Cinder •Randall Carpio•

Chapter Seven

"Okay, so I say we kill him."

"Lil-"

"You always say that."

The knights of Saint Christopher sat together in their living, debating whether or not they should kill Jack Morton.

"And I'm always right." She snapped back, as if it was obvious.

Daisy sighed, "it could be a waste of a perfectly good champion." She bickered, tightening the bow on her head.

"Daisy's right." Hamish added, leaning against the arm chair he sat upon.

"He's no champion!" The Bathory girl reasoned, "he is a member of the order! He is our enemy!"

Randall slouched, "the guilt he's feeling is punishment enough, the guys a breakup song on repeat."

"Aw he feels bad?" She mocked. "Why didn't you say so?"

"Come up with a punishment that doesn't involve slicing open an artery and we'll talk."

"Guys!" Hamish interjected. "We all know there's only one way to solve this."

Daisy shook her head, "my god."

PLOP!

Beer Pong.

The knights excuse for finding the right answer.

"Woo!"

Daisy was so fucking sick of the god damn beer pong.

She knee jumped and down in its spot, she began to pinch her own wrist as she watched Lilith and Hamish go back and forth with the game.

"God Damnit," She bounced you from her spot next to Randall, making everyone turn to look at her. "I'm so fucking sick of beer pong." She complained,

"Oh my names Hamish Duke!" She mocked with her hands on her hips, shock arising the threes faces. "what's the movie we're watching tonight? Oh I don't know Let's play a fucking game of beer pong to decide."

"Daisy What the fuck?" Lilith exclaimed at her sudden outburst.

"My name is Lilith Bathory," she put on a different voice. "I can't stop my drive to kill people, it's like a teenage hormonal boy who can't keep his dick in his pants!"

"daisy calm down!"

"I fucking hate this Shit, deciding whether a kid fucking lives or dies based on the odds of a fucking beer game, that's just gonna end up with all three of you drunk on the couch and I'm the designated sober friend-"

"Nobody asked you to be!"

"Let me goddamn finish, Lilith!" She barked back, "God it's like watching high schoolers at their first frat," her face was full on red now, and cinder was begging to come out. The wolf did not approve the way they were handling it either.

"¡Ya no puedo creerles a ustedes Tres! Los amo a todos hasta mi núcleo y ver esta mierda putrefacta se pudre, ¡se pudre!" She went off. She only got like this a handful of times and if it can get her point across then so be it. "¿Me voy de la barandilla? ¡Tal vez!"

Her face was beet red with anger, her hands clenched into white fists, her nails most likely causing blood.

She took a swift turn to Hamish, "You!" She pointed, "get your shit together!" She then turned to Lilith, "you! You, stop killing everyone!" And then finally she turned to Randall, "and you!" She pointed, and just let out a groan before hurriedly stomping up the stairs in her anger.

"Daisy get back down he-" Hamish started,

"Let her cool down, man." Randall cut him off, flinching as the door slammed.

"What the fuck was that?" Lilith barked, pointing up to where her friend currently resided.

Hamish shrugged before turning to Randall, who gave a dumbfounded look. They stared at him intently, silently threatening him to go up there.

"Me?" He asked, "why!"

"You're the only one she'll talk to and you know it."

He let out a sigh, worried for her. He nodded softly before walking up the stairs and knocking on her bedroom door.