Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20181105070927/@comment-36855838-20181107021639

My new brother-sister's obsessed with the order?!

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Part 01. Candlelit murder scene.

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The ride to the restaraunt was eerily quiet, and Margaret took the time to study Alex intently, as she had already begun to study her.

Countless charms and holy symbols adorn her youthful frame, some dangling on chains from her horns, others hang as earrings from her now elfish ears.

Her tail has been clumsily cut off, the wretched, scabbed stump twitching involuntarily. Her wings were surprisingly unblemished, tucked tightly against her frame and oiled and massaged to silken, leathery perfection.

Alex wore a rather loose black tunic with the rear cut out below her shoulders a long black skirt reached down to her ankles, and as she sat with her leg draped over the other, it was easy to see the black leggings, or perhaps tights, that she wore underneath.

The only adornment she wore which was not overtly to quell her emergent lust was a simple gold locket, which hung open, revealing a blinking golden eye. Judging by the religious scripture carved into the locket chain, the locket was an "eye of the goddess."

Margaret had to fight the urge to leap across the carriage and snap the Eye shut.

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The rest of the ride was smooth, with Alex staring vacantly out the window at the passing trees and buildings.

Upon arrival, the odd quartet disembarked, while Joshua left to hitch his horses to a post in a nearby station.

Aloysius held the door open, and the three ladies made their way inside.

The interior was rather dingy, and apart from the small window in the doorway, illuminated only with everlasting candles. An entire table in the center of the room was dedicated to the things, a massive cake of wax sat beneath them, carved into shelves to provide more height and better spread the light around the dingy cabin.

The result was a heavy mood-lighting, and though others had been invited, all had refused.

The four sat down at a circular booth, the seats were comfortable, plush even. And soon their waitress arrived.

"Hello dears, my name is Amelia, I'll be your server today. Would you like to start off with salad or breadsticks?"

Alex piped up.

"I'd like breadsticks, please, the bottomless ones."

The woman scribbled something down.

"And would anyone like salad instead?"

Nobody spoke.

"Alrighty, would anybody like some thing to drink?"

Joshua sat down at the table.

"I'll have red wine, my wife will have white, my son will have water, my daughter will have The Milkshake, and my daughter in law will have lemonade."

The waitress finished writing, and sauntered off.

Alex held the locket in her hand, fiddling with it. Clasping it and unclasping it.

Click, clack,, , click, clack.

Margaret sat in the center of the group, sandwiched betwixt Angelica and Aloysius, who sat next to Joshua and Alex respectively.

Alex eyed another waitress, and raised her hand, calling her over.

"Miss! Could you come here!?"

The waitress had just finished writing something down, and bounded over from the opposite end of the restaraunt in two quick hops.

"How may I be of service?"

The Were-Rabbit bowed low, her ears just grazing Alex's thigh.

Barely above a whisper she spoke.

"You can burn in HELL!"

Faster than anyone but Margaret could see, Alex stabbed the waitress through the ear with her table knife, dragging the blade outward and then splitting her other ear.

Blood splattered about, and the waitress stumbled back, terrified.

Her legs scrambled, but she was too panicked to flee, and moments later, the Alp had leapt onto her, stabbing furiously at her torso, blocked only by the raised arms of the shocked girl, who looked no older than sixteen.

The stabbing continued until the girl's arms went slack, and then, Alex twisted around, and went to work on her legs, snapping bones with her bare hands, as easily as if they were wafers, or toothpicks.

Margaret could only stare on in horror. The poor girl's stab wounds had already begun to close, and so Alex snapped her arms as she had her legs, and then stood, licking the blood from her knife.

Margaret saw the iridescent sheen of the metal, and knew that the 'knife wounds' would do no lasting harm, but the broken bones would be another story.

The poor girl sat, whimpering and occasionally screaming. Alex sat atop her, unconsciously grinding back and forth on her busted leg.

The rabbit screamed again.

"Please, HELP ME anybody, ANYONE! I'll love and cherish you FOREVER! I PROMISE, my husband and I will make it work! PLEASE! I need a man! I CAN'T HEAL ON MY OWN, PLEASE!"

And so on and so forth, the waitress screamed her throat raw, and soon, two order soldiers walked in, wearing strips of cloth over their eyes, and bearing the same type of locket as Alex.

They dragged the poor woman away with thick woolen gloves, her broken left knee drenched in fluids.

--- End of part 01