Post by ev on Oct 14, 2010 10:47:49 GMT 10
Title: Clever
Rating: PG-13 for death and violence
Words: 622
Summary: Angry and Alanna do not go well.
Notes: Continued from Lethal
AND: Thank you Allie! Your betaing is magnificent.
What to do, what to do. Alanna's mind thrums for revenge. What to do, what to do.
And it comes to her, slowly at first, then quicker – molding, stretching, and forming in her mind.
She smiles, ruthlessness playing on her lips.
"George, we need to talk," says Alanna.
He swivels around into fighting stance before suddenly relaxing.
"Okay, just don't interrupt me when I'm telling you this; it's hard for me."
"I'm not here for your sentiments, George."
He pauses. "Understood. Well, Kel. When you were off..."
George goes on to tell Alanna how much he missed her, and how Kel was right there, and how in a moment of weakness he…
Alanna interrupts him, "Excuse me, but I need a drink." She turns from the room and grins maliciously once she disappears from view. The plan is in action.
Alanna slips back in, hiding the weapon behind her back. "Go on," she orders. He continues pouring his life into flimsy words. Alanna is not convinced.
She walks behind his chair, widening her stance.
George seems to sense the change in mood, and turns around, just as Alanna swings.
Crack. His knees buckle as a noise escapes his throat and Alanna raises the weapon, a handy leg of lamb, once more.
Crack. Blood courses from the wound. This time, George drops to the ground without protest.
Alanna strolls away into the other room, with only slight remorse, where she puts the leg of lamb on slow cooking.
"Good afternoon, Averia."
"Afternoon, Lady Alanna. What do you need?"
"Because it's just me and George at home, I’m going to cook up food
for tonight. I'd like some of those peppers, snails, and smoked
salmon."
"Here you are."
“Thank you; keep the change."
Alanna, whistling a merry tune, grins as she leaves the market.
A hair-raising scream emanates from Alanna.
This is show time, she thinks, I cannot mess up.
Alanna, still shouting, streaks from Pirate’s Swoop.
Within a matter of minutes, guards of Pirate's Swoop come to her aid.
The next couple hours are a muddle of interviews, magic, testing the corpse, murmurs of consolations... but Alanna stays with her plan. She will not let her plan be ruined. She vows.
Soon, there are only five guards left.
Alanna approaches them and says, "Oh! I left my lamb on slow cooking, and it should be ready!" She hustles over and gets the meat on a plate. Alanna glances at them, "Please, I beg you, for all you've done, come eat."
"Lady Alanna, we have our duties,” they protest.
"Please, for all you've done, just rest, I beg of you. It might help
you concentrate
more, and get that bloody criminal." Alanna's voice cracks, trembling.
"Lady -"
"Please! You can blame me."
The five men exchange glances and shrug. "I guess it can't hurt, and we are a bit hungry." They all agree, and settle down at a table. Alanna passes out plates and the leg of lamb on the table. "Please, eat. If anything, think of me."
"Thank you, Lady Alanna,” they murmur.
Soon, the guards start to feast upon the meat, thanking Alanna.
Several minutes later, a guard, who seems to be head of the force, says, "Don’t worry good Lady. We'll find that murderer yet."
Another guard chimes in, "I feel like the key to this murder is right under our noses. I can practically smell it. Please, don't worry Lady Alanna. We'll get the scoundrel."
Alanna nods her thanks and turns from the room, putting on a mask of distraught.
She turns into her bedroom and closes the door, giggling softly to herself.
Rating: PG-13 for death and violence
Words: 622
Summary: Angry and Alanna do not go well.
Notes: Continued from Lethal
AND: Thank you Allie! Your betaing is magnificent.
7:30 am
What to do, what to do. Alanna's mind thrums for revenge. What to do, what to do.
And it comes to her, slowly at first, then quicker – molding, stretching, and forming in her mind.
She smiles, ruthlessness playing on her lips.
A week later, Kel is gone, no incident, 11:00 pm
"George, we need to talk," says Alanna.
He swivels around into fighting stance before suddenly relaxing.
"Okay, just don't interrupt me when I'm telling you this; it's hard for me."
"I'm not here for your sentiments, George."
He pauses. "Understood. Well, Kel. When you were off..."
George goes on to tell Alanna how much he missed her, and how Kel was right there, and how in a moment of weakness he…
Alanna interrupts him, "Excuse me, but I need a drink." She turns from the room and grins maliciously once she disappears from view. The plan is in action.
Alanna slips back in, hiding the weapon behind her back. "Go on," she orders. He continues pouring his life into flimsy words. Alanna is not convinced.
She walks behind his chair, widening her stance.
George seems to sense the change in mood, and turns around, just as Alanna swings.
Crack. His knees buckle as a noise escapes his throat and Alanna raises the weapon, a handy leg of lamb, once more.
Crack. Blood courses from the wound. This time, George drops to the ground without protest.
Alanna strolls away into the other room, with only slight remorse, where she puts the leg of lamb on slow cooking.
11:30 am
"Good afternoon, Averia."
"Afternoon, Lady Alanna. What do you need?"
"Because it's just me and George at home, I’m going to cook up food
for tonight. I'd like some of those peppers, snails, and smoked
salmon."
"Here you are."
“Thank you; keep the change."
Alanna, whistling a merry tune, grins as she leaves the market.
12:00 pm
A hair-raising scream emanates from Alanna.
This is show time, she thinks, I cannot mess up.
Alanna, still shouting, streaks from Pirate’s Swoop.
Within a matter of minutes, guards of Pirate's Swoop come to her aid.
The next couple hours are a muddle of interviews, magic, testing the corpse, murmurs of consolations... but Alanna stays with her plan. She will not let her plan be ruined. She vows.
Soon, there are only five guards left.
Alanna approaches them and says, "Oh! I left my lamb on slow cooking, and it should be ready!" She hustles over and gets the meat on a plate. Alanna glances at them, "Please, I beg you, for all you've done, come eat."
"Lady Alanna, we have our duties,” they protest.
"Please, for all you've done, just rest, I beg of you. It might help
you concentrate
more, and get that bloody criminal." Alanna's voice cracks, trembling.
"Lady -"
"Please! You can blame me."
The five men exchange glances and shrug. "I guess it can't hurt, and we are a bit hungry." They all agree, and settle down at a table. Alanna passes out plates and the leg of lamb on the table. "Please, eat. If anything, think of me."
"Thank you, Lady Alanna,” they murmur.
Soon, the guards start to feast upon the meat, thanking Alanna.
Several minutes later, a guard, who seems to be head of the force, says, "Don’t worry good Lady. We'll find that murderer yet."
Another guard chimes in, "I feel like the key to this murder is right under our noses. I can practically smell it. Please, don't worry Lady Alanna. We'll get the scoundrel."
Alanna nods her thanks and turns from the room, putting on a mask of distraught.
She turns into her bedroom and closes the door, giggling softly to herself.