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Episode
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“When you have to kill a man, it costs
nothing to be polite.” Winston Churchill “I wasn’t with my brother when all
of it happened,” Rebecca recalled forlornly.
“I was working in “Yeah, we knew him,” “I wanted him dead too,” Rebecca
remembered with warm hatred. “He may well be,” “They can all rot in hell for as
far as I’m concerned,” she said. “Once
Phillip came to power, controlling both the Hand and the Miracle Worker’s
Clan, my parents and I came under scrutiny.
There was so much paranoia going around then, about there being
darker, deeper dealings behind the events of “There were,” Armand said. Behind him, Donovan looked around,
bored. He took a beer out of the
refrigerator and settled in for a long night. “My family…suffered, at the hands
of our brothers,” she said distantly.
“There were far worse consequences to being related to Phillip than
merely distrust. But we stood by him,
all the way up until he was killed by Jericho Kingston.” “Just out of curiosity, how’d he
die?” Ledger asked. “We don’t know,” she said. “One of the Hand members delivered a
package to us, with “I can’t imagine you took that too
lightly,” Rebecca smiled. “My parents didn’t know what to do; the
loss of their son was too much to take.
Eventually, they fixed a glorious after-dinner snack of a bottle of
pills and an entire bottle of wine.
They passed in their sleep, which was nice. It’s good that they weren’t around for what
was done to their bodies once “And you?” Marilyn asked. Rebecca smiled again. “Like the little spider,” she sang, “I
weaved my web. I may not have had much
to work with, but I knew that I would have my revenge. I knew, I KNEW, that “Uh, point of note,” Donovan
chimed in. Roland smacked him in the
chest, shutting him up. “Thank you,” Erik said, focusing
on Rebecca. It took several moments for
Rebecca’s rage to calm enough for her to resume talking. “After “Again, I just want to point out…”
Donovan started again. “I will shoot you in the face,
haunky,” Ledger snapped. “Brit or no.” “Of course, even there, I found a
knight,” she smiled. “I found a
knight, young and idealistic.” Her
smile turned hateful. “I decided that
he’d be my first victim. He’d be my
first on my quest for revenge against all knights.” “Let me guess,” Rebecca chuckled. “Correct.
It was Alan Vick. I was going
to kill him, too. Stab him in the back
of the head with a screwdriver. But
when I followed him to the right place, a place secluded and quiet, he met
with several other knights. I was so
blind with rage, I didn’t care. I
rushed out to attack them, but as I did, I heard Alan say something.” Her eyes began to glaze over. “I can’t remember what, but I must have
passed out because when I came to, all the knights were standing over me. They had no idea who I was or why I was
there. Even my attack had been lost on
them, the idiots. They just said I was
lucky to be alive.” She took a moment,
enjoying the memory. “And it was then
that I realized that Alan Vick was doing something, he was into something,
that was dangerous. And if I could be
a part of it, then I could direct it to ultimately destroy the knights.” “At the time, I was looking into
an ancient legend,” she said, the hairs on the back of “Wow,” Armand marveled. “What goes around comes around, huh?” “Alan was convinced, or I led him
convince himself,” she said, “that with the Ivers’ books, he could unravel
the mysteries of Knightspeak. So,
after exhaustive work, we managed to track down two of the books in “And what did he find?” Rebecca scoffed. “Adventure,” she said with disgust. “He wouldn’t tell anyone, even me, what
happened. But he came back a changed
man, and without the books. He said he
had a new passion, a new goal. And he
said that the people he met over there had told him where to ‘find his
destiny’.” She looked at the
group. “And where did it all lead but
right back here, to the home of my beloved enemies.” “You came here with him?” “I came here before him,
actually,” she said with pride. “I’ve
been here for over three months, getting established; entrenched; being ready
to move. Because when Alan arrived, we
both knew we weren’t going to have a lot of time.” “So this entire time, you’ve been
helping him,” “I told him how to find “How did you figure it out?” she
exclaimed. Rebecca blinked. “Are you kidding? Some idiot running around town, like a
cross between Batman and the Scarlet Pimpernel? It’s either a knight or you.” “She’s got a point,” Ledger
said. Marilyn gave him a harsh look. “I also helped him select knights
that would be able to match against all of you,” she said. “Knowing the knights we would face, we
selected knights to help us, ones that would be able to defeat you,
individually or collectively.” “Yeah, we’ll see about that,
sister,” Ledger said. “We probably will,” she returned. “What’re you going to do?” Marilyn
asked as the others gathered themselves. “We’re going to meet you there,” Once the door shut, Rebecca looked at the weapons as
she rubbed her freed hands. She looked
at Rebecca looked at the three swords
and gun offered her, then grabbed Roland’s katana. She leapt out of her seat, charging at In a flash of light, |
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