Argyyle passed silently through the halls, avoiding traffick and security sensors. It didnt appear as if his father had changed anything. Probably too busy chasing ghosts. Typical. When he arrived
at his destination, his small still smile grew to a deaths head grin. Argyyle looked down at the inert flesh that was his brother, and went to work.
Some time later, he finished his ghoulish task, and went to find his sister. He had checked the computer for the location of her quarters at the same time he had asked for the location of his
brothers body,just to be certain. Upon entering her quarters (once again, thank the force for his back door codes.) Argyyle began preparing his sisters surprise, chuckling nastily to himself. Fiona
was going to love this.
Later that night, she arrived. Fiona stood in the doorway, her hair wet. Argyyle thought he had never seen true beauty before. Argyyle smiled with genuine warmth for the first time in over 2 years. He motioned for her to join him at the table he had prepared. A silver platter, 2 plates and dinnerware occupied the table.
Fiona raised a brow when she saw what awaited her in her room. How DARE he invade her sanctum? How DARE he return this way? Then she saw his gift on the headboard of her bed. A slight chuckle escaped her lips, killed nearly before it was born. There, next to the head of the slave who had betrayed her so long ago, was the head of the one responsible for that betrayal. Argyyle watched her stride across the room, licking her lips, looking like a lioness at the hunt. He hoped she liked his peace offering. Fiona's arm lashed out, a blur, her hand rigid as she struck her brother, only barely keeping from curling her nails into his face.
Argyyle flew from his seat as if he had been ejected. His arm lifted reflexively, but the blow caught him completley off guard. He wiped the blood from his lip, tasting the wound as he did so. "Excellent strike, Dear Sister." he said as he regained his feet, his voice dripping sarcasm. "But next time" he gestured to the table "put a little heart into it." there lay the heart of their mutual enemy, medium rare.
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