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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 18:05:06 GMT
I take another drink watching the two of them.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 27, 2007 18:11:23 GMT
I tried to think of my conversation with Rowan earlier, but the alcohol in my system didn't help much.
"He said that he needed to find you, to tell you about some family news." I recall.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:13:22 GMT
"Oh. That." I say bitterly. "I already know. I may have cut myself off, but I still hear things. He must really think I'm thick. Or maybe he was just looking forward to telling me himself. 'Oh, just like your real father, Christopher.'" I mimic bitterly, talking more to myself than them.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 18:15:13 GMT
I reach for another bottle."So I'm guessnig you dont care about what he had to tell you?"
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 27, 2007 18:15:58 GMT
"Why did he call you Christopher?" I ask
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:16:54 GMT
"You think my real name's Ian?" I snort. "And no, I don't care. I hated my 'father' anyway. Him hanging himself is one of the best things that's ever happened to me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 18:22:42 GMT
"Christopher," I think for a minute,"Where have I heard that name beofore?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 18:24:00 GMT
"Rowan probably called me that. He thinks it's hilarious to blow my alias'."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:04:03 GMT
I nod,"Some brother,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:10:46 GMT
"Isn't he just?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:11:36 GMT
"This is why I'm an only child." I say opening my fourth bottle.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:20:01 GMT
"Why? Didn't think you could chose." I down another bottle and reach for my fifth.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 5:39:35 GMT
"got lucky," I suggested.
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Post by Nathan Leigh on May 28, 2007 9:01:03 GMT
I walk into the Three Broomsticks and spot Ian with a couple of Gryffy girls-...Speare.
Bugger.
"Ian," I say, approaching the table, not wasting time on pleasantries. "Do you remember what we talked about?" I say, glancing at Speare.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:16:05 GMT
"How could I forget you mother fucking son of a bitch?" I growl, standing up immediately. "Get out of here now, fucking murderer."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:10:52 GMT
"Ian,your making a scene,sit." I tell him grabbing him by the wrist pulling him back down. I eye Nathan wryly,"You dont seem too happpy to see me Natty," I grin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 12:13:21 GMT
"I don't want to sit." I say, standing up again. "I told you if you ever come near me again then I'm going to finish what I started, are we clear, Leigh?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:16:10 GMT
"Too bad," I say pulling back down. I try to rise to my feet,steadying myself by holding onto the table,"What are you doing here Nathan?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 12:17:36 GMT
"No doubt come to rub it in my face." I mutter bitterly, shooting him a very filthy look.
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Post by Nathan Leigh on May 28, 2007 12:19:07 GMT
"Now, why would I do that Ian?" I smirk. "When it's already killing you without me there." I turn to Speare. "I'm here to speak to him. He seems to have forgotten our deal."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:20:51 GMT
"Deal?" I ask turning back around to look at Ian."What deal? Ian what is he talking about?"
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Post by Nathan Leigh on May 28, 2007 12:26:03 GMT
"Oh, Ian." I say softly, mockingly. "I should have known. Well, if you want me to keep my end, then I suggest you keep yours. I'll leave it up to you though. A life for a life. It's up to you who's."
I turn, satisfied that he'd hold up his end of the deal, and leave the bar again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 12:38:09 GMT
My fists close convulsively in my lap and I examine them, not looking up, but very glad that Nate is gone before he can say anything else.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:38:56 GMT
"What deal?" I ask again my fist clenched.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 12:39:47 GMT
"I didn't agree to any deal." I say sharply. "I didn't agree to anything. It's no deal. It's blackmail."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:42:56 GMT
I sit back down grabbing another firewhiskey.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 12:45:33 GMT
"It's not my fault." I say, standing up. "You heard what he said, a life for a life. I don't want anyone to die because of me. Not again."
I turn and walk briskly out of the pub, not going very far, just turning down an alley next door, and lighting up a cigarette.
I wasn't breaching Nate's terms by being here, at least.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:50:46 GMT
"I'm not saying it is-Ian!" I say getting up after him. There's a sharp shooting pain in my leg as I buckle down to the ground crying out in pain.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 12:54:32 GMT
I stub the cigarette out, dithering uncertainly in the alley.
I sigh, knowing I was going to get everyone in worse trouble if I went back to help her, but going anyway.
I help her up. "I told you, you should have gone to the hospital wing." I say gently.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:57:57 GMT
"You didnt have to come back and help me," I say whimpering slightly getting up,"I could have gotten up on my own."
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