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The phone call was short. The voice lasted only for a minute. Marina stopped walking and glanced around at the others. "She is coming. And she wants whomever killed someone named Chester..."

 

"We have less than a minute until she will be here. The Bag Woman is coming and Theodore told me we will not be able to return to normal until she dies. That we need teamwork. She said the rest of us will be brought to the city if we give her whomever killed Chester."

 

Kallisti looked when Marina spoke, and listened to what she had to say. Her face went pale when she found who had called her and what they wanted. "Temperance . . ." she murmured, looking at the girl.

What would happen if Devyn came? Would she kill them all? She no doubt wanted blood for Chester's death - but she didn't understand, Kallisti thought as she tugged on the red ribbon. Chester said he wanted to die.

When Marina said what Theodore had told her . . . "I killed Chester." she replied to all of them, "So what now? Do I go, or do I stay, and we can work to kill her."

"The bag chick?" Harley said, and she looked at him. His face was angry, and he was reaching for his gun "She tortured Vanille. Theo. Elliot. Olivia. They're dead because of her. No. Not you, too." He looked around at the others.

"If I do not go," Kallisti began to counter,"she will surely kill all of us." She then looked at Temperance, "What shall we - . . . I do?" Even as she said the question, she turned in direction to deliver herself. In all honesty, Kallisti wanted to lodge a bullet into Devyn's head. Even more, now that she had found out about some of the others.

 

Temperance stopped staring at her blood soaked fingers long enough to look up at Quin. "We both killed him. If you hadn't pulled the plug, I would have. It's what he wanted." Her green eyes were cold and distant as she reached into her pocket to pull out the writing from him. "He answered our questions. It was only fair for us to do the one thing has wished for." Temperance sighed before glancing at the others.

"Theodore came to me after he died."

She looked over at Marina. That had to mess with her head quite a bit. "We take her on. We're plenty armed. If we need to defeat her in order to restore things than so be it. She'll be here any second right?"

"Y-yeah. She told me one minute. That time is nearly up."

"Then we wait and face her head on." Temperance looked at the others. She was tired and just wanted to go to bed. She wanted the nightmare to be over and there was apparently one way to do that.

 

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"Balance..." Septimus said silently as he glanced over at them and looked at them with a calm face. "Quintus...if you give yourself up...that would be consider suicide would it not?" Septimus said closing his eyes. He realized that this Chester person was a far important person in this little game. As the book said they needed to both be considerate and selfish as well. Would Quintus really meet an end here if she died? If it meant that he would be safe wouldn't it be best for him to sacrifice the girl? "...I don't need to say this but our fate rests on this outcome. I will not lie, I do not know you so I do not mind if you die...but this is a choice that needs to be made now" Septimus said coldly closing his eyes and smirked "But if you wish to fight then so be it" Septimus said.

 

Kallisti honestly didn't know what to do, and with Temperance . . . But Septimus offered up a good point. "Marina, might I have that phone?" she asked, "I wish to call the girl."

 

Marina walked over to Kallisti and handed her the phone. They could do this, if they worked together. "Here. She is the last call."

 

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The phone vibrated in her hand. She stared at it for a moment and then checked the digital watch around her wrist. Just a few seconds left. Flipping the phone open, she pressed it to her ear and waited.​

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"Hello Devyn. This is Quintus, and I am the one who pulled the plug on Chester's hospital bed, but let me make it clear that it was at his request and that he seemed rather intent on me pulling it. If you must kill, let it be me and me only, but I would like to share with you his notes that he exchanged with me. If you are willing to meet me in private, or some such it would be a good move on both our parts, as you seem to be under the misconception that I murdered him." she explained calmly but quickly, "Do not kill any of the others, please."

 

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Her head tilted to the side. What was this? A waste of time. Perhaps they were trying to stall?​

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❝Did you not hear me? I said to leave behind the one who killed Chester. If you would like to, so called, meet me in person, then come inside--alone. Do not waste my time again.❞ ​

Pressing her lips together, she hung up the phone and shoved it into her pocket. If she did not show in about three seconds...​

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Temperance huffed in frustration. Quin was trying to get Devyn alone. She wanted the girl to come to them. Just thinking about chopping her up piece by piece sent a thrilling chill down her spine. She wanted to give her what she deserved. She wasn't just some random unimportant person, she was one of them. Devyn seemed to be a game piece as well. "Let's just leave. Now. While we have the chance."

 

Kallisti closed the phone, took a breath, and calmly handed it back to Marina. "No, Temperance." she took the note from the girl's pocket with Chester's handwriting on it, and walked into the building.

"I am here." she called out, clutching the note at her side.

 

Temperance started to walk again, but it didn't seem like anyone was going anywhere. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. How frustrating. Chester had said that Devyn was dangerous. That she was angry. They would all probably die now, but maybe she could at least get revenge. She really could not stand Quintus. With an annoyed groan, she followed the other girl inside and stood beside her. "I'm here too."

 

Harley, with Madeline over his shoulder, followed Kallisti and Temperance inside. He wanted a shot at this chick, too.

Literally.

 

It seemed like they were all going back in. If it had not been for speaking to Theodore, she probably would have left. Teamwork. With an eye roll, she followed after Harley. Bernie seemed to be lagging behind her as well.

 

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The sound of footsteps alerted her and she turned her head up, gazing forward. Quintus, Harley and Temperance had entered the building, standing a few feet in front of her now. Marina and Bernadette entered. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting. It wasn't as if they ever did anything right. At least they were trying. The hooded men behind her shifted and she held a hand up, stopping them. What to do, what to do? ​

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Her breath came through the mask, under the bag, distorted and crackling.​

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❝What is this?❞​

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She smiled behind her veil. How cute. ​

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❝This is not what I asked for. ... Well? You disobeyed me for a reason, did you not? Show me what you've got.❞​

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Kallisti looked at the rest behind her and closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly, but she could work with this, maybe, "This is not what I had intended, and I did not ask them to come." Of course, Devyn wouldn't believe that.

She walked up to the girl, extremely wary of the three cloaked figures behind her, and held up the note that had all of Chester's final words on. "This note is what he gave to us, and he asked us to pull the plug on him. I understand his situation, and," she laughed a little, "I understand yours, Devyn. You want to be a winner of this game, that is why you have captured all of us. You wish to earn Crestatia's favor. Would you like to read what he said, what he wrote?"

Patronizing her was not a good idea, but she was buying a little time. She handed the note to Devyn and then walked back to the small group. As she spoke to Harley next to her, she kept her mouth as completely still as she possibly could. "If she takes it, we will shoot." she said under her breath, making sure that each of them heard her. "Be ready."

"So, Miss Devyn, what do you think?" she asked.

 

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Dizzy, but not exhausted. A headache drummed in her ears and her body felt heavy...very heavy, actually. It was strange, though. Despite how heavy she felt, she almost had a sensation as if she were...floating? She would have thought she was dead, but if it were true that you no longer existed once you died, then this was not death. Her eye lids felt like bricks. She wanted to open them, but it wasn't working out for her.​

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Then she felt it.​

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Death.​

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Her entire essence was ripped away into nothingness. The only reason she registered it was because a few minutes later, she was aware again. Her body shook, but she still could not wake up. Had she really been bleeding that badly? So badly that she died? ​

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She wanted to wake up. Inside, she screamed and pleaded for her awareness back. If she had to die, she did not want it to be because of this. How was everyone else? How was Quin? Thomas? ...Temperance? John...? ​

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No matter what, she couldn't. The feeling of suspension returned, and the pounding in her ears recommenced. This was terrible. Did people in a coma feel this way? She felt bad for Thomas, then, when he was in the hospital after his...accident. What a terrible, helpless feeling. ​

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Slowly, though, her senses returned. First, the smell of damp wood reached her nose. Then slowly, sounds returned. Then the pain came back, though less than before. In her eye, and her hip. She had been taken care of. And then...​

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Who was that? ​

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A few second Quin's voice hit her ears. Quin!

"Quin...Ughhhh." ​

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She shifted. Where was she? Slowly, she tried to open her...eye... ​

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...What. She stared at someone's butt. Oh. She shifted, and frowned. ​

 

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What were they even doing? Harley wanted to shoot the bitch now. Now. NOW. After what she had done to . . . Harley shook his head and waited to see if Kallisti's plan would work. He had his doubts, but it was all they had for the moment.

He heard a mumbled, then a shift on his shoulder made him wince. Oh. It looked like the princess was waking up. Letting go of his gun for a moment, he gently set her down. "Nice to see you're still alive." he told Madeline, and Kallisti looked over her shoulder, relief flying over her face, but then she returned to the matter at hand. "We're in the middle of something at the moment, so don't make a fuss."

His hand returned to his gun.

 

Temperance stood beside Quin with the machete in her hand. Blood still trickled down as she gripped it until her knuckles turned white. She could sense shifting behind her, but didn't look back at the other members of their party. Those must have been the cloaked figures Cheshire spoke of. She narrowed her eyes at them. If she was going to die, she would rather it be now while she felt no pain. Everything was just so numb. Her jaw was clenched as Quin whispered to them. Handing over that sheet of paper was not something she was thrilled by. It had so many answered questions on it and if they never got it back it would be harder to go over in the future--if there was a future.

Madeline was awake now. That was good. They didn't have time do deal with dragging her around. She has always been a waste of air space, but right now Temperance couldn't dwell on that fact. At least they were armed. If these fuckers decided to start something, they could defend themselves; or at least some of them could. She waited, watching Devyn impatiently.