Post by Katty on Feb 17, 2010 22:27:14 GMT 10
TORTALL FANFICTION SMACKDOWN
Round One Fight F - Winner
Round One Fight F - Winner
“You summoned me, Your Highness?” a voice behind her asked.
Vania turned. Lalasa, a dressmaker her mother occasionally used, had spoken. “Yes.” She began. “I’m having trouble with this ruff on my collar. It doesn’t sit right, and the ball is less than an hour away.” She sniffed. “I want to look my best.”
Lalasa’s expression was bland. “Of course, Your Highness. If you’ll just take the dress off?”
“I don’t have time.” Vania snapped impatiently. “Do it while I’m wearing it – only, don’t prick me.”
Lalasa pulled a needle, some thread and a ribbon out of her work bag. “I can use this to fix it, Your Highness.”
“Very good.” Vania turned, and pulled her hair out of Lalasa’s way. Lalasa worked around her, threading the ribbon around Vania’s neck. Vania shifted. It was becoming unbearably tight.
Suddenly, the satin ribbon went taut around the Princess’s neck. She grabbed at it, gasping for air. Her vision swam as her fingers scrabbled uselessly at the cloth strangling her.
“This should keep you away from my Lady.” Lalasa said calmly. “Kel isn’t some plaything for you to bat around like a kitten with a ball.”
Suddenly, Vania tilted her head forward, and swung back with all her might. The back of her head connected with Lalasa’s forehead. The grip on the ribbon loosened instantly as Lalasa stumbled back. Vania ripped the ribbon off her dress, staggering and sending the contents of Lalasa’s bag everywhere.
“How dare you!” Vania shrieked. “Kel is mine!” She grabbed around for a weapon. Her hands grasped on a long pair of scissors. Lalasa too had armed herself with some long, thin knitting needles. With a cry, Vania ran at her. Lalasa thrust out, driving one of the needles into the Princess’ shoulder. Vania fell back with a cry.
Suddenly, she lashed out with the scissors, driving them deep into Lalasa’s chest, into her very heart. The older woman fell backwards, stunned. She collapsed onto an armchair, bleeding and heaving, staring at Vania.
Vania pulled the needle out of her shoulder, and grabbed some embroidery sitting close by to press against the wound to try to stop the bleeding. She gazed over at the dying woman.
“Looks like I won this round, Isran.”
FINAL TALLY
Lalasa Isran: 21
Vania of Conte: 40
Total: 61
VICTOR: Vania of Conte
Vania will now advance to Round Two!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.
Lalasa Isran: 21
Vania of Conte: 40
Total: 61
VICTOR: Vania of Conte
Vania will now advance to Round Two!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.