CHAPTER FOUR
Hamish sat in his bedroom thinking, he hadn't moved an inch since he had come home four hours earlier, mainly because he was trying to think of a plan to keep Alice from marrying that idiot, another factor was that his legs fell asleep and the rest of him followed before a sudden epiphany woke him up with a jolt. "I've got it!" Hamish declared loudly before he stood up. A bad idea seeing as how his legs had been asleep for several hours now so as soon as the feeling started to return Hamish began to dance around hollering, "Oww! Pins and needles! Owwww!"
Finally ten minutes later the feeling was back in his legs and Hamish could focus on his plan once again. "Okay for this plan I will need a bright pink suit, an orange top-hat, two white rabbits, a catch-phrase and some tied together rags." Hamish muttered out-loud as he ticked off what he needed with his fingers. "I had better write this down." He decided before hollering for one of the servants to bring him paper, a pen and a large atlas. After Hamish was given the necessary items he began to draw out his plan using the atlas to back up his paper. "Okay first I'll give him the suit as a 'congratulations on your wedding' gift. Then I'll tell him that I saw a strange man wearing a bright orange top-hat who said for Tarrent to meet him on the outskirts of town close to the forest. Then I'll leave and pay someone to where the hat and stand out in plain view and whenever Tarrent takes the bait I'll pretend to have accidentally let my two rabbits loose and …no scratch that plan!" Hamish muttered the last bit to himself as he laid sprawled out on the floor the atlas creating a hard surface for his paper and ink pot while the soft carpet cushioned his body. Hamish chewed on the feather of his pen as he tried to think of another plan.
TWO HOURS LATER
Hamish had twenty-four plans that he had scratched and ripped up in those two hours and he was getting more and more desperate by the minute. Hamish looked at the pieces of his last plan the stuff he had wrote down as his 'weapons of choice' included a drunk monkey, a cross dresser, a bright yellow umbrella, a band of musicians and seaweed. Hamish rolled his eyes at his own stupidity, and began to wonder where his good and bad conscious was. "We are still here." "Duh where else would we be? We are a part of you Hamish." Hamish could feel his bad conscious rolling his eyes. But being above all of that Hamish ignored himself…"Does that make any sense?" Hamish wondered to himself before shrugging it off and asking his consciouses for plans. "Okay you two I need help in figuring out a plan to get Alice all to myself and leave Tarrent in the dust."
Both of Hamish's consciousnesses were silent for a couple of minutes before all three shouted in excitement as they all came up with a plan…the same plan and boy was it a dozy. Hamish smiled and began to cackle like a maniac a gleam of insanity in his eyes as he began to draw out his plan.
The unfortunate servant who had come to tell Hamish that it was supper time quickly and quietly backed out of the room before he ran screaming down the hallway, jumped on the banister and slid down it before throwing the door's to the Ascot mansion open and running out of them, never to be seen or heard from again.
THE NEXT DAY:
AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE:
IN THE ASCOT MANSION:
Hamish finished his breakfast before politely asking his parents to excuse him, and after their permission he got up and left the table. His already sad excuse for a face, turned evil as a smile lit up his face his eyes bright with insanity. It was time for the first phase of his plan to start behind him he could hear his parents exchanging polite chit-chat neither one of them guessing what their little boy was about to do.