CARMEN, riverdale.

' peremptory '

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   "SO, WHAT'S your big plan? Keeping me here just to rot? Collect cobwebs?" Walsh complained, his eyes narrowed.

Carmen paused from rearranging a rifle back together, "Keep your damn mouth shut, princess, won't have to punish you. And you won't like it."

"Sure I won't," Walsh rolled his eyes, mockingly. "What are you gonna do, threaten to tickle me, cut my hair, put a crown on my head? You don't scare me, dowsabel."

"I won't just cut your hair, Walsh," Carmen smiled sweetly, grabbing a large pair of scissors, the one she used to kill and twirled the circular handle around her finger. "I'll cut off your damn head off your shoulders, your fingers, your limbs, ship it off to the FBI and CIA so they'll see just about every damn crime you've done. But of course, bet that doesn't scare you, hm?"

The man nervously shifted in his seat, watching as the girl approaches him slowly. His knuckles pale, as she grabs one of his fingers, tracing it with the blade teasingly. "Here's how it'll go, give me what I want, we'll see how everything goes, clear?"

"Great. If you could stop looking at my friend like that, I'd appreciate it," Carmen nodded, grabbing a chair and straddled it. "Why're you looking at her like that, hm? She won't help you, you're on your own. You should answer the first question, heard it saves your ass most of the time. Hopefully, it saves yours. Those papers, the certificates, what the hell did they mean?"

Wynona shared a nervous look with Toni, as the three other Serpents waited outside of the doorway.

Walsh broke in a laugh, "Your father didn't tell you? Maybe you didn't know him as best as you thought."

He let out a loud scream when Carmen stabs the space between his fingers, fear prominent in his eyes. "Tell me, goddamit!" She pulled the blades free, grabbing a handful of his hair and pressing it into his carotid artery as her eyes dared him to disobey her peremptory order.

"Okay, okay!" Frightened beyond belief, he almost sobs as she loosens the blade against his throat so he could speak and breathe. "It's your brother."

"What about him?" Carmen hissed sharply.

"Y—Your brother, he's alive," Walsh sputtered, making her tilt his head back farther.

"He's dead, I watched him die fucking years ago," She snarled. "Stop fucking lying and stop believing your goddamn lies for once."

"He is! He's alive! Please," Walsh yelled, begging now for his life. "I'm not lying, he's alive! It's not my fault your father turned on hs word and kept it from you!"

Carmen swallowed, nodding. "Say he's alive. Where do I find him? Don't you dare try and lie to me again,"

Walsh stops speaking, staring at her cowardly. Like a child, his lips quivered, tears filling his eyes and starts to sob for his life. Carmen scoffed, turning away for a second. Then she whipped back around to face him, her hand moving like lightning as she backhands him, his cry filling the room.

"Where's the balls you had when you threatened me in front of my father? When you knocked me out and shot me in the damn hallway? Stop fucking crying, or should I cut off your balls now, too?" Carmen snarled, slapping him once more.

"Carmen," Wynona cried, grabbing the taller brunette's forearm.

"The hell are you doing, Wyn? Get out of my way, I'm not done with him," Carmen sneered, attempting to gently steer Wynona out of the line of fire.