The Soap.. :D
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Lena hovered up, majestically. "Did anyone remember I control the wind? I can't really fall out a window."
BANG
"He didn't actually jump out after me, did he?" Lena facepalmed.
"Not everyone can be as bright as me," Roger smirked. "Nice gun, you get it from Dylan?" He went towards Peyton. "You wouldn't hurt me: you know it would hurt Elena too much." He glanced in Lena's direction.
He started to rub his eye, "Wow, Missy seems o have learned how to punch. Too bad I have enough decency not to pick fights with girls."
Lena walked toward Roger and whispered in his ear, "Get out. Now. Or I'm going to rip your pretty little petticoat to shreads, and then do the same to you supposedly perfect face." -
Brandon came flying up, flushed red.
"God, Lena." He said, trying not to laugh at himself. Peyton put her finger on the triger.
"Oh, boy, you don't know how uch I want to kill you." She said. "I could pull the tigger. Lena would be devestated, then she would be fine. I know her better than you do. She's tough, Roger. But, oh right, you don't care." Peyton really didn't want to kill anyone. She had killed her father because he tried to kill her because she was a freak. -
"Oh, she's a strong one, isn't she? But we both know she couldn't handle losing me: it goes both ways. You wouldn't shoot me, because you like me too... like everyone else arund here. Nobody doesn't like Roger, it's unheard of, and you know it." Roger walked towards Peyton, took the gun, and threw it to Lena.
"You guys know I'm here, right? And I wouldn't be devastated: Losing swine makes me happy." Lena held the gun, not sure what to do with it. She was bluffing, obviously.
"If that's the case, then shoot me." Roger he;d his arms up in false anxiety.
Sorry Remy, I have to go: Cntibue this tomorrow, okay??? This is a great soap xD -
Peyton bit her lip. She knew Lena couldn't do it, but she would if she truely had to. Brandon was next to her now, looking from Lena to Roger to Peyton.
Okay, okay. But I wont be on tomorrow.. work and soccer game. Sorreh! Monday, certainly! :) -
(Oh, look.. found it. :33)
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(Oops I've been looking for it... I went to page 37 xD)
(Okay, lemme continue it:) -
Lena took a deep breath. "I'm not a killer, Roger. But neither are you: you couldn't hurt a fly, and you know it. So why don't you just give up, already? You won't hurt us. I might beable to kill you, but Peyton sure can. So...why do keep going?"
Roger took a few steps forward, circling the three of them. "I won't have to kill you: I have people who do that. I just need to bring you to them. Now, instead of messing with me, why don't you just put the gun down and walk over here? It's easier than it looks." -
Peyton smirked.
"We're actually not that stupid, believe it or not. We don't just give ourselves up easily." Peyton narrowed her eyes at Roger. She pulled out a knife from her back pocket and held it up. "I can so kill your freaking ass right now." -
Roger walked closer to her. "Oh, Peyton, shut up. You couldn't kill me, no matter what you say: just because you killed one person doesn't make you a trained assasin. If you were capable of killing, you would have nailed me before we had a chance start this lovely conversation."
Lena was confused, then frightened. "Peyton, what's he talking about? Did you... kill someone? Peyton?" -
Peyton took a deep breathe and whispered to Lena.
"I'm so sorry, Lena." Peyton stabbed Roger in the stomach. "Im so sorry." -
Lena couldn't breathe. "NO!" She fell to her knees, her bravado gone with the wind. She couldn't look at this, but she had to.
Roger choked out a brief groan, and stared at Peyton. "I guess I was wrong. You are a killer." He could barely muster anything else. "Are you happy now? You've killed me. Congratulations. We'll see how long your friendship lasts." Roger fell to his knees in agony, he couldn't hide it.
Lena rushed to him, not hiding anything, not even the tears. "Roger, no. Please, PLEASE don't. I....I can't lose you. Not again." She looked at Peyton. -
Peyton looked at Lena.
"Lena, Sonia has healing powers and I stabbed him in the stomach. I would've never killed him. You should know that." Peyton looked at Roger. "And Roger, I'm not a killer." Then Peyton called for Sonia. -
"God DAMN, Peyton, why??? You just scared the crap out of me, you know that? Ugh, I can't breathe... you scared the f---ing crap out of me..." Lena didn't move from Roger's side, even if she wanted to.
"I noticed," Roger said, grinning at Lena. "Somebody cares a little too much..." He brushed his fingers through Lena's hair, which gave her butterfiles.
"Don't touch me," She said. Obviously, she didn't mean it. "Peyton, what did he mean when he said you killed someone? Peyton WHAT HAPPENED?" -
Sonia came up.
"Later, Lena. I'll tell you later. Now, Sonia. Heal him." Peyton said. Sonia hestiated but she did as she was told and healed Roger. -
"Hello, beautiful. Miss me?" ROger gave a flirtatious smile in Sonia's direction. She may have been a year younger, but that didn't stop him.
It didn't stop her from being outgoing for once, either. "Go to hell, Roger. This is just an order... if it were up to me, you would be dead right now."
"Oh, really? You don't mean that, babe. I know you wouldn't ever want to damage this face: sometimes, a picture just isn't good enough." He winked.
"Fine, Peyton. Later. But you owe me an explanation." She got up to leave Roger's side. "Now, I suggest you get the hell out of here before we change our mind."
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