Friday, July 13, 2012

Chapter 10 of Divided

I'm working on it!  I promise!

In the meantime, here's a teaser:

I figured that was that.  I went to bed knowing that if Peter didn’t want to get involved, there wasn’t anything I could do to change his mind.  At least, that’s what I thought until I woke up the next morning to find him examining what I could only hope was a jug full of stage blood. 

“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.” 

“Okay,” Peter said, practically exploding with sarcasm.  “It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Really?” I asked.  It was far too early deal with something like this.  “You don’t have any control over your compulsion to have the last word and outdo everyone, do you?” 

“You said it would be fun.”  I did not like the smile on his face one bit.  He was up to something, and I was sure once I’d had five minutes to wake up and have breakfast I’d figure out what it was. 

“I thought you didn’t like kids?” 

Peter smirked.  “I don’t.” 

“So basically, you’re just going to scare the crap out of them to amuse yourself?”  It actually sounded kind of fun, but I was going to keep that to myself for the moment. 

“There are worse things I could be doing.” 

Now that my brain had kicked into gear I was starting to wonder what had caused Peter to get so into something he’d been opposed to just yesterday.  I supposed it could have been any number of things, but the notion that maybe he just wanted to experience something he’d never had reason to before crawled through my head, and once I thought of it that way I found that I didn’t have it in me to deny him his fun.  I frowned; there had to be some way to get him to dial it back a bit.   “This is too much.  Even for you.” 

Peter shrugged and unscrewed the top of a spray bottle before pouring a measure of the red liquid inside. 

“I don’t even want to know.”


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