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Born From A Dream
Everyone makes mistakes. Even we goddesses. And he was my mistake. Such a big mistake.
For a long time, we were alone. We crossed paths occasionally, when he was heading home at the end of his day and my nights were just beginning. He had the clouds, and I had my stars, but they weren't like us. We were bigger, brighter; we were gods.
In the daytime he watched over the little earth and the creatures he called humans. At night I played tricks with their heads – I sent them visions and images to delight and to make them squirm.
We carried on like this for ages, barely speaking to each other.
Then one late evening, while we were together before my nightly business, he said, "Well, how about it then?"
"How about what?"
"I'm alone, you're alone… why don't we be alone together?"
"Whatever."
Alright, in the early days he was sweet. And yes, I guess I grew to like him a little myself too.
Then he proposed one evening.
Being a lady of the night as I was, I refused to get married in white. White was such a demure colour. He frowned. "So what do you want to get married in, then?"
"Black." I replied. "I want to get married in black."
"Black?" He laughed. "Who gets married in black?!"
"I do. With black roses, and a black dress and a black veil…"
"A black veil?!" He snorted. "Whoever heard of a black veiled bride?!"
"Well if you won't let me, then I guess I just won't go." I said insolently. I folded my arms and looked away from him.
He stopped laughed. "I'm sorry… You can chose whatever you want. You're about to marry a god, after all." He smiled. "Just as long as you say 'yes' when we get there; that's all that matters."
Was that really all that mattered? Just one little word?
So we got married – the day and the night joined together in perfect harmony…
Although I detested my in-laws. Down on Earth in the cities, he'd grow his own little following. I saw them once or twice, hurrying away into their houses at night. They always wore white – that despicable colour – and they feared me. What worried me still was all the junk they poured into my dear husband's head. All stuff and nonsense about how he was the most important thing in the sky, nay, the universe. That enraged me, but not as much as what they said about me.
It seems they had latched onto some ludicrous idea that we women were weaker than them! Fancy that! What a pack of lies! Sometimes, while I kept my watch at night, I'd hear them reading their rotten ideas out loud.
We were inferior.
We were to be suppressed.
We were to be controlled.
They didn't suspect that I could see them too. Many a time I saw a good girl fall under their spell. And if they were bad, if they dared speak up, then I saw them being hit to the floor.
I was so scandalised that at the next opportunity I could, I went to speak to my husband about it.
He shrugged. "So what of it?"
"What of it? It's bollocks, that's what." I replied.
He sighed, clenching his knuckles. "Well. I regret to inform you that I actually quite agree."
I drew back in horror. "What?!"
"You are weaker. And as my wife, you're mine now."
"Oh no I'm not! How dare you presume to…"
"And as such, what's yours is mine also. Isn't that what our vows said?"
I turned red. "Well, yes, but…"
"I don't want you going out at night anymore."
"No chance. It's my job."
"I'm taking control now."
"You can't. You're the Sun. If you took over, then it would just be one long, eternal daytime. A balance needs to be struck…"
"WE don't believe night is necessary anymore."
I was horrified. "I'm sorry, but you can't just throw your weight around like this! I refuse! No! I won't let you do this!"
"You don't have to 'let' me. I don't need to ask your permission for anything."
He reached across and grabbed me. I screamed and kicked and fought, but he wouldn't let me go. The next thing I saw was the knife in his glowing hands. I couldn't stop him. He slashed it across my cheeks, splitting the corner of my mouth. I shrank away, leaving a trail of my own blood behind me.
"That'll remind you to keep quiet." He threw down the knife. "You will obey me." He stormed out.
My wounds stung for a long time. I took a needle and thread and stitched them up myself. I gazed in the mirror, looking at the neat and bloody row of stitches now stretching to my ear. I picked up my wedding veil, and dropped it over my head. The black veil covered the hideous scar. Slowly, I put on my black wedding dress again. The net felt good around me – an emblem of the last time I managed to stick up for myself. I decided I would wear it always.
No matter what he did, at least that one part would stay true to me.
I weakened a little. I watched him walk all over me. Whereas love might have started to blossom before, it had been cut down by the cold axe of hatred. I hated him now; his every movement and his every word.
He shone brighter still, sending his rays further and longer. I decided he was compensating for something. I'd seen his real beam of sunshine and it wasn't half as impressive as what it was cracked up to be. I watched him shimmer with a silent internal smirk.
Pathetic little man.
He made me sit just below him through his meetings. I felt like an ornament of a shelf, and the meetings were so dull. Endless streams of these same white-clad men, boasting their triumphs. They congratulated him on his conquests, and I looked away.
One day though, something changed.
I were listening to some sort of high official discuss a new venture. A temple in his honour (as if he needed any more bricks to build his ego) had been built on a god forsaken mountain top. In the process they had removed the older inhabitants. A strange new race.
They called them The Outcasts.
As an example, the official had brought along a cloaked box. At that moment, he drew the cloak back to reveal a cage. Locked inside was a boy and a girl.
"There, your holiness. Look at them – Outcasts."
He leaned forward with the same curiosity he would viewing a new toy. I stood up.
"M'lady would like to see?" The official asked, passing my misogynistic husband an appealing glane. He waited for a nod, then took my hand. He lead me down to the cage. "I must warn you though – they are wild animals."
The two Outcasts stared back at me. At first I was struck by their appearance. Their skin was pale white, almost as pale as mine, and their eyes were deep like the night I yearned for. They gazed back at me, almost identical. Their hair was black and they wore that same colour. Black, like me.
What I next realised is that they were holding hands, but hers was clasped on top of his. They sat opposite each other, completely equal. He didn't tell her to move back, or keep her head lower than his.
I heard my husband say, "So what should be done with them?"
"Well, we have been debating whether to remove them altogether. However, they might be useful to us. They might not look like much, but they're fiercely hard-working. Surely that's one quality we could well use."
"Let them out."
"What, M'lady?"
I hadn't even noticed I'd spoken. I sensed my husband, the all-powerful sun, raise himself out of his seat. The movement sickened me. And something snapped below.
I felt for these 'Outcasts'. They were in every sense a reflection of myself. I was in that cage with them. They were praying to me, with their eyes. And I couldn't leave them.
My old strength rose in my arm like a torrent as I gripped the cage door. Screaming, I ripped it from the hinges. The two Outcasts ran out instantly, dodging through my legs and fleeing.
"I won't have you treat them like this!" I yelled, pointing accusingly back at the husband and his henchman. The two Outcasts paused in the doorway, their attention on me.
"Be quiet!" HE snapped.
"No! No I won't! I've been far too quiet, and I'm sick of it!" I declared. I felt my swallowed gall rising my throat, the poison spouting from my mouth. The goddess in me who had been shut away was breaking through. "YOU WILL NOT HAVE THEM. YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THEM. I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT; AND YOU WILL NO LONGER HAVE ME. THE NIGHT WILL RETURN. THE OUTCASTS WILL RETURN, AND I WITH THEM. AND YOU CAN'T STOP US!!!"
I sprinted from the room, running with my new citizens, my Outcasts, out of his palace and into the darkening hills behind it. He unleashed his army, but we crouched together and ran faster than they could catch. As we fled, the night sprang at our highs. The sky returned to its black, and the stars I hadn't seen in so long glared back down at the day-dwellers.
I paused on the ridge of a high, craggy mountain, and looked back. I would be his bride no more. I would be my own woman. The woman I was before he destroyed it all.
I would be the Black Veil Bride.
His family raged war on ours. It stung me to watch them stamping down on my beloved Outcasts. The Outcasts clung to the edges of their city, the edges of their sanity, just to stay alive. And they sent me prayers.
It wasn't long before he came crawling back. For all mankind's complaints about our nagging and lack of respect, they seem to miss us when we're gone. Maybe we fulfil a function – a vent of their frustrations when they have no other. Well, I wasn't going to fall into the same trap again.
"You are still my wife, you know…"
"In memory and nothing else."
"Come back. I implore you."
"Implore! Ha!" I cackled. "Listen to that soft language now! I thought you were incapable these days!"
"You are in the wrong, here. By law I could have you killed."
"Who's law? Yours, or mine?"
He sighed sternly. "You won't last five minutes on your own. You're fighting a losing battle. The Outcasts will die, and you will fade away."
"I hate you for what you've done." I lifted the veil to show him the scar. He backed away a little, mortified by the horrendous stitching. "And I won't be alone for ever. And when I have children they will grow up to hate you to. They will tear you down!" I got up and turned my back on him with a rustle of black net. I was walking away when he exclaimed;
"Children?! You're pregnant?!"
I cast him a black glance. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I replied, and left him bewildered.
He went back to his tyrannical hold over the daylight. I couldn't help my Outcasts much during those hours. But night time was our time. And it was then that they were born. My children. My companions. My angels.
I set about searching the sky for the brightest of the stars. In the end I found five than spoke to me, so I pulled them down and looked at them. I spent several nights watching them, observing them. Their twinkles gave me their characters.
One was chaotic, wild, and crazy. It made me laugh. It was unpredictable, and destructive. I used it to make my first angel. I called him C.C.
The next was loud. He shone very brightly indeed. He became Jake.
One of the stars I'd chosen was very mischievous. It burnt holes everywhere and then when I came to find it again it sparkled back proudly, almost daring me to do something worse. It was an endearing naughtiness. That one became Ashley.
The fourth and fifth I found in the sky close to one another. They looked so right like that that I couldn't bear to separate them, so I chose both. The older of the two snapped and shocked my fingers when I tried to reach for the other. He became Jinxx.
The fifth star was a very curious one. At first glance, it was smaller than the others. It wasn't as violent as some of the others had been. It was calm, almost collected, methodical; an enigma, even to me. Despite being the youngest of the stars I'd chosen, it had a quiet confidence at its core, as though it already knew what it was and what it would become; a special sort of shine I'd not seen in many other stars. That wonderful star became Andy.
I had my five angels. I enjoyed watching them together. Jinxx seemed to still have retained his protective spark. Ashley was a handful, to say the least; always winking at the other stars. C.C left everything he touched in ruins. Jake would walk after him, picking up the pieces and putting them to rest. Andy liked playing pretend, as may children do, but then when he wasn't playing, I often found him deep in thought. It was behaviour that puzzled me, particularly for a young child.
When they first found their wings was the best time of all. I'd never been so proud.
Then HE decided to reappear again.
I thought I had put my little angels to sleep. Dawn was approaching, and daylight is no place for our kind. I had only just left them, when I caught his glimmer on my radar.
"I want to see them."
"They're not yours, if that's what you're thinking."
"Of course they are. You're MY wife! Unless…"
I smirked at him, enjoying seeing him blush at the thought of my secret nightly activities. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Either way I'm not going to tell you."
"I should divorce you…"
"Ha! Go ahead. Answer my prayers. That way you'll never get to see them."
I was unaware that my little angels had been awake in the next room. From behind I heard a tiny pitter-patter at the celestial doorway and a black haired head popped out. He gazed up at the both of us with his icy blue eyes, no turned lilac in the dawning light. I froze in horror. Andy. I shuffled to hide him in the net of my black gown, but he slipped between my legs and out the front of my skirt. He glared up at his terrible step-father, but said nothing. I could hear the others approaching. Slowly they emerged, one by one; C.C, Jake, Ashley and Jinxx. The five of them stood in a cluster together, and stared at him. They were no higher than his knees, but they weren't scared.
"You've been busy." He replied sulkily.
"Thank you."
Andy pointed a finger suddenly. "FIRE!" he shrieked in his then childish little voice. Then with a force I had only ever seen in prowling animals, they sprang onto him. I was shocked, but I didn't try to claw them back. They bit onto his legs and arms. Ashley scolded him. He twisted and writhed in their gasp. I began to laugh.
He gave a roar and flared out at them, his rays getting brighter and hotter. The angels screamed and ran back to me, at least four of them did… He reached out and grabbed the one nearest to him. Andy. He picked him up by the arm and held him fast. Andy struggled and fought; his hand was burning him. I could see Andy's white skin turning red.
I grabbed the nearest thing, a glass bottle, smashed it and threw it. It caught him on his calf. He dropped Andy to stop the bleeding. Andy ran back to me, and I held him to my chest.
"I want you to get out of here." I barked. "Leave us." He glanced up, sweat on his forehead. "These aren't your children. They are your DEATH. Now GO!"
That was the last time I and my husband had spoken. And to this day, I don't miss him.
Everyone makes mistakes. Even we goddesses. And he was my mistake. Such a big mistake.
For a long time, we were alone. We crossed paths occasionally, when he was heading home at the end of his day and my nights were just beginning. He had the clouds, and I had my stars, but they weren't like us. We were bigger, brighter; we were gods.
In the daytime he watched over the little earth and the creatures he called humans. At night I played tricks with their heads – I sent them visions and images to delight and to make them squirm.
We carried on like this for ages, barely speaking to each other.
Then one late evening, while we were together before my nightly business, he said, "Well, how about it then?"
"How about what?"
"I'm alone, you're alone… why don't we be alone together?"
"Whatever."
Alright, in the early days he was sweet. And yes, I guess I grew to like him a little myself too.
Then he proposed one evening.
Being a lady of the night as I was, I refused to get married in white. White was such a demure colour. He frowned. "So what do you want to get married in, then?"
"Black." I replied. "I want to get married in black."
"Black?" He laughed. "Who gets married in black?!"
"I do. With black roses, and a black dress and a black veil…"
"A black veil?!" He snorted. "Whoever heard of a black veiled bride?!"
"Well if you won't let me, then I guess I just won't go." I said insolently. I folded my arms and looked away from him.
He stopped laughed. "I'm sorry… You can chose whatever you want. You're about to marry a god, after all." He smiled. "Just as long as you say 'yes' when we get there; that's all that matters."
Was that really all that mattered? Just one little word?
So we got married – the day and the night joined together in perfect harmony…
Although I detested my in-laws. Down on Earth in the cities, he'd grow his own little following. I saw them once or twice, hurrying away into their houses at night. They always wore white – that despicable colour – and they feared me. What worried me still was all the junk they poured into my dear husband's head. All stuff and nonsense about how he was the most important thing in the sky, nay, the universe. That enraged me, but not as much as what they said about me.
It seems they had latched onto some ludicrous idea that we women were weaker than them! Fancy that! What a pack of lies! Sometimes, while I kept my watch at night, I'd hear them reading their rotten ideas out loud.
We were inferior.
We were to be suppressed.
We were to be controlled.
They didn't suspect that I could see them too. Many a time I saw a good girl fall under their spell. And if they were bad, if they dared speak up, then I saw them being hit to the floor.
I was so scandalised that at the next opportunity I could, I went to speak to my husband about it.
He shrugged. "So what of it?"
"What of it? It's bollocks, that's what." I replied.
He sighed, clenching his knuckles. "Well. I regret to inform you that I actually quite agree."
I drew back in horror. "What?!"
"You are weaker. And as my wife, you're mine now."
"Oh no I'm not! How dare you presume to…"
"And as such, what's yours is mine also. Isn't that what our vows said?"
I turned red. "Well, yes, but…"
"I don't want you going out at night anymore."
"No chance. It's my job."
"I'm taking control now."
"You can't. You're the Sun. If you took over, then it would just be one long, eternal daytime. A balance needs to be struck…"
"WE don't believe night is necessary anymore."
I was horrified. "I'm sorry, but you can't just throw your weight around like this! I refuse! No! I won't let you do this!"
"You don't have to 'let' me. I don't need to ask your permission for anything."
He reached across and grabbed me. I screamed and kicked and fought, but he wouldn't let me go. The next thing I saw was the knife in his glowing hands. I couldn't stop him. He slashed it across my cheeks, splitting the corner of my mouth. I shrank away, leaving a trail of my own blood behind me.
"That'll remind you to keep quiet." He threw down the knife. "You will obey me." He stormed out.
My wounds stung for a long time. I took a needle and thread and stitched them up myself. I gazed in the mirror, looking at the neat and bloody row of stitches now stretching to my ear. I picked up my wedding veil, and dropped it over my head. The black veil covered the hideous scar. Slowly, I put on my black wedding dress again. The net felt good around me – an emblem of the last time I managed to stick up for myself. I decided I would wear it always.
No matter what he did, at least that one part would stay true to me.
I weakened a little. I watched him walk all over me. Whereas love might have started to blossom before, it had been cut down by the cold axe of hatred. I hated him now; his every movement and his every word.
He shone brighter still, sending his rays further and longer. I decided he was compensating for something. I'd seen his real beam of sunshine and it wasn't half as impressive as what it was cracked up to be. I watched him shimmer with a silent internal smirk.
Pathetic little man.
He made me sit just below him through his meetings. I felt like an ornament of a shelf, and the meetings were so dull. Endless streams of these same white-clad men, boasting their triumphs. They congratulated him on his conquests, and I looked away.
One day though, something changed.
I were listening to some sort of high official discuss a new venture. A temple in his honour (as if he needed any more bricks to build his ego) had been built on a god forsaken mountain top. In the process they had removed the older inhabitants. A strange new race.
They called them The Outcasts.
As an example, the official had brought along a cloaked box. At that moment, he drew the cloak back to reveal a cage. Locked inside was a boy and a girl.
"There, your holiness. Look at them – Outcasts."
He leaned forward with the same curiosity he would viewing a new toy. I stood up.
"M'lady would like to see?" The official asked, passing my misogynistic husband an appealing glane. He waited for a nod, then took my hand. He lead me down to the cage. "I must warn you though – they are wild animals."
The two Outcasts stared back at me. At first I was struck by their appearance. Their skin was pale white, almost as pale as mine, and their eyes were deep like the night I yearned for. They gazed back at me, almost identical. Their hair was black and they wore that same colour. Black, like me.
What I next realised is that they were holding hands, but hers was clasped on top of his. They sat opposite each other, completely equal. He didn't tell her to move back, or keep her head lower than his.
I heard my husband say, "So what should be done with them?"
"Well, we have been debating whether to remove them altogether. However, they might be useful to us. They might not look like much, but they're fiercely hard-working. Surely that's one quality we could well use."
"Let them out."
"What, M'lady?"
I hadn't even noticed I'd spoken. I sensed my husband, the all-powerful sun, raise himself out of his seat. The movement sickened me. And something snapped below.
I felt for these 'Outcasts'. They were in every sense a reflection of myself. I was in that cage with them. They were praying to me, with their eyes. And I couldn't leave them.
My old strength rose in my arm like a torrent as I gripped the cage door. Screaming, I ripped it from the hinges. The two Outcasts ran out instantly, dodging through my legs and fleeing.
"I won't have you treat them like this!" I yelled, pointing accusingly back at the husband and his henchman. The two Outcasts paused in the doorway, their attention on me.
"Be quiet!" HE snapped.
"No! No I won't! I've been far too quiet, and I'm sick of it!" I declared. I felt my swallowed gall rising my throat, the poison spouting from my mouth. The goddess in me who had been shut away was breaking through. "YOU WILL NOT HAVE THEM. YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THEM. I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT; AND YOU WILL NO LONGER HAVE ME. THE NIGHT WILL RETURN. THE OUTCASTS WILL RETURN, AND I WITH THEM. AND YOU CAN'T STOP US!!!"
I sprinted from the room, running with my new citizens, my Outcasts, out of his palace and into the darkening hills behind it. He unleashed his army, but we crouched together and ran faster than they could catch. As we fled, the night sprang at our highs. The sky returned to its black, and the stars I hadn't seen in so long glared back down at the day-dwellers.
I paused on the ridge of a high, craggy mountain, and looked back. I would be his bride no more. I would be my own woman. The woman I was before he destroyed it all.
I would be the Black Veil Bride.
His family raged war on ours. It stung me to watch them stamping down on my beloved Outcasts. The Outcasts clung to the edges of their city, the edges of their sanity, just to stay alive. And they sent me prayers.
It wasn't long before he came crawling back. For all mankind's complaints about our nagging and lack of respect, they seem to miss us when we're gone. Maybe we fulfil a function – a vent of their frustrations when they have no other. Well, I wasn't going to fall into the same trap again.
"You are still my wife, you know…"
"In memory and nothing else."
"Come back. I implore you."
"Implore! Ha!" I cackled. "Listen to that soft language now! I thought you were incapable these days!"
"You are in the wrong, here. By law I could have you killed."
"Who's law? Yours, or mine?"
He sighed sternly. "You won't last five minutes on your own. You're fighting a losing battle. The Outcasts will die, and you will fade away."
"I hate you for what you've done." I lifted the veil to show him the scar. He backed away a little, mortified by the horrendous stitching. "And I won't be alone for ever. And when I have children they will grow up to hate you to. They will tear you down!" I got up and turned my back on him with a rustle of black net. I was walking away when he exclaimed;
"Children?! You're pregnant?!"
I cast him a black glance. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I replied, and left him bewildered.
He went back to his tyrannical hold over the daylight. I couldn't help my Outcasts much during those hours. But night time was our time. And it was then that they were born. My children. My companions. My angels.
I set about searching the sky for the brightest of the stars. In the end I found five than spoke to me, so I pulled them down and looked at them. I spent several nights watching them, observing them. Their twinkles gave me their characters.
One was chaotic, wild, and crazy. It made me laugh. It was unpredictable, and destructive. I used it to make my first angel. I called him C.C.
The next was loud. He shone very brightly indeed. He became Jake.
One of the stars I'd chosen was very mischievous. It burnt holes everywhere and then when I came to find it again it sparkled back proudly, almost daring me to do something worse. It was an endearing naughtiness. That one became Ashley.
The fourth and fifth I found in the sky close to one another. They looked so right like that that I couldn't bear to separate them, so I chose both. The older of the two snapped and shocked my fingers when I tried to reach for the other. He became Jinxx.
The fifth star was a very curious one. At first glance, it was smaller than the others. It wasn't as violent as some of the others had been. It was calm, almost collected, methodical; an enigma, even to me. Despite being the youngest of the stars I'd chosen, it had a quiet confidence at its core, as though it already knew what it was and what it would become; a special sort of shine I'd not seen in many other stars. That wonderful star became Andy.
I had my five angels. I enjoyed watching them together. Jinxx seemed to still have retained his protective spark. Ashley was a handful, to say the least; always winking at the other stars. C.C left everything he touched in ruins. Jake would walk after him, picking up the pieces and putting them to rest. Andy liked playing pretend, as may children do, but then when he wasn't playing, I often found him deep in thought. It was behaviour that puzzled me, particularly for a young child.
When they first found their wings was the best time of all. I'd never been so proud.
Then HE decided to reappear again.
I thought I had put my little angels to sleep. Dawn was approaching, and daylight is no place for our kind. I had only just left them, when I caught his glimmer on my radar.
"I want to see them."
"They're not yours, if that's what you're thinking."
"Of course they are. You're MY wife! Unless…"
I smirked at him, enjoying seeing him blush at the thought of my secret nightly activities. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Either way I'm not going to tell you."
"I should divorce you…"
"Ha! Go ahead. Answer my prayers. That way you'll never get to see them."
I was unaware that my little angels had been awake in the next room. From behind I heard a tiny pitter-patter at the celestial doorway and a black haired head popped out. He gazed up at the both of us with his icy blue eyes, no turned lilac in the dawning light. I froze in horror. Andy. I shuffled to hide him in the net of my black gown, but he slipped between my legs and out the front of my skirt. He glared up at his terrible step-father, but said nothing. I could hear the others approaching. Slowly they emerged, one by one; C.C, Jake, Ashley and Jinxx. The five of them stood in a cluster together, and stared at him. They were no higher than his knees, but they weren't scared.
"You've been busy." He replied sulkily.
"Thank you."
Andy pointed a finger suddenly. "FIRE!" he shrieked in his then childish little voice. Then with a force I had only ever seen in prowling animals, they sprang onto him. I was shocked, but I didn't try to claw them back. They bit onto his legs and arms. Ashley scolded him. He twisted and writhed in their gasp. I began to laugh.
He gave a roar and flared out at them, his rays getting brighter and hotter. The angels screamed and ran back to me, at least four of them did… He reached out and grabbed the one nearest to him. Andy. He picked him up by the arm and held him fast. Andy struggled and fought; his hand was burning him. I could see Andy's white skin turning red.
I grabbed the nearest thing, a glass bottle, smashed it and threw it. It caught him on his calf. He dropped Andy to stop the bleeding. Andy ran back to me, and I held him to my chest.
"I want you to get out of here." I barked. "Leave us." He glanced up, sweat on his forehead. "These aren't your children. They are your DEATH. Now GO!"
That was the last time I and my husband had spoken. And to this day, I don't miss him.
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Oooooo see what i did there! 
Leave it on a cliffhanger and then... make you wait just a little longer 
Yeah. You'll have to hang on just a little longer to find out what was happened to Andy!
I actually wanted to write this bit of back story for the Bride before. Originally she was going to tell Carolyn while they were in Jinxx's illusion-world. But it didn't quite seem right there, so I took it out. And now seemed better. So there it is.
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Leave it on a cliffhanger and then... make you wait just a little longer Yeah. You'll have to hang on just a little longer to find out what was happened to Andy! I actually wanted to write this bit of back story for the Bride before. Originally she was going to tell Carolyn while they were in Jinxx's illusion-world. But it didn't quite seem right there, so I took it out. And now seemed better. So there it is.
Next: [link]
previous: [link]
first: [link]
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Oh. My. Gosh. AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But you are evil for making us wait even longer!