture. She was pressed tightly against my body and anything other than holding her would have been a problem, so hold her I did. I held her tight to my body, swaying back and forth. Still, as much torture as the hug was, if this was all that I could have from Amy, I would treasure it. Even if it took her a lifetime to trust me again, I knew that deep down, we still belonged to each other.
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Amy's POV
Later that night, I was sitting in my room, pondering the revelations that had occurred in the day. Something was up, Lucy wasn't lying, I could tell this time. What could Chastity possible be doing though? That would be the question we were going to have to figure out the answer to, I guessed, and thankfully we would be doing that together.
We had decided that it was best not to let Max know immediately about my moving back in with Lucy. Knowing her, she would stop that action the moment she knew about it, so the best course of action would be to fool her into thinking that we had not worked anything out. Then I would leave soon afterwards, without Max knowing, although I would leave her a note informing her of my decision. I didn't want her to think that I'd been kidnapped…we all knew what had happened the last time she had thought that. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and I checked the caller ID the cell phone service provided. 'Unknown', I had a feeling that this was the call I had been expecting.
I flipped open the phone and greeted, "Hi Lucy,"
"Hi yourself," she responded. "Have I ever told you how great it is to hear your voice? Anyway, when are you coming back to Barcelona?"
"I made flight plans for tomorrow, so I'll be there in a day or two."
"Good, I'll be waiting for you. I know I've already apologized a lot, but I'm sorry again."
"Geez Lucy, stop apologizing!" I playfully reprimanded.
"Fine, I'm sorry for saying I'm sorry too many times," she laughed. "Hurry back, we have some checking up to do, and some ass to kick. Bye Amy."
"Bye Lucy," I said as she hung up the phone. "I love you," I continued, knowing full well she couldn't hear me. Still, I knew that somehow she had heard those words as I spoke them.
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Chastity's POV
Walking over to Corleone, I stopped in front of his desk and reached into my jacket pocket, feeling my gun, as well as another instrument of butchery that I reserved for my more…special kills. "I'll bet you were expecting me, jackass," I sneered.
"To vat pleasurrre do I owe visit to?" Corleone asked, rather smugly. For a man who used to be able to manipulate and bend anyone to his will, he sure had lost it. When I had first met him, he was the most amazing specimen of intellect I had ever met. I'm sure his considerable chess skills also contributed to his ability to always stay ahead of his pursuers, but they had waned throughout the years. Oh, how the mighty had fallen! Throughout the course of the last month or two, I had witnessed the decaying of his genius, and I would not let his newfound sloppiness run Pink Thunder into the ground. As he gave out this last rush job I decided that the king needed to be dethroned.
"Consider this the coup de grâce," I explained, "a mercy killing. You're running us straight into ze ground, and I, for one will not stand for it. What ze fuck was zis rush job all about?"
"Charrritine," he began. I've always hated it whenever he used my real name. "believe me ven I sssay that this vas not rrrush job."
"How ze 'ell can you zay zat?! You gave us two days to map everyzing out and execute ze goddamn plans." Still, Corleone just smiled that haunting, omniscient smile.
"It vas not rrrush job," he said. I had just about had enough of this. It was time for me to claim my rightful place; time for me to accelerate the evolution of Pink Thunder. It was time for me to climb to power. I drew my machete from my leather jacket, and while recognition registered on Corleone's face, his smugness didn't change. What the hell is wrong with you, you sick fuck? "Do not do vat you arrre planning, Charrritine, you hold a life in yourrr hands."
"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" I yelled, pent-up frustration bubbling up to the surface. "You're going to die, but you're going to die slowly, you zick fuck. I'm going to let you bleed to death. You're going to beg for me to cut your jugular by ze time I'm done with you."
"Charrritine, your plan vill not vork. I know vat you've been planning, and I'm sssurrre you haven't thought it through. Vat happensss if you vere wrong about Lucy and her girrrlfrrriend, and they do get back together? Any good plan needsss to have all posssibilitiesss checked out. Obviously, you arrre not cut out forrr this busssiness after all," Corleone informed, still infuriatingly calm. Good, so he's still got a bit of talent left in him. Too bad it's dying along with the rest of him today. Unfortunately, however, he was right, SHIT, what if that did happen? I'd have to think about that later and just focus on business now.
"I'm not cut out for this? I'M NOT FUCKING CUT OUT!" I screamed, "I'M ABOUT TO KILL YOU AND YOU TELL ME THAT I'M NOT CUT OUT?!" That was it, no more banter. It was time for him to die. I slammed my machete into his shoulder, and still Corleone had no reaction. Blood was drawn, and I was sure he felt it, but that damn scar, and that damn face remained unwaivered, he just sat there, he sat there and smiled at me. Climbing over the desk, scattering papers and folders, and knocking over a lamp, I hacked the blade into him, over and over again. Not even counting the number of times, but Corleone didn't scream once. He just looked at me while his smile remained, even as he began to drift into unconsciousness. Seeing him still conscious, I watched his hooded eyes blinking slowly at me. Knowing that he would eventually bleed to death, I tied him up and carried his ass outside to my car. As I carried him I heard a noise escape him. From the sound of it I thought maybe the bastard was starting to realize his life was over, but upon further listening I could hear that he was laughing. It was a deep, guttural, maniacal laugh, one that still haunted me as I slammed the trunk shut. Now I just had to deposit the body and let him die out in the wilderness.
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Somewhere, on a screen, a red dot flashed on and off again. And then the sound of a voice, "Chastity's done it."
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We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought - we used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
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So if the "Insects from Spain" part of the title still hasn't clicked – I was referring to the 'Spanish Fly'/Cantharidin slipped into Lucy's mojito.
Dan