3.1 | Complete Me ✔

Calm Your Titties

"You want us to perform in a play?" Desiree asked from the edge of the table at Death by Decadence. 

Saber nodded her head slowly, keeping her gaze on her twiddling thumbs.

"This is a very special, super important production Saber has spent the past few weeks putting together - since her return from Atlantis, in fact," Scarlett explained. "She needs our support."

"I don't get to be in this one, right?" Lockheart moped.

"Of course you do," Saber smiled. "You'll be the role opposing mine."

Lockheart's face lit up like a Christmas light.

"From supermodel to theatre actress. My, how the mighty have fallen," Divya groaned dramatically.

"Say, that's really good. Use that on stage!" Zamora jabbed, earning a glare from her.

"I'm delighted you guys agreed," Saber said. "Because I've already sent out the script to your emails."

"And I already made the costumes," Scarlett smacked her lips.

"When's the opening?" Desiree asked.

Saber blushed and shyly lowered her head. "Well, since this is going to be the very first production of mine that I star in, I want the opening night to be on my birthday."

"Yikes! That's only two weeks away!"Zamora cried, bursting out of her seat. "I have no time to rehearse!"

"Well, we can rehearse together in the actual theatre," Saber informed. "First rehearsal, tomorrow at 12?"

"There," everyone chirped.

***

The theatre was packed opening night, as expected. Saber didn't know it yet, but Scarlett had arranged for her play to be broadcast live to pay-per-view. It was sure to get mixed reviews. Not only was this the first play the playwright herself was performing in, but it would be her first production without sex or nudity. 

Everyone stood backstage admiring the product of all the hard work. The hair and makeup artist did truly miraculous things with Lockheart, including the other players. There would be no question at all who the play was intended for.

"Are you ready for this?" Scarlett asked, grasping Saber's shoulder. "You look incredible."

"So do you, babe," she replied, touching her hand and taking a deep breath. "Yes, I'm ready."

As soon as she uttered those words, the curtains slowly started to rise and the lights came on. The audience hushed, and the first eye contact she made was with Kaldur himself.

He gave her a small smile, which she returned graciously, then the show began.

The scene opened with her, Scarlett, Divya, Desiree and Zamora. Clad in their regal, Grecian-style robes, sandals and crowns, they reclined leisurely in a setting that resembled a lavish palace.

There were men and women all around them, fanning and pampering them and servicing their every need. Suddenly, a strange man wandered onto the stage. It was Lockheart, but his skin was bronzed so deeply, hair lightly dyed and tightly coiled that you couldn't recognize him.

In fact, it was as if Kaldur himself was onstage. There were a few snickers from the front row. 

All the minor players fled, and the women stood to attention. He was evidently trespassing, but before they could banish him, he brandished a bouquet of gorgeous flowers.

The women exchanged confused looks before Divya brazenly pushed forward to receive the flowers. When Lockheart rejected her, she was stunned. 

Desiree followed, and he rejected her in kind, and then Zamora, who he also cast aside. Everyone turned their gazes to Scarlett, but instead of coming forth, she planted herself firmly in front of Saber, gathering that she was his intended recipient. 

Lockheart fell to his knees, pleading with them. Saber grasped Scarlett's arm, cautious but curious. With much convincing, Saber accepted the flowers and the man left in peace.

In the next scene, Saber was alone in another lush location. Lockheart was there, spying on her from the bushes until Saber casually tossed a sizable rock over her shoulder, hitting him square in the forehead. His grunt of pain surprised her, and he made his presence known before she could attack him.

He was there to court her, to her reluctance, but after thoroughly convincing her he meant no harm, she eventually accepted. Just as she did, Scarlett appeared, to their guilt. They were of different social classes, and didn't belong together. But in a touching turn of events, Scarlett promised to keep them a secret, so long as the man swore to never hurt Saber. He gave his agreement, and the curtains closed again.

The next scene saw Saber and Lockheart in a commoner's town. Saber was free of her fancy clothing and dressed like a regular citizen. They appeared genuinely happy. However, from the shadows, two hateful women lurked.

The lights changed as the days passed, Saber and Lockheart growing deeper in love, when the women suddenly attacked her. They severely bludgeoned her, tore her clothing and ripped out her hair. Saber screamed and cried for help. Lockheart stood there in utter shock, weakly pleading for the women to stop.

When they didn't relent, he eventually turned his back. They beat Saber unconscious before seizing Lockheart and cheerily rushing off. 

The next scene was in the same city, but what was once bustling was now a ghost town. There were fliers posted everywhere like wallpaper, depicting the brutality that had taken place there. The two women walked the streets, chatting and laughing, reveling in their ill-gained triumph. 

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a red backlight came on, turning the sky to blood with black clouds. A hooded figure entered the stage from the opposite direction, and the girls froze in their tracks, clinging to each other in fear. The figure reached out, and in their hand was Saber's crown. Wrapped around it's branches, the bloodied necklace she'd been wearing the day she was beaten.

The women looked at each other before bursting into laughter, assuming it was Saber herself under the hood, too ashamed to reveal how they'd battered her.

But when the figure removed their hood, it was Scarlett, her eyes bloodshot red and face streaked with black tears. 

The laughter was quickly replaced with life pleas, but she wouldn't hear them. She slowly, menacingly raised her hand, and the women were simultaneously engulfed in flames.

As the actresses bloodcurdling screams filled the theatre, some of the audience members screamed and sobbed with them. Once the flames died, the women were nothing but ashes. Scarlett slowly walked off stage, looking physically pained as she stepped squarely into their remains.

For a few grueling moments, the stage remained empty until the sky slowly returned to its natural color. The people of the city gradually returned, discovering the carnage. Some shook their heads solemnly, while others screamed, cried or fainted. When Lockheart arrived, he knew what had happened, and appeared the most devastated of all.

The next scene opened with a singular spotlight on Saber, sitting on a pile of blood-soaked pillows. Her top lied open as she sewed closed a hole in her chest. The theatre was filled with the sound of a slow heartbeat, the sound coming to a stop as the lights died.

In the final scene, the audience was transported back to the palace. The grounds were riddled with spikes and spears to keep out trespassers. Displayed on a pedestal in the center was a stone heart.

Divya, Desiree, Scarlett and Zamora lounged in the square, holding formidable weapons. Outside the barricade, Lockheart returned to the palace on horseback, the saddles filled with bouquets of flowers. He cried out to the women, begging them for entry to see his beloved.

They mocked and scoffed at him, but none as vehemently as Scarlett. Every argument and excuse he made was shot down. Finally, she informed him that it was much too late to right his wrongs, for Saber's remains were contained in the stone.

When he beheld the heart on the pedestal, adorned with Saber's crown, he howled in agony. In a fit of rage, he tried to tear the barriers down, but the moment he reached for the heart, Scarlett smote him.

He screamed in pain as he burned to ash, and the the women laughed with wicked delight. Off to the left of the stage, a spotlight shone down on Saber, who watched the whole ordeal with a hard, expressionless face.

The lights died. The curtains closed. The audience exploded into applause.