Tick tock goes the clock,
Until this Manor is
No more
Will the mouse
Find a way out?
Free of guilt;
Oh, safe and sound?
Time is running out, detective.
Angel Mallory has always been unlucky. Seemingly retired from their old job working for the Guil...
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy! I've wanted to write this part for quite a bit. Smaller Warning: A bit stronger language than usual
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"There you are..." Benjamin was breathless, his chest rising and widening with the effort to breathe. His hands had a tight grip on a candlestick, the metal a silent threat. In severe cases, a knock could kill.
"Oh what?" I scoffed, sliding into a more confident façade, hiding how my heart was about to pop like a balloon. "You're here for round two?" I couldn't stop the stutter in my tone, even though I hated it.
"As many as it'll take to be sure I have your silence." The Viscount raised his sleeve. I could see the sweat trail down his forearm.
Had he really run all the way here? Just to stop me from bringing up his dirty laundry? I took more short steps backwards as he approached. I could defend myself, though I would prefer if it didn't come to it. I wasn't afraid.
Hah, why would I be afraid? I wasn't. Did you see me when I almost took down that assassin?
Nothing to fear, I assured myself, though my heartbeat, beating wildly in my chest said otherwise.
"You're a coward, Silverguard. You know that?"
"I'm the coward? I'm not running from anyone."
"You're running from your past. Trying to evade justice. It'll catch up with you, Ben. Who knows, maybe that moment is now." he blinked, distraught but still holding onto the bronze candlestick.
"Justice doesn't exist..." he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes dark like ashes.
"Oh it does."
It wasn't me who spoke this time. Ava was furious, moving in front of me, something I had never anticipated for. I blinked once. Twice.
"If the Council isn't going to do anything about you, then I will." My eyes flickered around the two.
What did she mean by that?
"You've always liked to pick on the weak, haven't you, your Honour?" She stood her ground. "You're just so pathetic for it. Thinking of it, you have no honour." I tried to find the right moment to to interrupt her rampage, an arguement only based on words. I prepared myself, in case it escalated into... Something else.
I had a bad feeling this wouldn't end well.
"You don't deserve your titles, you don't deserve anything."
"I figured that one out a long time ago." He chuckled bitterly, gritting his teeth. "Anything new?" He turned the candlestick in his palms the sweat making it slippery.
"Have you, figured it out, though? Then, riddle me this. What, gives you the right, to come here, interrupt our work and threaten us." her words were poisonous like hemlock.
