Oops. I totally forgot about this until I saw it in my notes today. I actually kinda have to finish it. I'll write a super short update then there'll be two more updates and then I'll finally have finished a story on here. :ugeek:
※〜※〜※ "What?" Ashlyn begins to shake violently. "I'm not- I don't- you-" He puts a hand out to steady her before explaining in a voice stilted with emotion. "Our parents kicked me out of the house a year before you were born. I was three years old, in that phase where I repeated everything. We went on television. I repeated everything they had said behind closed doors. They were scamming people, dealing drugs… every dirty little secret. I was kicked out into the streets and left to die without a second thought." Shane laughs humorlessly. "They went back to normal in half a year. I never did. I've been following your family ever since." Ashlyn gapes at him, but quickly strengthens her resolve. "I'm sorry, Shane, but I still have to do this," she whispers. "You don't-" "I do." With those words, she stabs him in the leg and runs into the hotel in search of Cecile. Shane crumples to the floor. All he can do is helplessly watch her rapidly retreating back. ※〜※〜※ Two more updates. Y'all are probably like, wtf?
Alrighty then. I guess I'm alone. Ladidadidadidaaaaaaa? ※〜※〜※ Ashlyn steps through the door. Cecile is sitting on a chair on her balcony, staring up at the cloudless sky. "Hello, Cecile," she says in a voice as smooth as crushed silk. Her sister abruptly lurches to her feet. The chair topples over. "Ashlyn? How-" Ashlyn gapes at Cecile. "How do you know my new name?" she demands, holding up her dagger. "I never told anyone. I never even told anyone I exist!" "Ashlyn, honey, put down the knife." She's suddenly brought back to when she was a little kid learning to chop vegetables. Her twin sister had said the same thing to Ashlyn. Her smiling face dances in her mind, the only person who ever took time to care for her. They were inseparable. Until that fateful day. But… why did her sister call her Ashlyn? And how did Shane know what she changed her name to? Her name was Angelique back then, the same as her twin. The thoughts get hastily shoved aside in anger. "No. Guess what, Cecile?" she spits out. "This is the five year anniversary of when you thought you killed your whole family and burned away the evidence. But guess what? The perfect Angelique had a twin. Me. We switched off -- even though our parents and I could tell she was better at everything -- because it was odd to have twins. The only reason they didn't toss me out on the streets is because they couldn't have someone looking the exact same, even with the same name, as Angelique." Cecile turns a deathly shade of white. "Look-" "What, you thought you got away with it? Well, guess what? You thought wrong. I was hiding in the closet, watching you kill our family then burn down the house to get rid of evidence." "No-" "Yes. I escaped before you saw me, then changed my name to Ashlyn. To erase the terrible reminders of that day." She whispers the last sentence before talking loudly again. "I've been waiting five years, killing your biggest fans, playing with your mind just as you played with mine. And now I'm going to kill you." " Ashlyn. " Stunned into silence by her horrified voice, Ashlyn follows Cecile's gaze. Shane is standing in the doorway holding a butcher knife. ※〜※〜※ All by myself