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Title : Scáil
Chapter 1/?
Rating : PG (for this chapter)
Wordcount : 2,496
Summary : The war against the Vampires has been over for a year now, but when the fighters are led into an alternate universe where the battle continues, all the desicions they made are called into question of being right or wrong.
"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost."
Phone Call Recorded at 2:51 a.m.
[Female Voice] : Hello.
[Male Voice] : Who the hell is this? How the fuck did you get this number?
[Female Voice] : That’s really none of your concern. All you need to know is that I have a job for you.
Phone Call Recorded at 3:00 a.m.
[Female Voice] : Now, now we wouldn’t have picked up the phone again if we weren’t interested, would we?
[Five Second Pause]
[Male Voice] : What do you want?
[Female Voice] : Like I said earlier, I have a job for you.
[Male Voice] : What makes you think that I would want a job from you, lady?
[Female Voice] : I can pay you.
[Male Voice] : I’m pretty well off on the cash factor.
[Female Voice] : I can get your name cleared.
[Ten Second Pause]
[Female Voice] : It’s not a hard job either.
[Five Second Pause]
[Male Voice]: If it wasn’t so hard you would do it yourself.
[Female Voice] : No, no. I didn’t say it wouldn’t be difficult for me. But for you, it should be a piece of cake.
[Male Voice] : Well, what is it, then?
[Female Voice] : I need you to break into an apartment…
“Roxie! Roxie! There’s a monster coming out of the mirror! It’s going to eat us! Come kill it! Please! Roxie!”
Roxie Zacharias prepared herself to kill the person on the other side of the door. It was
bloody four a.m. and they were practically slamming the door down in an attempt to get into the
apartment.
Roxie heaved herself off the couch with a groan and rubbed her face as she made her way across
the room. She had finally fallen asleep after a night of tossing and turning, only to be awakened by
her next-door neighbor.
She pulled open the door to the frantic-looking girl that was standing outside and leaned
against the frame, ready to hear what should be a very interesting tale.
“What’s wrong now, Hikki?” Roxie questioned and suppressed a yawn with the back of her hand.
“There is a monster coming out of the mirror in the bedroom,” Hikari repeated, sounding
extremely exasperated with Roxie’s lack of concern.
Hikari Sansu was technically older than Roxie, but if they had been compared to one another
Roxie would have been identified as the older, hands down.
Hikari, or Hikki as she preferred to be called, was short and had the look of a little girl.
She always wore her straight red-tinted hair down so that it reached her shoulders. Usually she would
also been found in a white t-shirt with a green skirt, though currently she was wearing a pair of light
blue pajamas and clutching a pink fuzzy teddy bear in her left hand.
“What kind of monster, Hikki?” Roxie asked, sounding nonplussed as she scratched the back of her
head where her braid met scalp.
“I am being serious!” Hikki hissed, leaning forward to grab Roxie’s hand with her free
right one. “And Tori-” she continued, referring to her roommate, “-is battling it by himself. Do you
want him to be eaten alive?”
Before Roxie could complain, Hikki was pulling Roxie down the hall with all her might. Roxie
let out a long, annoyed sigh as she allowed herself to be dragged into the apartment adjacent to her own.
The apartments were designed to be identical. All the ones in the building were. There was a
single bedroom with either one bed or two beds, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. The apartment
building was designed for either couples or for people who were alone, and in that case were assigned to
live with somebody else.
Everyone lived in an apartment building now. Almost all of the proper houses had been destroyed
during the war and the few that were left were mainly used for headquarters for the government or for
schools.
However, Roxie was astounded by the obvious differences between her own apartment and Hikki’s.
While Roxie’s apartment was kept to a nice level of cleanliness, Hikki’s had random objects strewn
across all surfaces. It appeared that the kitchen sink had been turned into a duck pond and there was a
family of stuffed teddy bears occupying the large couch in the living room. Hanging above the
television was a cage that looked as though it was holding a collection of butterfly chrysalides. The
walls, which had once been white, were covered in designs that varied between looking a child’s finger-
paint project and exquisite works of art.
Roxie was busy studying the wall to the far right (which had Hikki + Tori surrounded by a
rainbow colored heart designed on it) when a shrilly scream came from the bedroom.
“The monster is going to eat Tori!” Hikki shrieked and grabbed onto Roxie’s hand once more and
dragged her forcefully into the room down the hall.
Roxie blatantly stared upon entering the bedroom at the sight that met her eyes.
Perched on top of the bed was a young man with wild brown hair that moved down past his
shoulders. He was only half dressed, he was wearing a part of white pants, but the black belt was
open. Roxie could see that his blue shirt was on top of the fan that was a few inches above the short
boy’s head. He had a gold headband wrapped around his forehead and was holding the end of a broom. The other end appeared to be poking the mirror, which Roxie noted, had absolutely no monster coming out of
it as far as she could.
The boy’s light brown eyes fixated on Roxie and Hikki as they stood in the doorway. He removed
one hand from the handle of the broom and waved at them, his grin apparent that he was glad to see them
and that his current mission of the battle against the Monster Mirror had been completely forgotten.
“Itoriwa Sansu!” Roxie yelled from where she was standing, body stance very similar to that of
an angry mother. “Get off that bed right now!”
“But Roxie!” Tori protested from where he was still standing on top of the bed, holding the
broom in hand. “The Mirror Monster might get out if I don’t stop it!”
“There is no such thing as a Mirror Monster! And I’m going to be extremely angry if I’m not in
bed in thirty seconds!” Roxie snapped back in reply.
“Thirty…twenty-nine…twenty-eight…twenty-seven…” Hikki started the count-back from behind Roxie.
Roxie rubbed her right temple lightly, shutting her eyes as she tried not to lose her temper. Honestly, how was she to be expected to deal with two grown-ups that had the mental capacity of a twelve-
year old combined?
“Roxie! Stop having a mental break-down and look quickly!” Tori yelled.
Roxie’s eyes snapped open, intent on giving Tori a lecture, just in time to watch him start
jumping up and down on the bed and slam his head into the ceiling.
“No!” Hikki cried from where she had stopped at ‘eleventy-ten’, tugging impatiently on Roxie’s
arm. “The mirror!”
Roxie turned to stare at the large mirror, getting ready to explain some perfectly natural
phenomena, such as Tori seeing his reflection in the mirror.
Instead, what she saw amazed even her, the perfectly sensible one in the room.
Her brows furrowed for a moment as she looked at the mirror. There was a faint glow of red
surrounding the border of the mirror that shifted strangely whenever she tried to fixate her gaze on
it. She took a few steps forward towards it, bringing her face closer. To her amazement, she realized
that there was no reflection of herself or Tori, who was still perched on the bed. Frowning, Roxie
glanced behind her and then back into the mirror. The room looked almost exactly the same. The set-up
was the same, but in the mirror the room was revealed to be daylight and there were no people.
Roxie leaned closer to the surface, gliding her hand somewhat hesitantly across it. It rippled
strangely underneath her fingertips and then almost seemed to suck them inwards.
Shivering, Roxie pulled back quickly to see another bit of glowing that was penetrating the
glass.
This part wasn’t random markings and lines though. It was in the center of the mirror and was
emitting a strong, crimson light.
‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile.’
“Told you there was a monster in the mirror,” Hikki breathed, just as awestruck as Roxie was.
Roxie jumped slightly, having forgotten that the other two were still there. She pulled quickly
back from the mirror, still watching it warily even as she turned her head towards Hikki.
“We’d better get Betty on the phone. This looks like potential trouble.”
Betty could hear the ringing from where she was typing steadfastly on her computer. She ran her
hand across the desk, knocking over a cold cup of coffee as she did so. Barely noticing the new mess that she had made, she picked up a half open can of baked beans and put it to her ear.
“Hello?” Betty stated absently, still working intently on the computer, barely noticing what she was
doing otherwise.
About thirty seconds later, she did start to notice the fact that a gooey, brown substance was
dripping down her neck and onto her already filthy (and formerly white) lab-coat.
Blinking, Betty finally took a break from her typing to see what had disturbed her. She pulled
the can away from her face, grimacing as she realized what was on the side of her neck. Wiping at the
beans the best she could, she put the can back on its spot on the desk.
A shrilly ring continued to emit from somewhere in the house. Sighing, Betty stood, running her
fingers through her short hair and groaning when she realized what she had done.
Ignoring all the rather uncomfortable circumstances, she hurried out of the office and into the
kitchen, intent on finding the phone.
Betty glanced at the clock as she rifled through papers, looking for her cell phone. It was
nearly five a.m., which meant that this was probably an emergency or what was perceived to be an
emergency, (which could mean anything from Hikki’s goldfish dying to Hikki and Tori burning down the
apartment building by making extremely over-cooked grilled cheese).
“Hello?” Betty repeated into what was definitely a phone this time.
“Betty?” a somewhat static, but familiar voice filled the line.
“Roxie.” Betty stated as she sat down on the kitchen table, tapping her fingernails against the
table, staring at the clock, prepared to hear what probably was an actual emergency. “What’s wrong?”
Roxie didn’t hesitate or fool around, she got straight to the point, which was something that
Betty appreciated.
“There’s something wrong with the mirror in Hikki’s and Tori’s apartment. It’s glowing red and
strange writing appeared across the surface. I’m not quite sure what to do.” Roxie answered, her voice
calm and even, though somewhat distracted.
“Oh?” Betty replied in a noncommittal way, as her fingers reached across the table for paper and
pen. “What did the mirror say?”
“Uh,” Roxie paused for instant. “‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile'.” She answered in a
stumbling tone, her pronunciation unsure.
Betty wrote the words down to the best of her ability in a scrawling hand and then repeated them
back to Roxie. After receiving confirmation that she had copied the message correctly, she stared at it
for a few seconds. If it was anyone else on the other line of the end, she probably would have second-
guessed them, insisted that they were playing a prank or had somehow botched the writing.
“What do you think it is, Betty?” Roxie questioned in a soft tone after a few moments of
lingering silence.
Betty jumped from her place at the table in surprise, having forgotten that she was on the
phone, intent on thinking.
“Oh.” Betty cleared her throat slightly, sitting up as she began to formulate a plan in her
head. “I can’t be certain yet. I have a suspicion what it is, but I’m going to have to get
confirmation first. In the meantime, I think that you, Hikki, Tori and Alexis should probably come down
here to get prepped for a mission.”
There was a moment of silence on the phone, before Roxie’s reply came.
“What? Betty, have you lost your mind? A mission? We haven’t been on any
missions since the bloody war ended! Is this mirror monster thing dangerous? Does it involve vampires?
And Alexis isn’t even here!”
Betty was completely used to this type of reply. After all, she had more or less been the head
Doctor during the Vampire War. She had coordinated which vampires needed to be taken and when and how,
organized the teams of the Hunters and Agents, created weapons for the teams. She had taken care of them.
“Just a potential mission.” Betty pointed out calmly. “Don’t freak out on me, Roxie. You four
are due in for check-ups anyway. So, you come in, I probe you with a few needles, we make sure that
you’re all still sane. Except for Tori and Hikki of course, I don’t think those two were ever sane. If
things go accordingly, I send you out on a mission, if not, you go home with the assurance that nothing
is going to pop out of the mirror and eat you. And where did Alexis go?”
“Her cousin’s memorial, remember?” Roxie answered, her tone testy now. “And there’s no way
you’re going to be able to pull her away from that for at least a week.”
Betty bit down on the end of her pen, raising an eyebrow, her expression clearly stating that
she was impressed with Alexis’s situation, though of course, Roxie couldn’t see that.
“Please. Alexis has been there a few days already, right? She’ll be overjoyed to get
away from her family. She has too much of a complex with her cousin anyway. She’s dead. There
was nothing Alexis could do about it, and she’s still all whiny and depressed. Personally, I think we
should just send her to live with Hikki and Tori for a few months.”
“Betty!” Roxie shouted into the phone, clearly aghast. “I can’t believe you would say
that!”
“Ah, keep your pants on.” Betty answered smoothly, starting to hunt around in the papers for
another phone number. “I had the highest respect for Alexis’ cousin, who seems to have lost her name
ever since her death,” Betty scoffed. “I’m just pointing out the fact that Alexis is not living
realistically anymore.”
Roxie was quiet for a few moments, ingesting this information.
“So… When do you want Hikki, Tori and myself up for check-ups?”
Betty smiled triumphantly as she found the phone number on the table.
“That’s the Roxie I know.” Betty paused. “Two days. I should be certain by then.”
Chapter Two
Contest Stuff :
Challenge Three -- Who is the author of the quote at the top? (3 pts. to first person).
Challenge Four -- What does ‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile' mean? (10 pts. to first person).
Challenge Five -- I want thorough reviews on this thing. Rant, rave, tell me what you think, like dislike. I'm giving three points for well-thought out reviews.
Title : Scáil
Chapter 1/?
Rating : PG (for this chapter)
Wordcount : 2,496
Summary : The war against the Vampires has been over for a year now, but when the fighters are led into an alternate universe where the battle continues, all the desicions they made are called into question of being right or wrong.
"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost."
Phone Call Recorded at 2:51 a.m.
[Female Voice] : Hello.
[Male Voice] : Who the hell is this? How the fuck did you get this number?
[Female Voice] : That’s really none of your concern. All you need to know is that I have a job for you.
Phone Call Recorded at 3:00 a.m.
[Female Voice] : Now, now we wouldn’t have picked up the phone again if we weren’t interested, would we?
[Five Second Pause]
[Male Voice] : What do you want?
[Female Voice] : Like I said earlier, I have a job for you.
[Male Voice] : What makes you think that I would want a job from you, lady?
[Female Voice] : I can pay you.
[Male Voice] : I’m pretty well off on the cash factor.
[Female Voice] : I can get your name cleared.
[Ten Second Pause]
[Female Voice] : It’s not a hard job either.
[Five Second Pause]
[Male Voice]: If it wasn’t so hard you would do it yourself.
[Female Voice] : No, no. I didn’t say it wouldn’t be difficult for me. But for you, it should be a piece of cake.
[Male Voice] : Well, what is it, then?
[Female Voice] : I need you to break into an apartment…
“Roxie! Roxie! There’s a monster coming out of the mirror! It’s going to eat us! Come kill it! Please! Roxie!”
Roxie Zacharias prepared herself to kill the person on the other side of the door. It was
bloody four a.m. and they were practically slamming the door down in an attempt to get into the
apartment.
Roxie heaved herself off the couch with a groan and rubbed her face as she made her way across
the room. She had finally fallen asleep after a night of tossing and turning, only to be awakened by
her next-door neighbor.
She pulled open the door to the frantic-looking girl that was standing outside and leaned
against the frame, ready to hear what should be a very interesting tale.
“What’s wrong now, Hikki?” Roxie questioned and suppressed a yawn with the back of her hand.
“There is a monster coming out of the mirror in the bedroom,” Hikari repeated, sounding
extremely exasperated with Roxie’s lack of concern.
Hikari Sansu was technically older than Roxie, but if they had been compared to one another
Roxie would have been identified as the older, hands down.
Hikari, or Hikki as she preferred to be called, was short and had the look of a little girl.
She always wore her straight red-tinted hair down so that it reached her shoulders. Usually she would
also been found in a white t-shirt with a green skirt, though currently she was wearing a pair of light
blue pajamas and clutching a pink fuzzy teddy bear in her left hand.
“What kind of monster, Hikki?” Roxie asked, sounding nonplussed as she scratched the back of her
head where her braid met scalp.
“I am being serious!” Hikki hissed, leaning forward to grab Roxie’s hand with her free
right one. “And Tori-” she continued, referring to her roommate, “-is battling it by himself. Do you
want him to be eaten alive?”
Before Roxie could complain, Hikki was pulling Roxie down the hall with all her might. Roxie
let out a long, annoyed sigh as she allowed herself to be dragged into the apartment adjacent to her own.
The apartments were designed to be identical. All the ones in the building were. There was a
single bedroom with either one bed or two beds, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. The apartment
building was designed for either couples or for people who were alone, and in that case were assigned to
live with somebody else.
Everyone lived in an apartment building now. Almost all of the proper houses had been destroyed
during the war and the few that were left were mainly used for headquarters for the government or for
schools.
However, Roxie was astounded by the obvious differences between her own apartment and Hikki’s.
While Roxie’s apartment was kept to a nice level of cleanliness, Hikki’s had random objects strewn
across all surfaces. It appeared that the kitchen sink had been turned into a duck pond and there was a
family of stuffed teddy bears occupying the large couch in the living room. Hanging above the
television was a cage that looked as though it was holding a collection of butterfly chrysalides. The
walls, which had once been white, were covered in designs that varied between looking a child’s finger-
paint project and exquisite works of art.
Roxie was busy studying the wall to the far right (which had Hikki + Tori surrounded by a
rainbow colored heart designed on it) when a shrilly scream came from the bedroom.
“The monster is going to eat Tori!” Hikki shrieked and grabbed onto Roxie’s hand once more and
dragged her forcefully into the room down the hall.
Roxie blatantly stared upon entering the bedroom at the sight that met her eyes.
Perched on top of the bed was a young man with wild brown hair that moved down past his
shoulders. He was only half dressed, he was wearing a part of white pants, but the black belt was
open. Roxie could see that his blue shirt was on top of the fan that was a few inches above the short
boy’s head. He had a gold headband wrapped around his forehead and was holding the end of a broom. The other end appeared to be poking the mirror, which Roxie noted, had absolutely no monster coming out of
it as far as she could.
The boy’s light brown eyes fixated on Roxie and Hikki as they stood in the doorway. He removed
one hand from the handle of the broom and waved at them, his grin apparent that he was glad to see them
and that his current mission of the battle against the Monster Mirror had been completely forgotten.
“Itoriwa Sansu!” Roxie yelled from where she was standing, body stance very similar to that of
an angry mother. “Get off that bed right now!”
“But Roxie!” Tori protested from where he was still standing on top of the bed, holding the
broom in hand. “The Mirror Monster might get out if I don’t stop it!”
“There is no such thing as a Mirror Monster! And I’m going to be extremely angry if I’m not in
bed in thirty seconds!” Roxie snapped back in reply.
“Thirty…twenty-nine…twenty-eight…twenty-seven…” Hikki started the count-back from behind Roxie.
Roxie rubbed her right temple lightly, shutting her eyes as she tried not to lose her temper. Honestly, how was she to be expected to deal with two grown-ups that had the mental capacity of a twelve-
year old combined?
“Roxie! Stop having a mental break-down and look quickly!” Tori yelled.
Roxie’s eyes snapped open, intent on giving Tori a lecture, just in time to watch him start
jumping up and down on the bed and slam his head into the ceiling.
“No!” Hikki cried from where she had stopped at ‘eleventy-ten’, tugging impatiently on Roxie’s
arm. “The mirror!”
Roxie turned to stare at the large mirror, getting ready to explain some perfectly natural
phenomena, such as Tori seeing his reflection in the mirror.
Instead, what she saw amazed even her, the perfectly sensible one in the room.
Her brows furrowed for a moment as she looked at the mirror. There was a faint glow of red
surrounding the border of the mirror that shifted strangely whenever she tried to fixate her gaze on
it. She took a few steps forward towards it, bringing her face closer. To her amazement, she realized
that there was no reflection of herself or Tori, who was still perched on the bed. Frowning, Roxie
glanced behind her and then back into the mirror. The room looked almost exactly the same. The set-up
was the same, but in the mirror the room was revealed to be daylight and there were no people.
Roxie leaned closer to the surface, gliding her hand somewhat hesitantly across it. It rippled
strangely underneath her fingertips and then almost seemed to suck them inwards.
Shivering, Roxie pulled back quickly to see another bit of glowing that was penetrating the
glass.
This part wasn’t random markings and lines though. It was in the center of the mirror and was
emitting a strong, crimson light.
‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile.’
“Told you there was a monster in the mirror,” Hikki breathed, just as awestruck as Roxie was.
Roxie jumped slightly, having forgotten that the other two were still there. She pulled quickly
back from the mirror, still watching it warily even as she turned her head towards Hikki.
“We’d better get Betty on the phone. This looks like potential trouble.”
Betty could hear the ringing from where she was typing steadfastly on her computer. She ran her
hand across the desk, knocking over a cold cup of coffee as she did so. Barely noticing the new mess that she had made, she picked up a half open can of baked beans and put it to her ear.
“Hello?” Betty stated absently, still working intently on the computer, barely noticing what she was
doing otherwise.
About thirty seconds later, she did start to notice the fact that a gooey, brown substance was
dripping down her neck and onto her already filthy (and formerly white) lab-coat.
Blinking, Betty finally took a break from her typing to see what had disturbed her. She pulled
the can away from her face, grimacing as she realized what was on the side of her neck. Wiping at the
beans the best she could, she put the can back on its spot on the desk.
A shrilly ring continued to emit from somewhere in the house. Sighing, Betty stood, running her
fingers through her short hair and groaning when she realized what she had done.
Ignoring all the rather uncomfortable circumstances, she hurried out of the office and into the
kitchen, intent on finding the phone.
Betty glanced at the clock as she rifled through papers, looking for her cell phone. It was
nearly five a.m., which meant that this was probably an emergency or what was perceived to be an
emergency, (which could mean anything from Hikki’s goldfish dying to Hikki and Tori burning down the
apartment building by making extremely over-cooked grilled cheese).
“Hello?” Betty repeated into what was definitely a phone this time.
“Betty?” a somewhat static, but familiar voice filled the line.
“Roxie.” Betty stated as she sat down on the kitchen table, tapping her fingernails against the
table, staring at the clock, prepared to hear what probably was an actual emergency. “What’s wrong?”
Roxie didn’t hesitate or fool around, she got straight to the point, which was something that
Betty appreciated.
“There’s something wrong with the mirror in Hikki’s and Tori’s apartment. It’s glowing red and
strange writing appeared across the surface. I’m not quite sure what to do.” Roxie answered, her voice
calm and even, though somewhat distracted.
“Oh?” Betty replied in a noncommittal way, as her fingers reached across the table for paper and
pen. “What did the mirror say?”
“Uh,” Roxie paused for instant. “‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile'.” She answered in a
stumbling tone, her pronunciation unsure.
Betty wrote the words down to the best of her ability in a scrawling hand and then repeated them
back to Roxie. After receiving confirmation that she had copied the message correctly, she stared at it
for a few seconds. If it was anyone else on the other line of the end, she probably would have second-
guessed them, insisted that they were playing a prank or had somehow botched the writing.
“What do you think it is, Betty?” Roxie questioned in a soft tone after a few moments of
lingering silence.
Betty jumped from her place at the table in surprise, having forgotten that she was on the
phone, intent on thinking.
“Oh.” Betty cleared her throat slightly, sitting up as she began to formulate a plan in her
head. “I can’t be certain yet. I have a suspicion what it is, but I’m going to have to get
confirmation first. In the meantime, I think that you, Hikki, Tori and Alexis should probably come down
here to get prepped for a mission.”
There was a moment of silence on the phone, before Roxie’s reply came.
“What? Betty, have you lost your mind? A mission? We haven’t been on any
missions since the bloody war ended! Is this mirror monster thing dangerous? Does it involve vampires?
And Alexis isn’t even here!”
Betty was completely used to this type of reply. After all, she had more or less been the head
Doctor during the Vampire War. She had coordinated which vampires needed to be taken and when and how,
organized the teams of the Hunters and Agents, created weapons for the teams. She had taken care of them.
“Just a potential mission.” Betty pointed out calmly. “Don’t freak out on me, Roxie. You four
are due in for check-ups anyway. So, you come in, I probe you with a few needles, we make sure that
you’re all still sane. Except for Tori and Hikki of course, I don’t think those two were ever sane. If
things go accordingly, I send you out on a mission, if not, you go home with the assurance that nothing
is going to pop out of the mirror and eat you. And where did Alexis go?”
“Her cousin’s memorial, remember?” Roxie answered, her tone testy now. “And there’s no way
you’re going to be able to pull her away from that for at least a week.”
Betty bit down on the end of her pen, raising an eyebrow, her expression clearly stating that
she was impressed with Alexis’s situation, though of course, Roxie couldn’t see that.
“Please. Alexis has been there a few days already, right? She’ll be overjoyed to get
away from her family. She has too much of a complex with her cousin anyway. She’s dead. There
was nothing Alexis could do about it, and she’s still all whiny and depressed. Personally, I think we
should just send her to live with Hikki and Tori for a few months.”
“Betty!” Roxie shouted into the phone, clearly aghast. “I can’t believe you would say
that!”
“Ah, keep your pants on.” Betty answered smoothly, starting to hunt around in the papers for
another phone number. “I had the highest respect for Alexis’ cousin, who seems to have lost her name
ever since her death,” Betty scoffed. “I’m just pointing out the fact that Alexis is not living
realistically anymore.”
Roxie was quiet for a few moments, ingesting this information.
“So… When do you want Hikki, Tori and myself up for check-ups?”
Betty smiled triumphantly as she found the phone number on the table.
“That’s the Roxie I know.” Betty paused. “Two days. I should be certain by then.”
Chapter Two
Contest Stuff :
Challenge Three -- Who is the author of the quote at the top? (3 pts. to first person).
Challenge Four -- What does ‘Faghann iarraidh iarraidh eile' mean? (10 pts. to first person).
Challenge Five -- I want thorough reviews on this thing. Rant, rave, tell me what you think, like dislike. I'm giving three points for well-thought out reviews.