Thursday, May 13, 2004

Intro...
Hush little baby don't say a word daddys gunna buy you a mocking bird, if that mocking bird don't sing daddys gunna buy you a diamond ring...

"Why can I not remember the rest of that song!" Garnett quietly mumbles to herself while pacing around the main floor's kitchen of her mansion with a flute of wine in her hand.

"I loved that song, now why can I not remember it? My mother always sang it to me, long nights back when I was still innocent." She takes a sip of her wine and looks out the large full wall windows out the front of her house. Cars go whizzing by, planes soar overhead and humans run about outside the age old residence of Hells Song's most powerful weapon, Lady Garnett Lenoia.

"M'Lady?" A deep and quiet voice ushers over to her from a large but not overbearing figure assending down the sprial staircase.

"Mathias? Yes I am here, what would you like?" Garnett grumble, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yes Garnett, I heard you singing, is something the matter? You never sing anymore... Is my bride unrestfull?" He moved to stand behind her with his arms wrapped tight around her slim waist as his head rested on her tensed shoulder.

"I do not like... Its nothing Mathias! Please leave me alone now I do not wish to be bothered." She side stepped out of his grasp and continued to stare at the cattle so busy to go nowhere.

"And since where do you treat me like that my pet!?" He bellowed all to shocked by her retort to his simple question.

"I shall do what I please. Now leave before I really do get crossed with you... Now!" She turned to face him her crimson eyes aglow with rage and wonton hate.

"You!... I shall let your incolence slip this time my dear, but if you ever speak back to me like that I shall be the one crossed and I'll wedge you back into a cage for a while to teach you whos boss!" He spat these words with such venom at her she cringed but kept her stance. Once he was out of the room she recoiled and snarrled.

"A pet? He treats me no better then a human! I took him in, but it is he who forgets who is boss. He made me into this what I am now... A war machine. Hells Song's personal little war machine." She wrythed from his words and continued to glare out the windows.

(( First posty ish of story... blah I know its bad it was done early in morning!))
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