Star Fruit #10, Molasses #6, Cookies N Cream #25 - The King Of Broken Hearts
Author: askingxalice
Title: The King of Broken Hearts
Summary: Altar is a douche. Chastity and Faith try to teach him a lesson about that.
Story: Second Genesis
Timeline: September 2035 - Faith is 19, Chastity is 17, Altar is 15.
Challenge: Star Fruit #10 (that's what (s)he said), Molasses #6 (life of the party), Cookies N Cream #25 (cover)
Word Count: 436
Rating: PG-13
“Our brother is a douchebag. As the eldest sister, I think it’s in your duties to help me kick his ass,” announced Chastity as she barged into Faith’s room.
Faith didn’t even look up from her comic book. “What did Altar do now?”
“He’s in this contest at school. This ‘date as many girls as possible at once’ bullshit thing with some other just as douche-baggy guys.”
“Okay... Chas, before we continue with plotting the downfall of our youngest brother, shouldn’t we at least admit that no girl in her right mind is going to date him? He’s in that insufferable ‘I’m the best fucking thing since sliced bread’ mindset that every teenaged male gets into, and nobody is going to want to date someone like that.”
Chastity scoffed, holding up a lock of hair to check for split ends as she responded. Her voice had a definite ‘Duh!’ tone to it, and Faith felt a muscle near her eye twitch. “Yeah, girls our age maybe. But fourteen and fifteen year old girls? They’re just as bad as fourteen and fifteen year old guys, and just as stupid.”
Finally looking up from her comic book, Faith only sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright, point taken. Just look for me at lunch tomorrow when you head to school, all right? We’ll get it sorted out then.”
“...Aren’t you doing to tell me what we’re going to do?”
“No. Just trust me. Now get out of my room.”
~~~
Faith had to say that she was extremely proud of her plan. In fact, the ambush went down without a hitch. Surprisingly. She was used to something going wrong when she tried for vengeance. But it had been oddly easy to pull Altar away from his latest soon-to-be conquest, shove a garbage can over his head, and bang on it a few times with one of Mr. Zachery’s borrowed walking sticks. After that, Altar had really been too disoriented to fight against being shoved into a random locker, and Faith was certain that the padlock she had used would take a while to get off, since the janitor didn’t have the key.
Chastity, meanwhile, had swooped in to explain the situation to the girl, whoever she was, and elect a promise of not helping Altar. Or telling on them. She had also complained a few times about not being able to hit Altar during the garbage can step; Faith blatantly ignored her before quickly making her departure. Not only was she not supposed to be on school grounds, but she had a walking stick to return.
Title: The King of Broken Hearts
Summary: Altar is a douche. Chastity and Faith try to teach him a lesson about that.
Story: Second Genesis
Timeline: September 2035 - Faith is 19, Chastity is 17, Altar is 15.
Challenge: Star Fruit #10 (that's what (s)he said), Molasses #6 (life of the party), Cookies N Cream #25 (cover)
Word Count: 436
Rating: PG-13
“Our brother is a douchebag. As the eldest sister, I think it’s in your duties to help me kick his ass,” announced Chastity as she barged into Faith’s room.
Faith didn’t even look up from her comic book. “What did Altar do now?”
“He’s in this contest at school. This ‘date as many girls as possible at once’ bullshit thing with some other just as douche-baggy guys.”
“Okay... Chas, before we continue with plotting the downfall of our youngest brother, shouldn’t we at least admit that no girl in her right mind is going to date him? He’s in that insufferable ‘I’m the best fucking thing since sliced bread’ mindset that every teenaged male gets into, and nobody is going to want to date someone like that.”
Chastity scoffed, holding up a lock of hair to check for split ends as she responded. Her voice had a definite ‘Duh!’ tone to it, and Faith felt a muscle near her eye twitch. “Yeah, girls our age maybe. But fourteen and fifteen year old girls? They’re just as bad as fourteen and fifteen year old guys, and just as stupid.”
Finally looking up from her comic book, Faith only sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright, point taken. Just look for me at lunch tomorrow when you head to school, all right? We’ll get it sorted out then.”
“...Aren’t you doing to tell me what we’re going to do?”
“No. Just trust me. Now get out of my room.”
~~~
Faith had to say that she was extremely proud of her plan. In fact, the ambush went down without a hitch. Surprisingly. She was used to something going wrong when she tried for vengeance. But it had been oddly easy to pull Altar away from his latest soon-to-be conquest, shove a garbage can over his head, and bang on it a few times with one of Mr. Zachery’s borrowed walking sticks. After that, Altar had really been too disoriented to fight against being shoved into a random locker, and Faith was certain that the padlock she had used would take a while to get off, since the janitor didn’t have the key.
Chastity, meanwhile, had swooped in to explain the situation to the girl, whoever she was, and elect a promise of not helping Altar. Or telling on them. She had also complained a few times about not being able to hit Altar during the garbage can step; Faith blatantly ignored her before quickly making her departure. Not only was she not supposed to be on school grounds, but she had a walking stick to return.