What do you all think of Queenie?
[Faye] My feet move on their own accord as I sprint blindly towards the library. I don’t even need to see where I’m going, my heart knows the way. I hear a mournful caw above my head. Sitting on a lamppost is what I think must be a raven. It is far larger than a crow, its green eyes holding more intelligence.“You aren’t a crow, are you?” I think the raven huffed. It definitely seemed offended. “I’m sorry, sir. Definitely a raven.” The raven started fluffing up its
[Queenie]Sitting in my car, I take a deep breath. I can’t believe I let that…girl…get under my skin. My goal was to find Archie, invite him to dinner, and restart the relationship we left off 4 years ago. I just got home last week, and when I heard that THE Gunner Drake wanted to host his “wedding” at our exclusive restaurant and lounge on Lake Merritt, I knew I needed to reach out. I broke things off with him because at the time he was just too young, too inexperienced. I was his first, the one who taught him everything he needed to know about pleasing me, making me feel worshiped. And then I met Lance. He was older than me, my music tutor, and we were able to convince my father to have me continue my music studies overseas, in Europe, where I could learn so much more about culture.Much of it was at the hands of my instructor himself. I have no regrets about seducing him. Either one of them actually. Archie was my sweet boy and Lance, well let’s just say he gave me a real educati
[Faye] One moment I am taking her hand, standing to face her and the next, we are standing outside the library, underneath a barren oak tree. She continues to hold my hand, pulling me along at a near run as we head towards the street, away from campus. “What just happened?” my head is spinning, I feel like I might be sick. “We were just in the library and now…” “Twas just a mere Blink.” Devona exhales. “I am sorry I cannot fly with you, but my raven form cannot carry anything larger than a ferret.” What on earth is she talking about? I don’t get much time to think about it before she grabs my hand again and st
[Arthur] My head is pounding as I open my eyes. It's weird, I do not remember falling asleep, but here I am in bed. I feel around, my eyes still partly shut and feel a hard rail on my right side. This is not my bed.That’s when I notice the straps.Why am I strapped to the bed? Where the hell am I? I slowly open my eyes and I know that my vision isn’t working prope
[Faye]Once I’m done helping clean up the mess that Embyr made at my arrival, I motion for Devona to follow me to my room. She trails behind me as we walk down the hall, her hard-bottomed boots making no sound as we move across the carpet. My own feet make an annoying swish swish sound as I move and I wonder how she’s doing it. After the events of this afternoon, it feels like the walls are closing in on me, and I…“Just breathe,” her voice whispers in my ear, sending a tingle to my toes and fingertips. I pause, taking a long, steadying breath before opening my bedroom door.Everything was as I left it, nothing moved, nothing changed. One could almost pretend like everything that happened since I entered that library wasn’t real, just
[Devona] “Faye..ah…” a second arrow pierces my neck, the golden tip gleaming, spraying Faye’s face with my blood. I fall to the ground before her, my own voice gone, silenced by the sharp, golden tip. Gurgling, I pull her down with me to the floor. Faye starts screaming. Raising a now bloody hand to her lips, I try to show her with my eyes that it is okay. I don’t know if I am successful, but as she looks at me helplessly, she also stops screaming and watches carefully as I remove the barbs sticking painfully out of my body. Starting with my neck, I break the arrow shaft in half, pulling the ends out carefully. As soon as the weapon is removed, my neck begins to seal itself, the blood slowly stopping. Placing a finger on my lips to signal the need for silence, I do the same for my leg, but then slowly move towards the window, open just enough for the arrow to find its way through the warding. I should have checked the windows. IF it is even open slightly, it is enough to break t
[Faye] Waiting rooms are a dark, soulless void that can make one lose all sense of time. I can’t be sure how long we have been sitting here, but it feels like hours have passed. Embyr has resorted to watching makeup fails videos on social media while listening to music on her phone with her oversized headphones. Devona is trying to look bored, and nonchalant, but is failing as she sits alert, her spine straight, cleaning her fingernails with the longest dagger I’ve ever seen. Occasionally she stops to twist her wrist in a figure 8, practicing various holds and rotations. Where this knife has been hiding this whole time is a mystery to me. She pulled it out of her pants pocket. How did she have that in her pocket this whole time and I had no idea? Also, why is she using it to clean her nails?The nu
[Arthur] When I wake up my room is mostly dark. I am not alone, Queenie sits slumped in a chair sleeping in what looks like a weirdly uncomfortable position, snoring loudly. It’s a miracle I didn’t wake sooner. I guess the drugs they gave me were strong enough to block out that boar mating call coming from her mouth. No offense meant to the boars. I wish I knew what Queenie is doing here, messing with my life. We’ve known each other since kindergarten, our parents practically raising us together. She was always a bit of a bossy little brat, able to convince her parents and anyone else around her to do whatever she wanted them to do, even from a fairly early age. I’ve always been amazed at how well she could