My Uncompleted Stories

The Confrontation

"Get out of my house now," Edge hissed, stepping forward angrily.

Wallace's eyes glinted, their sparks of fury kindling ever brighter. "I did nothing wrong."

Edge threw her hands in the air, and opened her mouth in a wide, mirthless laugh. "What do you mean, you did nothing wrong? You attempted to rob me of my prized bow, and then you threatened me with it."

"You're delusional! I was trying to replace the string, and then when you came in in that array," Wallace gestured towards Edge's costume, "I was caught off guard and turned the bow towards you. I was not attempting to steal it from you. Quite the opposite."

"You coward," Edge said through her teeth, "Admit what you were doing."

Wallace crossed his arms. "I did."

Edge snatched the bow from his hands and leveled it at him, balancing the arrow in line with his eyes. "Get out. Now."

The spark of fury in Wallace's eyes flamed with furious life. "If that is what you wish, I shall. I am done with you, and your idiocy."

He stepped through the door, grabbing his sword from its place on the mantle on the way out, and fastening it at his side. "Take care, Edge. Someday your anger will get the best of you, and you will regret it."

Edge stood firm and tall. "I shall regret nothing."

Wallace gave her a desolate smile. "Oh, but you shall." She slammed the door in his face.