Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

On the grounds for treason, Helena hissed, venom all but dripping from her tongue as she spoke. Her steps were light as she approached, floating like an angel in her white filmy gown as it billowed out behind her. Helena's blue eyes narrowed into slits, filled with malice and cautious warning as she began to slowly circle the man who'd betrayed not just her, but his supposed best friend. What he'd done now was unforgivable. No one deserved to live after pulling such a stunt, after going to such lengths to try and prove a point. And for what? Power, glory...a damned weapon to rule the masses. This wasn't about a means to keep the king in check. No, this was about fear, about making sure the people knew who was in charge and pulled the strings of authority. Well, she'd be damned if it was by the likes of Vincent and his Revolutionaries! Traitors, betrayers...all of them! The sight of her Anselm as he fell back wounded...her father as he died of illness...her home, taken away... No. It had to stop. And it would stop with Charles Vincents' death! Do not act so surprised, dear Charles. Your little games are coming to an end, Helena spoke, her tone crisp, the anger clear. They stop...now. She placed a delicate hand on the man's shoulder and leaned close, her lips brushing his ear. I want you to answer me plainly, if you think you can manage such a thing. Gracefully, Helena's body moved about Charles. She was like an angel, ethereal beauty as her hips swayed and the gauzy gown swished about her petite frame. Platinum blonde waves shimmered about her face and down along her back as she turned her head and looked directly into his eyes, pools of blue glistening like sapphires, seeing straight into his heart. Helena nodded at both Constabil and Sevin, grateful for their company and assistance. If my Anselm is so dear to you, then tell me this. She leaned closer. Why do you not trust him to tell him exactly where you harbor the weapon you hold? Her eyes narrowed as her thoughts spun wildly in her mind. She thought about the silhouetted figure that had shot her husband in cold blood, how he must know Charles, must be a part of his precious Resistance! We already know it's in your possession, Charles, and that you and your Resistance have been planning his murder for a long while... Her voice trailed, her pulse quickening. We know everything. Taking a step back, Helena shook her head in disgust and turned on her heel. She paced the room her steps slow and even. You orchestrated it all and now you'll pay the price! Helena accused, her blue eyes flashing as her hands balled into tiny fists at her side. Anselm lies dying because of you! she shouted. You! You traitor! Her eyes began to tear, her body trembling with sorrow and anger. The murderer you prepped to kill him has been captured and your name was given as the one organized this...this...this rebellion! She looked at the floor, her hair falling forward over her slim shoulders. And for what purpose? she asked, her voice going soft. He's a fair man, a good man...and now you must pay for your crimes. Helena could feel her heart beating in her chest as she let everything pour out of her. Her own fear rising as she hoped the man would rise to her bait, give away something about the weapon, Anselm's attempted murderer...anything! Regardless, she knew the man was involved and for that he would suffer. She would see to that. Somehow.