So, um… how shall I put this?
I couldn’t come up with a good Angelique vignette that wouldn’t give away too much of her story’s end, so I did something a little different.
I came up with a bad Angelique vignette. If you recall, before becoming an Usher, she was an Avenger, with tasks less kind than her current ones. This would be one of her darker moments…
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Accidents Happen (100 words)
Angelique strode through the rotting wall, ignoring the door. It unsettled people, and she wanted him to squirm.
“Who are you?”
His stench arrested her, even from several yards. She snarled, eyes narrowed at the foul creature, body tense with anticipation.
“You may call me Vengeance. I answer the cries of the seven girls whose blood seeps through the soil outside this barn.”
He cursed, threw his bottle, sending a shower of beer arcing through dusty air. As he lunged at her, he stumbled. She stooped, slid an ax across the ground to cushion his fall.
“Accidents happen,” she crooned.
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