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Okayy! Chapter ten, the farthest I've been since last year or 08. Suh-weet, time to get an IceCap(T) or something... And in honour of this, I will buy an latte and make this chapter have two parts! XD (in other words... same things go on, just in another perspective.

So, chapter ten is here. I hope you like it. (:

Ten; One More Lie.
Part One; Lyndsay's Deceit.

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You said you were there for me,
You wouldn't let me fall.

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"Does she know?"

Her emerald eyes flickered to Mason Perce, the man, the man that had killed her mother, younger brother and twin without batting an eye. The man she loved.

Lyndsay smiled warmly at him and shook her head. "No. She's too thick to realize what's right under her nose," she laughed happily, embracing him. It was the truth. Kat couldn't even understand that she, her sister, was the reason why Dani, Joey and Nathan were dead.

It was brilliant!

Mason nodded at her when he pulled away. All business. "That's good. Yes, very good," he murmured, pacing away. Her eyes followed every movement he made, her sister's words echoing in her mind.

"I am trying to fix this! Don't you understand this?"

Yes, she did understand that.

She understood that Kat couldn't do shit and wasn't going to Gongaga anytime.

She glanced out the window, meeting an infantryman's eyes. He nodded grimly in acknowledgement but didn't attempt to enter the house. Good. "She said something interesting, Mace," Lyndsay cooed, trailing her fingers down his arm.

His eyes flashed up to hers, the brilliant Mako blue of SOLDIER. She didn't understand why someone like him had ever joined the wretched organization. "What was it?" He asked, sounding excited and truly interested.

She grinned at him, arching a brow. It had been stupid to tell her this, but, then, Kat hadn't been exactly bright to begin with. "My dear littlesister told me she simply could not leave Midgar," Lyndsay informed him quietly and enticingly. "Because she had people she cared about there."

Mason grinned back at her, obviously thrilled with this new information. Good. She had done her job well, then, and would likely get a prize. Her grin grew at the though, turning sly.

"Very good, love. I wonder who it would hurt more to lose, her loving SOLDIER First Class father," both of them spat disgustedly to the ground here, "or her darling First Class boyfriend."

Lyndsay knew which of the two would hurt more and no doubt he did, too. The boyfriend. Of course, even she shied away from the idea of killing her father, but..

After what she had found about the damned man, she knew she could do it flawlessly and without a single ounce of regret.

He had kept her a secret for so long and she despised him for that.

"I can't believe she let that slip," Mason commented, shaking his head. "That's very stupid of a First Class, don't you think?"

She grinned at him, wrapping her thin arms around his torso. "Very stupid. But, not as stupid as you not kissing me," she whispered, grin growing wider when he smirked and leaned down towards her.

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Lyndsay sighed exasperatedly, able to pass it off as a whimper of fear when Damien's eyes turned to her. She bit her lip hard, eyes welling with tears of pain, and he sighed, too. He moved over the couch, holding out his arms for her.

Inwardly, she was about to throw up from the mere idea of touching the man, but she had to play her part as the innocent, timid and fearful daughter perfectly. This was just another lie, another act, another mask.

She was so used to them now.

The sooner Damien died, Lyndsay knew, the better.

"I'm sorry, daughter," he murmured into her hair, holding her tightly to his body. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Not while I'm alive and kicking."

It wouldn't be that long of a wait.

She already had a stronger man, younger man, whom she loved, looking out for her. The `enemy´.

Lyndsay wanted to laugh from the irony of it all.

While her sister and father and half of the stronger members of SOLDIER fretted and worried about her safety, she was sleeping with the man that caused all of this panic. Of course, they were too stupid to figure it out.

Dumb asses.

"I know, father," Lyndsay whimpered, inhaling the once comforting scent of laundry detergent and coffee. It was now something that made her want to throw up. "I know you'll protect me."

How long could she keep up this charade?

For as long as she needed to. It was just getting interesting. Kat was nearly going insane with the pressure of looking after what was most likely ten people besides her self and her father was a clueless as always when it came to Lyndsay.

Kat had always been the favored daughter and she had always hated her for that.

Until recently, she had never understood the shame that came onto her father's face when he looked at her or the look of disgust on her mother's.

Now, she knew. Every last detail.

She had been the daughter of her father and a Second Class bitch, the woman having left once giving birth to her and finding out Damien was married.

It was enough for her to hate SOLDIER.

"My daughter, I know how you must feel towards me, but I was young and foolish. I thought I could have as many women as I wanted," he tried to explain now. Her lower lip quivered in outrage.

So much like him. Thinking he could have it all when he had nothing. She couldn't wait until she could kill him.

Hell, she'd beg Mason to do it, just like she had begged him to let her give the final blow to Nathan. He had known all along and went on pretending he was her twin.

Bastard.

She had never felt so betrayed and worthless in her life.

"No, father. I know you would never intentionally try to hurt me."

Bull shit.

But, as long as he believe it, it didn't matter how crazy what she said was.

As long as she did her job perfectly, it didn't matter who died.

As long as it wasn't her.

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"It'll be hard, but I think we can do it," Mason stated.

Lyndsay blinked up at him from the book in her lap, brows knitting together in confusion. What was he talking about now? She asked him this.

"Rhapsodos, of course! It'll be hard to kill him, but I'm positive we can do it." He repeated, sounding annoyed. She frowned. It would be very hard. He was a famous and very popular SOLDIER First Class. It would be hard to get him on his own, let alone kill him.

But, if Mason said they could do it..

Well, then they could do it or die trying!

"Of course. It'd be more of a blow if he was dead, but she seems hellbent on protecting Damien and I," she informed him, still frowning, and pushed the book off her silk-clad lap with a rustle of fabric. "I talked to her, after all."

He scoffed, sending her a dark look. "I think everyone heard what she said when she was yelling at you, Lyn," he said, using her nickname affectionately. "I agree, though. It would be very easy to take out your father first. His skills are rusty and reflexes slower than Rhapsodos'."

She smiled softly at him when he sat down beside her, taking her hands. "I love you, you know that, right? The moment this is all over, I'm going to take you to the farthest place and marry you," he murmured, arms encircling her.

Lyndsay grinned at the promise. It would be over soon. Very soon. If Kat didn't back down and leave SOLDIER, like they both knew she would, they'd kill her.

Either way, it was ending very soon.

"I'll be looking forward to it, SOLDIER boy."

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She stood outside now, watching him leave for her father's home under the cover of darkness. She knew he would return, could make any kill swift and silent. Her father would not expect this, not from anyone.

She almost wished she was with him.

Lyndsay was just as good as he, maybe even better as she knew her father's weakness and routines.

But, he had forbade it.

Couldn't go blowing her cover because she hated the man.

So, Lyndsay stood and waited and prayed that he would return with the duty done and her sister's father dead.

It wouldn't be too long after that, she thought with a smirk, till they left for Midgar and set their sights on her friends there.

The people she swore she didn't love but couldn't help but love anyway.

The people that loved her no matter how much Kat said she hated them.

Oh, it would be almost too much it would be criminal.

Even though it truly would be criminal.

"He'll return, Miss Lyndsay," a voice cooed from the shadows and she flinched, hand flying to the dagger at her thigh. It was for emergencies, Kat had told her when she'd given it to her four years ago.

This was an emergency. She smirked.

"I suppose I should have expected you, huh?"

The man smirked back at her and took her in arms. "Yeah, you should have. I'm always watching you," he reminded her. Lyndsay sighed, snuggling into the warm chest. "I don't understand why you're still with that ass."

She stiffened, becoming uncomfortable very quickly. "I love him, Erik. Not you." She snapped, starting to pull back. He tightened his grip around her and if she had been weaker, she would've been screaming from pain.

But, fending for yourself for a year or so made you strong; physically and emotionally.

"You could love me. If you loved me, you wouldn't die. I could say that you were kidnapped by him and he held you for ransom," Erik offered. Lyndsay shook her head and bit her lip. "Come on, Lyn! You're not like this! This isn't the girl I know, the girl I love! Where did she go?"

Now, she was ice.

Frozen and hard, nearly impossible to break.

If she saw herself, she'd would have been thoroughly scared, just like Erik looked to be. Everything about her was like Kat and her mother when they were pissed.

At that moment, she looked like she was capable of killing him and not even batting a lash at it. She looked like she was a hundred miles away, out of reach by everyone and everything.

Lyndsay looked like a woman who had seen it all and lived through it without a single scratch.

She looked like Kat when she was pissed off.

"She's gone, Erik. She left when her mother and brother were killed."

He shook her violently, ignoring the flash of outrage that went across her face. "No! He killed them, Lyn! Not Kat, not Damien and not you!" He shouted, ignoring everything but her.

Lyndsay reached out and slapped his face, palm smarting from the force, but didn't quite have the strength or decency to care.

"It might as well have been all of us. I'm sorry, Erik. Out of all of the men here, I liked you the best," she murmured, unsheathing the dagger that was strapped to her arm and plunging the silver blade into his chest.

He gaped at her, shock and incredulity frozen on his striking features, legs buckling. "Y-y-you," he rasped, unable to get any other word out when the poisoned tip diluted his blood, face going pale and blood streaming out of the corners of her mouth.

Grotesque.

How could Kat live like that?

Blood and killing and death every day..

"That woman was not my mother." She hissed, before slashing his throat with the dagger that had been strapped to her thigh, hidden by the blue silk of her dress. "Nor was Kat my true sister. I'm neither of them. Remember that, SOLDIER."

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When Mason returned that morning, before the sun rose and he lost all secrecy, Erik's body was gone, her dress was clean and weapons pristine.

There was no sign of a fight, no sign of death besides his blood-splattered clothing. She didn't have to ask if it was done. The look of grim satisfaction was all that she needed to know.

"Was it hard?"

Mason glanced over to her, eyes slightly glazed, and shrugged. "Not that hard. Gave me enough of a struggle to think twice about going after Rhapsodos, but what the hell," he answered grimly. "What does it matter, though? I'll get it done."

She grinned at him, heart racing with love and adrenaline.

He'd get it done.

She knew he would.

It wasn't that that made her secretly scared.

It was her sister. She was tough and as hard to break as her. She took pain with a grain of salt, fighting until she was nearly dead or passed out. If it came down to having to kill her..

Mason would be in a hell of a fight.

As much as Lyndsay disliked her sister, as much as she thought she was so sure of herself and cocky..

If it came down between Mason and Kat, well... She knew who she'd chose.

Even if she hated her younger half-sister, she knew who she would chose.

Without a single doubt in her mind, Lyndsay knew.

She loved Mason and it seemed only sensible that she would stay with him to the end, not giving a damn who she had to kill to keep her place by his side. It was the only sensible thing.

But, sometimes there were things in life that made you think in the most outrageous, craziest manner. One of those thing was love. Another was respect or admiration.

The only thing that could sway Lyndsay from her boyfriend's side was blood.

If he spilt her sister's blood, even a drop.

Without a single doubt in her mind, Lyndsay knew that she'd choose her sister over this man.

If it came to that.

So, when he took her in his arms and kissed her until she couldn't breathe, until she couldn't think straight, she went right along with it.

It was vital that she played her part of the innocent, loving and scorned girlfriend. Made him think she didn't have a doubt in her mind that what they were doing was right.

Anything that kept her alive.

Anything that kept her safe.

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Lyndsay swore she loved him, swore she'd do anything to make him happy and proud, swore she'd die for him if she had to.

Every promise she made, she artfully kept Kat out of it.

Even if she wanted to make her hurt, she didn't want her dead.

That was a line she couldn't cross.

Not her baby sister.

Not the girl that had lost everything and had barely begun to lose enough.

So, she kept her baby sister out of every promise she made to Mason, determined that if she was going to hell, she was going to sure as hell going to keep her sister safe.

Maybe that would redeem her soul, even when it was so far gone.

No.

She couldn't do that to a girl who had lost nearly everyone she loved and had still not lost enough, had still so much heart break to go through before it was over.

Lyndsay Harmon would die to ensure her sister's life and she had a feeling she was going to.

She was proud to say she didn't care.

Anything that kept Kat safe.

Anything that kept Kat alive.

Even if Lyndsay had to die for her.

At least then she could try to buy back an already bought soul.

At least then she could say she saved someone in her life, did something good for someone she loved.

Even if she made them feel want to die before she gave up her life for them.

It didn't make a difference in the long run.

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Don't act like an angel,
You've fallen again.

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Soo...?
What did you think?
That's it for the first part of chapter ten. I hoped you enjoyed and sort of understood where Lyndsay was coming off from.
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Until next time,

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