CHAPTER FORTY THREE scream queens, scene forty three "thanksgiving/a lover's revenge"
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"WHAT DO you mean Gigi killed Boone?" Abby shouted as she stood across from Hester in the hotel suite. "He confronted her, and he was going to kill her, but she got to him first."
Abby felt her heart break, she fell back onto the couch, tears filling her eyes, "Boone's really dead?" Hester nodded, sitting next to her, "I'm sorry, Abby." Abby cried, feeling her heart break.
"I can't believe it. He's gone. He's really gone." She cried, "We were fighting when I last saw him, and now...I can never see him again and say how sorry I am for bailing out." She sobbed, clutching her chest in pain.
Hester sighed, softly brushing her hair behind her ear, "I know. I truly am sorry. He was a good brother to me, and I know he really loved you." Abby looked up at Hester with tear covered cheeks.
"Why'd she do it? Why did she kill him?!" She shouted angrily, her eyes turning dark. Hester sighed, shrugging, "She said he was a weak link, and that he butchered our plan by getting you involved. So, she thought she'd just get rid of him."
Abby felt her body tremble with anger, her breathing started to increase as she gripped the couch, "How could she do this to me?!" She shouted, tears furiously streaming down her face.
Hester looked at her, tilting her head as she slightly smirked, "I know something we could do, you know, payback." Abby turned to her with furrowed eyebrows, "And what's that?"
"Kill her." Hester straight up suggested. Abby thought for a moment, she know she promised her self to never kill again, or become the Red Devil, again. But, Gigi killed Boone, and she needed to get revenge.
She looked at Hester and nodded, her eyes dark and her mouth in a scowl, "I'm in." Hester smirked, standing up enthusiastically, "Great. This is going to be perfect."
Abby stood up, looking at Hester, "What do you propose we do?" Hester smirked, "Well, you see, I can't be here. I'm going to the Hamptons to pay a little surprise to Chanel and Chad, considering they think I'm dead and pregnant."
"I still don't get how you managed to get away with being pregnant and then survived a staircase fall." Abby spoke, scoffing. Hester smiled, "I've been practicing for these kind of moments my whole life. And that's why you're going to kill Gigi."
Abby stared at Hester for a moment, before nodding, "I'll do it. And I have the perfect plan on how to do it, to." Hester smirked at her. Abby slightly smirked, any promise she had made to stop killing faded away, she was back.
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IN THE HOTEL suite later that day, Abby, disguised as the Red Devil, sat with Gigi as they cut paper into cutouts of thanksgiving items. But, Gigi believes the Red Devil is Hester, and not Abby.
"No offence, but this is not how I wanted to spend the holidays. I should be watching the Macy's Parade and making decorative hand turkeys with my boyfriend, Wes, instead of spending thanksgiving all single and watching the dumb parade with you."
Gigi turned to look at her in the Red Devil disguise, "Still, I do appreciate you keeping me company. No one wants to spend a room service thanksgiving alone. Are you going to talk at all?"
Abby shook her head, staying silent as she kept her anger hidden inside, focusing on cutting the paper. Gigi sighed, and turned away, "Look, I get it. You're bummed we had to murder your brother."
Abby lifted her head up and turned to look at Gigi angrily. Gigi scoffed as she spoke, "But honestly, you shouldn't be mad at me. Boone was out of control. I mean, between the three of us? We're the same ones." She laughed delighted.
Abby breathed quietly, keeping her anger at bay as she listened to Gigi speak horribly, turning back to the paper. "He just screwed up that entire operation. God..." A knock sounded on the door.
Gigi stood up and smiled, "Oh. Room service thanksgiving. Yes!" She walked towards the door before opening it, smiling at the man. "Roasted quail and a side of stuffing, and a cranberry juice." The guy hesitantly spoke, glancing at Abby every few seconds.
"Oh, I had asked for an electric serrated carving knife. Just wouldn't be thanksgiving without the whir of a small motor cutting through flesh." Gigi spoke enthusiastically, the man nodded, "Yeah!" He knelt down and grabbed the knife from the bottom of the cart.
He stood back up and placed it carefully on the tray, "Here you go." Gigi smiled happily, "Mm. Yeah." She turned back around and walked back towards the table. The man glanced at Abby one more then, before closing the doors.
Gigi sighed happily as she placed the tray in-front of Abby, "Now, I know you've got other plans today and for alibi's sake we need to protect your cover but I am not letting you leave on an empty stomach."
Gigi smiled at her, "I hope you're hungry, because I ordered the closest thing the menu had to a traditional thanksgiving dinner." She lifted the lid off the plate, and the two of them stared down at it in confusion.
"Is that what quail is? I thought they were bigger." They looked back at each other as Gigi laughed, coming to a realisation, "Oh! Nope. You know what I was picturing? Pheasant. Yeah. All right, little birdie. Time to slice off those breasts."
Gigi picked up the knife and switched it on, before realising something and switching it off. She looked up at Abby with a small smile, "Real quick. I just wanted to thank you for spending this hour with me." Abby looked up at her.
"I feel like this holiday is all about family and, well, as you know, I gave up on my real family a long time ago. I mean, at this point, the closest thing I have to family is...you." Abby stared at her, feeling sympathy for her.
Gigi smiled at her, "So, how about you do the honours?" She handed Abby the knife, who took it carefully, looking from it to Gigi. Gigi smiled at her, Abby looked up at her as she switched the knife on. She was ready to do what she needed to do.
