Penthouse One/Brooke and Will p.II

## Bitch better have my money (17-7)

Brooklyn C.

"Does she know what? You're being extremely vague, Will."

Brooklyn C.

"...What is that supposed to even mean? What do you mean *still* connected to him? I've only just recently been connected to him because of a random incident involving his father. As far as I'm concerned, T.E. doesn't know shit about any connection between be and Zero."

Brooklyn C.

"Wow, Will actually showing compassion, the world has come to an end," she spat sarcastically. "Why don't you do this more often? Y'know, actually show emotions. This isn't the Empress' Palace or the streets. You realize you're safe here, right?"

Brooklyn C.

Brooke sighed and shook her head, standing up. "I guess you can't really change the mindset of an assassin, can you..." she murmured.

Brooklyn C.

"What makes you say that?" she inquired.

Brooklyn C.

"If you feel lost just know that you have a family, Will. We're here. Please, don't forget that." She told him solemnly.

Brooklyn C.

She shrugged, "Once in awhile. More commonly yearly than anything else, and even then the visits are traumatizing, filled with vile words and verbal abuse. Why are you asking?"

Brooklyn C.

"What I do has nothing to do with your own choices, Will. You chose not to visit him, no one is going to hold that against you."

Brooklyn C.

"What happened to stealth being in your blood or something?"

Brooklyn C.

"All right, all right, I'll back off," she said, putting her hands up in surrender.

Brooklyn C.

She shook her head. "It's fine. She was long gone anyway."

Brooklyn C.

"It's the middle of the morning," she reminded him. "You stole my cereal... so yes.." She walked over to the fridge and noticed the mold on the sandwich. "Will... you realize that's not healthy right?"

Brooklyn C.

"No. That sandwich."

Brooklyn C.

"No, no you're not. Unless you want some sort of mold sickness, you should throw that away."

Brooklyn C.

"Now, you suggested eggs earlier? Guess, I'm making eggs."

Brooklyn C.

"I can cook better than you and that's a solid fact. I'm not going to burn them... Okay, maybe on purpose for you."

Brooklyn C.

"Oh come on, like I'd ever intentionally poison you through food."

Brooklyn C.

"I feel highly offended," she huffed bending down to grab a pan from the cabinet and placing it on the stove. She went over to the closet and grabbed some oil, then to the fridge to get eggs, then to the cupboard to get a bowl and spoon to stir the eggs.

Brooklyn C.

"Of course you haven't seen me, you were out murdering people for a half-dead psycho-bitch, remember?"

Brooklyn C.

Slowly a frown adorned her face. "Yeah..."

Brooklyn C.

"You don't listen to a lot of things to be fair, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

Brooklyn C.

She snickered, "You seem to be proving a lot of people's points lately."

Brooklyn C.

"You still do that? Sleep, I mean."

Brooklyn C.

"You should teach Zero how to sleep for eight hours on a daily basis. That kid's sleeping schedule scares me. I woke up at three A.M. once and saw him sitting in the kitchen, staring at his HC, perfectly fine."

Brooklyn C.

"I need at least ten to function properly in the morning without snapping at someone. He's superhuman, I swear."

Brooklyn C.

Okay, okay, true. You have a point, but I didn't say my ten hour sleep was *peaceful*."

Brooklyn C.

She sighed, turning to pour some of the eggs into the pan. "You're inhuman if you don't get nightmares from everything T.E.'s put us through. Zero has PTSD, I get nightmares all the time... I don't know about Val, but she probably goes through the same thing."

Brooklyn C.

"I doubt that, but then again, you probably don't dream, since you don't have any."

Brooklyn C.

She snorted, "Good luck with that."

Brooklyn C.

"I would never bow down to you, Will," she shot back with a roll of her eyes. "Besides, if anything, I'm totally taking her place. You don't understand how powerful girl power is."

Brooklyn C.

"Of course not. You'd be dead."

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Brooklyn C.

"Put a finger on Alex and I'll murder you in such a painful way you'll wish I just shot you in the head instead."

Brooklyn C.

"Say that out loud one more time, I dare you. There is a knife right next to me and I'm not afraid to commit murder."

Brooklyn C.

"If I have Alex, I won't miss you one bit."

Brooklyn C.

She rolled her eyes, "Hush. It's the motherly side speaking." Brooke finished making the eggs and turned the stove off. "Get me some plates, will you?"

Brooklyn C.

She carefully placed some of the eggs on each plate before putting the spatula in the pan. "Don't touch the rest, it's for Alex," she warned.

Brooklyn C.

"I like to cook for her. To be fair, I'm the mother in this dorm/house anyway. All of you do nothing for yourselves. You all would be dead if I wasn't around," she pointed out defiantly.

Brooklyn C.

"Yes, true. But Zero doesn't eat... at least... not normally... I cook and eat that, Alex eat's my cooking, Pandora usually goes out to eat with friends, I don't know about Val and Mira, and Junmin eats at the school cafeteria so... Not many people left to each that food stocked in the fridge, is there?"

Brooklyn C.

"Why don't you just let me cook food? There's always leftovers you can simply heat up anyway."

Brooklyn C.

"Why do you care if I prove my point? It's healthy, cooked, food. What does that have to do with it?"

Brooklyn C.

"Good. Now eat your eggs." The random thought of packing Will's lunch crossed her mind and she began to snicker.

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Brooklyn C.

"I just... I can't breath... Oh my.... So, so..." she took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself down before she continued. "I imagined making you a lunchbox and sending you off to school. And I feel like at some point this school year, it's going to feel like that."

Brooklyn C.

"No, T.E.'s insane," she reminded him, still laughing.

Brooklyn C.

"But it's funny."

Brooklyn C.

"True, true... Who would they be?"

Brooklyn C.

"Zero doesn't eat, remember?" she reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. "But he can cook himself. I've seen him, he's actually pretty good... The one thing that bothers me is that he never eats anything he cooks because he's never hungry. I swear, he's going to die from starvation."

Brooklyn C.

"It was an exaggeration to point out his irregular eating schedule," she deadpanned.

Brooklyn C.

"He didn't cook for himself, it was for everyone else," she sighed, pushing around her eggs. "Even the servants."

Brooklyn C.

A shudder ran down her back and she shook her head instantly. "No! That's horrible! Of course, I want him to eat, but I wouldn't do that..." she drawled. She glanced at Will, who had a slightly troubled aura around him. A topic change was long overdue. "Speaking of tubes... What do you think they'll do in the surgery? If his father goes through with it, I mean."

Brooklyn C.

She facepalmed and groaned in annoyance. "Were you even paying attention? Zero might be going under surgery."

Brooklyn C.

"You should do all three, to make up for what an asshole you are daily," she beamed sarcastically.

Brooklyn C.

"Well, of course I'll go, that's a no-brainer. I'm talking about you, because you're unpredictable when it comes to actually showing any type of emotion that isn't arrogance, and that's even an emotion, that's a trait."

Brooklyn C.

"I'm serious, Will. You don't know how to break that mask you've been wearing for seventeen years, and if you don't find a way soon, something else is going to break it for you."

Brooklyn C.

"As long as you exist, I'm pretty sure it can," she deadpanned.

Brooklyn C.

"Can I buy that faith at the black market, too?" she remarked, before finishing her food and placing the plate in the sink.

Brooklyn C.

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself, Will?"

Brooklyn C.

"Excuse me?" she hissed, spinning on her heel. "You can insult a girl's motives but you do not insult her intelligence. William Deneris, you better run because there's knife on this counter and I'm ready to pick it up and find it a nice new home in your head."

Brooklyn C.

Brooke wasn't kidding this time, she grabbed the knife and lunged.

Brooklyn C.

"You..." she reached for the collar of his shirt, "...need to learn..." she raised the knife, "...when to shut up!"

Brooklyn C.

"I was thinking something simply, like decapitating you and carrying your head around like a trophy, but suffering works too!" she seethed.

Brooklyn C.

She elbowed him in the chest and slashed the knife across the skin of his left arm. She halted when she heard a door open.

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She walked out in nothing but a swimsuit, holding a towel, and froze, as she saw the scene, "uh," she said, her eyes eying the blood, forgetting her own attire. "Should I just...back out?"

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Brooklyn C.

She held in a barrage of curses and stood up, calmly walking back to the kitchen to wash the blood off the knife, not looking at Alex for the fear of the expression on her face. "Will's an asshole so I taught him a lesson," she explained simply in a monotone voice.

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She was drawn back to reality, and she dragged her towel around her, hiding them, "none of your business," she said, kicking herself. She'd thought everyone had left by now. She glanced to Brooklyn before back to Will.

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Brooklyn C.

"Shut your mouth, Deneris," she threatened. "Or I'll give you some ugly scars to match the cut on your arm."

Brooklyn C.

"No, we didn't discuss shit," she shot back. She slid the knife back into a drawer and turned to exit the kitchen, 'accidentally' shoving Will with her shoulder in the process. "Have a nice swim, Alex," she mumbled as she passed by the shorter girl, assuming she was going out to swim or something.

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She turned to watch Brooklyn go, slightly disappointed, and held the towel tighter, "did I do something wrong?" She asked aloud.

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She had opened her mouth to reply but her jaw snapped shut as she heard the French and brushed past him, "whatever, Will," she said, slamming the door shut behind her.

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Brooklyn C.

Funny enough, Brooke slammed her bedroom door at the same time.

## Confrontation

Brooklyn C.

Brooke came in, not even bothering the close the door quietly like any normal person. The one factor contributing to this was her mood. It was obvious she was ticked off, and anyone with common sense would stay five miles away.

Brooklyn C.

"What's gotten into your intelligence? Oh wait, I forgot, you have none," she growled back.

Brooklyn C.

"Sorry, sorry, just pissed at stuff."

Brooklyn C.

"No, not right now. Don't ask anything," she muttered. "Go ahead, talk. I'm right here.

Brooklyn C.

She raised an eyebrow, not expecting the question and also very confused. "I don't care what you do as long as you don't get yourself hurt or killed. Why would I follow you?"

Brooklyn C.

"Ever consider it being Aster?" she asked, climbing up on a stool. "I mean, yeah, I'm highly suspicious of him in a whole... I honestly don't think it's beyond him to follow you around. By the way, Alex wasn't there the other night... I'm assuming you woke her up?"

Brooklyn C.

"You went out to talk with her, didn't you?"

Brooklyn C.

"You tell me."

Brooklyn C.

"You know I'm going to find out on my own eventually, right?"

Brooklyn C.

A reserved expression adorned her face as she simply said, "Oh."

Brooklyn C.

"And then she might say yes."

Brooklyn C.

"You better put a ten feet distance between me and you because I'm so close to beating you with the closest object to me," she muttered.

Brooklyn C.

"Will."

Brooklyn C.

"When are you ever going to take your actions seriously?"

Brooklyn C.

"No, the effects of your actions on other people."

Brooklyn C.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're still an asshole."

Brooklyn C.

"I don't say it to motivate you. I say it to remind you it's a fact. I don't expect you to change. It's been four years, you're honestly more of a lost hope, which doesn't mean I have no hope, it just means I'm not investing much of it in you."

Brooklyn C.

"Then go to your fucking room and turn the heater on."

Brooklyn C.

She raised an eyebrow and turned away from him, shaking her head.