Vestige | The Society

Thirty | Checkmate

"Gordie, Alex, you can go," Campbell said. Both looking at him confused.

"What?" Gordie asked. 

"Well we're not going to punish our political opponents, only people who have committed specific crimes," He had an entire story planned. It was going him way. He had all control variables in place. Alex and Gordie being the only two extraneous variables left in place. Something that could ruin the outcome of his plan.

"You're full of shit,"

"You should go before you piss me off,"

"Fuck you," Alex stayed in the exact same spot. her eyes flicking between every one of the boys. They still wouldn't look her into her eyes. Their heads flicking away the moment she looked at them. Cowards. "I'm not--"

"Gordie. Gordie, Alex, you should go," Allie said to them. Alex stayed in the same place, another round of looking at them all. Campbell however, help her gaze. Gordie left, but she stayed and slid towards, Campbell, her head tilted. He looked a little weary, but kept the smirk on his face. She could almost laugh at his acting skills. 

"Do you feel anything?" She asked him.

"Not one bit," The sound of her fist hitting his face echoed throughout the house. Everyone's eyes widening, some letting out gasps. None of them expecting her to punch him. His head was turned away from her. When he turned his head back, his nose was dripping blood. it reminded her of the boy. The reason Grizz called her cat. She put a sickly sweet smile on her face, further catching everyone off guard.

"Feel that?" She said, turning to walk out of the house. When she was far enough away, she pulled out a key. The key to the wine cabinet Luke found so precious. If Campbell was going to make a move. Then it was her turn.

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She walked in, closing the glass door behind her. She looked at the bottles of wine. her mind drifting back to when Luke told Clark not to touch them. At least Clark would have used it in a useful way. She walked up to one, passing it between her hands. "Fuck you all," She muttered, lifting the bottle above her head, throwing it at the opposite wall. She looked away, shielding her face. The glass broke. Shards scattering everywhere, as well as the liquid. A red stain ow on the wall. She grabbed the next throwing it at the floor. Then the wall, then the floor then, the other wall. 

Glass and wine created a sea beneath her. A remnant of the chaos and destruction she had caused. "Back stabbers!" She shouted, picking up a bottle and hurling it at the glass. Both the glass and the bottle shattered. She let out an airy laugh. Adrenaline pumping through her. Soon enough, all the bottles but one was smashed. She decided to take it with her. A souvenir. She stepped through the glass shards. Laughing as they crunched beneath her feet. There was no long a door for her to open so, she dropped the key where it once used to be. "Petty, but a good beginning," She said, turning around and strutting out of the place. She was going to find the boys.

As she thought, they were in Harry's dad's office. She walked in, a smile on her face. She reeked of the wine as it embedded itself into her clothes and shoes. "Hey boys," She cooed walking in. Everyone turned to her. Their noses scrunching up. "I thought I should give you your key back, Luke," She pulled her pocket insides out. "oops, guess I must of left it there," She said, pulling out the last bottle. Taking a swig of the alcohol. She watched as Luke shot up.

"Did you drink it all?"

"I drank this one. The other's however... As Clark said, I'm good at sports," He ran out the room. Most likely towards the house. Everyone looked at her shocked. "How's your nose Campbell?"

"Why did you do that Ale--"

"That's Alexandrea to ALL of you. And the reason I did that was to make my first move. You take away something I care about, or threaten it. Which is anything inside of this town - bar you all - then I'll take something you care about. Whether you like it or not. You are a bunch of pawns and a King playing against a Queen, and two knights when they get back. So, to put it simply, because I understand this may be hard for your brains since they're the size of a dust particle. Your fucked," She walked out taking another swig of the wine. 

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"What are we going to do?" Gordie asked her.

"I don't know, Gordie," She replied looking at the empty bottle beside her. Her mind foggy from the alcohol. She leant back in the chair, trying to think. Hoping that Sylver and Grizz would get back soon. "We wait, see what their move is, I guess. If we see their move then we can work around that,"

"Is that the smartest thing to do?"

"I don't know!" She shouted at him. Tears lined her eyes as she burrowed her head in her hands. She didn't know. None of them had imagined this happening and so none of them knew what to do. She was stressed. The people she trusted had turned against them. "I'm sorry for shouting. I'm just so scared. I just want to go home. I want my Dad," she cried. Gordie stood up walking around to her. He pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest.

"It's okay," He said, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"I want my Dad, I want Merina back. I want Sylver. They wont win, Gordie. I wont allow them. Not if it means that I will never go home."

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That is the end of this book. I want to thank you all for bearing with me and reading this book. It means the world to me that so many of you have reached this point. The next season is supposed to come out in 2020 so I will be writing a sequel when it comes out. For now, be on the lookout for The Umbrella Academy | Bad Child. This is the sequel to by book Glory and Gore, and is based on S2 of TUA. I am also currently writing a Riverdale fanfiction which has crossovers with Percy Jackson And The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.

Lots of Love

Paige xx