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“Oh well. Plan B. Let’s just kill each other.” Castor Troy, Face/Off Rebecca stared fearfully at her own reflection in Marilyn’s eyes. “What?” she whispered, her voice little more than a shiver. “Morgan never knew I was the Crimson Rose,” Marilyn said, her gaze growing increasingly critical. “Morgan made it very clear, early on,” Everett said, coming around Marilyn to stand before Rebecca, “he wanted nothing to do with our actions moving on the Rose. So we never told him who it was.” He leaned forward, looking squarely at Rebecca. “So now we also get to ask you about how you know who the Rose is.” Rebecca’s breathing began to grow rapid. “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked. She looked at them. “This house got destroyed! My boyfriend’s mother got killed…” “Stepmom,” Roland tossed to her cheerfully. “Why are you doing this?!” “We’ve got questions and you’ve got answers,” Sydney said with cold indifference. “If you’ just cooperate, this would go a lot easier.” Rebecca looked around at the group, finally settling on Erik. “Can’t you do something?” she implored. “What exactly would you suggest?” he asked, brushing his blonde hair over his shoulders. “I’m both out-numbered and, well, I think they’re right. You are clearly lying.” Like lightning, Everett grabbed Rebecca’s arm, clamping down hard on it. “You need to start talking,” he said harshly. “Hey!” Everyone turned to see Donovan standing up. His clothes soaked with the shattered aquarium’s water, he glared at the knights. “Get your hands off of her!” he demanded. “Son of a bitch,” Ledger said, mildly impressed. “That shouldn’t have worn off that quick.” “Hey, big pimping,” Roland said, a few feet from Donovan. “What’s shaking?” Donovan lifted his sword, aiming the blade at Everett. “Here we go,” Sydney groaned, stepping back, clearing the way between the two. “I said get your hands off of her,” Donovan repeated. “You’ve been asleep for a bit. You might want to sit this one out,” Armand suggested, standing with Roland. “Donovan,” Erik spoke up politely. “We’ve got a lot of reasons to skewer these traitors. She,” he said with a gesture towards Rebecca, “isn’t one of them.” “Traitors?” Sydney asked, agitated. “Syd, drop it,” Everett said quickly. “Well, I won’t,” Donovan insisted. “Well I don’t really give a damn,” Ledger said, holding his shotgun at Donovan. “Now shut up.” The fight started without any hesitation. Donovan lunged at Ledger, swinging for him. Ledger stepped back and slapped Donovan in the arm with his shotgun. At the same time, he punched the Brit in the face with the palm of his hand, driving him off course. But as Donovan fell to the floor, Erik’s sword blade came slashing through the air at Ledger. He barely had time to register the attack before the sword was deflected by Sydney’s two short swords held defensively over his chest. Donovan struggled to get to his feet, only to get chopped in the neck by Everett. He kicked him in the back of the legs, knocking Donovan to his knees, then grabbing his hair and yanking backwards, shoving the back of Donovan’s head into the wall. He landed with a loud smack, the wall cracking from the impact. Erik slashed at Sydney’s legs, forcing her to step back, but leaving himself open for a nose-high kick to the face from Ledger. The blow knocked Erik off-balance and Ledger dropped into a crouch, sweeping Erik’s legs out from underneath him. He landed hard on his back, splashing the water up against the wall. Ledger came over him, punching him in the face once, knocking him out. Standing, Ledger shook his fist. “Couldn’t you have done that with Dim Mak?” Roland asked after a sip from his beer, still leaning against the far wall. “Where’s the fun in that?” Ledger answered, shaking his fist. Everett turned away from Donovan, his eyes settling on Marilyn. She stared at him with a wash of disapproval and unwilling pride. She was about to speak when they both noticed in unison the lack of Rebecca. Everett rushed out the front door, to see Rebecca held by the scruff of her neck like a cat by Edgar. The senior knight practically carried her back to the front door, depositing her roughly on the steps. “She tried to make a break for it as soon as Donovan stood up,” Edgar said. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Marilyn asked. “One more distraction for us to deal with,” Armand answered, following the others. “What are you going to do with me?” Rebecca demanded, brushing her dark hair out of her face. Everett checked his cell phone, noting the time. “We’ll be taking you prisoner,” he said. “We’ll either take you with us to deal with Alan and then decide what to do with you afterwards, or we’ll deposit you somewhere safe and come back for you later.” He stepped towards her, crowding her. “Make no mistake about it; you will give us the information we need. We cannot allow this situation to progress further.” As Everett spoke, he saw something in Rebecca. In a flash, he saw her transform. For the briefest of instants, he saw behind her eyes a harsh hatred that raged violently beneath the surface. His eyes narrowed, lost in her expression. “Who are you?” he asked. “YAAAA!” Rebecca yelled, lunging for Everett’s face with her nails. He leapt back as Edgar grabbed her arms, restraining her. “GO TO HELL, YOU BASTARD!” she screamed, kicking at Everett. Edgar pulled her back, straining as she fought him with every ounce of her strength. “DIE!!!” she screamed. She tried to head butt Edgar, but he kept her restrained. “What the hell?” Roland whispered, stunned. Rebecca calmed down enough to stare Everett right in the eyes. “I will see you dead, knight,” she spat with violent hatred.
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