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Widow and Wasp (Part 3)

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==Dairy: The Widow and the Wasp III==

((Posted by Bianca Namori on July 4, 2010))

We made it home just in time to be free of the prison of circumstance. What a pain it is for us to behave around so many easy targets…so very many.

However, we minded our manners in such a way that even the devil himself would be surprised…

The hardest part though…was when I was alone with Mr. Blackberry Harvey within the Wilde Hospital…

The evenings recap.

What a horrible site it is to see so many goons dancing to jigs unaware of their surroundings! What most would think to be an innocent affair, we found to be a cespool of a human stain in Babbage. So many of them…if not all of them…the wrongs that fester within their aura’s drove us mad. But we couldn’t do anything yet…I couldn’t do anything yet…it wasn’t time.

We had to make sure everything was set and if there was anything I learned suffering the company of Mureax house…it was organization and trust where the greatest allies of a warped mind.

And we were truly warped…

I composed our self quickly and played the good face for my uncles sake. Though it was not our crowed it was indeed a grand affair in purpose. Not a solid foot in the place as everyone was taken with the music and movement of dance.

I wrung my hands tightly in their white gloved prison and watched many while she listened to everything. "How are you?" "Welcome to the dance!" "L-o-v-e your dress!" vomited from guests mouth like a drunkard on New Year’s Eve…

I kept to myself and almost froze when I noticed Mr. Melnik dancing. I wanted to approach him and say my hello…she wanted him bleeding.

I thought it best to keep our distance for now and caught the conversation of the hospital owner, Mr. Blackberry Harvey. A rather nice fellow…never known to give anyone a hard time, and even serviced the would-be terror from Steelhead…

What was his name again? Oh…doesn’t matter…if he was a problem, he wasn’t a big enough threat to me for me to care…

None of them really are…

We took an interest though as he spoke about the hospital and it’s accessories. The ideas and methods of removal that Asahif showed me in the sands made my smile and my blood crawled all at once and I knew that if anyone could help me with anything…Mr. Harvey could…

I approached him with a toothy smile and tried to seem as harmless as possible, which probably scared the poor rabbit to death.

We engaged in conversation and eventually ended up dancing with our prey of knowledge ready to spring on any chance of having him take me to his haven of health and hope…

We danced and talked for hours, my genuine interest of the hospital seeping into the conversation like a well placed poison which Mr. Harvey did not expect in the least…or it seemed.

Soon, we where off to the hospital and she was off her rocker with amusement. Soon we would slowly make our way into the workings of a lovely and lucrative business with the means to help us…as we destroy others.

Blast…someone is at the door…dear journal I shall speak with you again soon…

B.

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