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Posted by kinney on May 28, 2011 20:00:37 GMT -6
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((You are being warned. This was written during a strange period of inspiration, and I don't know if it came out well or not. Basically it takes place sometime in the next five-ten years or so, and I tried to portray Lydia as a cold, heartless assassin-type person. I dunno, maybe in the future this won't be a fanfic anymore, depending on whose paths she crosses. )) She knew what she had to do. She had lost everything. Her mother disowned her, and her lover was dead, killed…she knew what she had to do. She had a plan, carefully designed. It was a plan only someone who had nothing left to live for could enact. Perfect for her. She walked down the gray streets, a coating of fresh rain on the concrete. Her hood was lowered so that only the tip of her nose and mouth were visible. Her clothing was discreet and plain. Black jeans, navy blue hoodie, black and gray running shoes, it was simple. Her auburn locks spilled out of her hood as she briskly paced down the empty block. She kept her head low, her hands thrust in her pockets. In her right hand she clutched the coldest of weapons. She reached her destination and kicked the door. Unexpectedly, it opened. It had been open to begin with, actually. The warehouse was empty, save for the dust on the ground. It was completely cleared out… “No!” She cried. She did not put in all that effort only to have just missed the one she was seeking. “Don’t worry, I’m still here, Nic.” Nicolette whipped around, gun out, trying to find the source of the voice. She didn’t have to search for very long. After a few seconds, Lydia stepped out of the shadows. She was unarmed. “Nice weather we’re having, huh?” “None of your stupid banter. You know why I’m here.” “Do I?” The corner of the skin-shifter’s mouth pulled up into a mocking half-smile. The display of intimidation was so unbecoming for precious little Nicky. It was almost amusing. “You killed him. You and your psychotic cohorts.” She raised her gun and aimed it at Lydia’s chest, the left side to be precise. Her hands quivered ever so slightly. “I’m sure you know what comes next.”“Then go ahead and do it.” “W-what…” Nic wasn’t expecting it to be so easy. No, she had expected a struggle, a battle. Something to satiate her pride before she, or someone else, took the gun to her own head. “I said, do it. I don’t appreciate my time being wasted. Do it or get out.” Lydia took a few steps closer to the girl, to the weapon. So close she was almost touching the pistol. No, no! It couldn’t work like that. The psychopath wasn’t supposed to want Nic to do it! There was no satisfaction in that, no justice, no real revenge. She wanted to scream. So she did, “No, no! It’s not supposed to work this way!” Her hands shook as violently as her voice. Lydia raised an eyebrow. There was the Nicolette she knew. Hysterical, childlike, she was nothing more than a little girl. Pity, Lydia had actually considered letting her do it, had wanted her to do it. But not anymore. Her hand shot up and snatched the gun out of the girl’s hand. The next thing Nic knew, their positions were reversed. She was the one with a pistol aimed at her heart. “Tell me, do you want to die?” The skin-shifter asked coldly, her face blank. There was no point in living if she couldn’t exact her vengeance. She had missed her chance, instead succumbing to her stupid emotions. It was ironic. She had been trying to emulate Lydia when she came storming in with a gun. She had been trying to keep her emotions in check, become empty and frigid like the other woman was, in order to carry out her plan. But she had failed. At least there was a possibility of seeing Joel again if she died, in the afterlife. “No.” Yes.“Wrong answer.” Lydia dropped the gun and walked out of the warehouse, leaving the little girl on her knees.
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May 28, 2011 20:02:10 GMT -6
kinney
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