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Laura is now an Executioner... the very thing she hates the most. But not everything about being an Executioner seems all that bad....except, perhaps that strange, sharp voice.
“Wha du ya mee I canna ta e oof?!” Laura slurred.
“I mean what I said, silly,” Jameson said with that boyish grin, kind of making Laura want to slap him, “your mask is bound to your skin, unless someone cuts your lips off, you can’t take it off.”
“Ehj oar meh ide?”
“Yep!” Suzy chattered, “The Glory herself ordered that Jameson finish his father’s work, just like a story book, huh?!”
“Uh, yeah,” Jameson replied hesitantly, apparently none of the Executioners had a hard time translating the slur of someone adjusting to the heaviness of metal in their lips, “My dad was the Wisdom Executioner, he was actually the one that recruited you,” he smiled sadly at Laura, “when he died a few months ago, I had already finished recruitment and been a guard for years. So I took his place,” his smile became an infuriatingly childish grin again, “and the person who recruits an Executioner guides them on their first year. So you’re kind of stuck with me.”
“Yeah, Laura, how do you think me and Miles met?” small, 90 pound Suzy grated sweetly as she clung to the 250 pound man’s arm.
That night Jameson and Laura were told to pack for their first assignment. They were to leave for Mount Terra in the morning. Laura packed lightly and took the extra time to study her reflection. Her features were the same. The same three freckles arranged in an upside-down triangle on the bridge of her nose. The same rounded face and plain eyes. But something seemed different. Almost…colder.
Laura glared at the mirror, searching frantically for that difference. Is this what you’re looking for? a sharp, somewhat insane, voice echoed in her mind. Her jaw became long and thin with high cheekbones, the shape of her eyes grew exotic and slanted, her face was silver and tinged black on the lips and around the eyes, and her canines grew into long silver fangs.
“Hey! Are you ok?” Jameson asked worriedly.
“Huh? Yeah, why?” Laura said a little slowly, but thankfully not with a slur anymore.
“Nothing, you just seem quiet.”
“I usually am.”
“Guess I’ve been hanging around Suzy too long,” Jameson grinned as they walked, “I’m not used to hearing no one talk.”
“Yeah,” Laura said distractedly. The voice she heard last night came to mind.
“You know, if you need to talk, that’s kind of why I’m here,” Jameson finally said, uncomfortable with the silence.
“I thought you were here to keep me from getting myself killed.”
“Oh, yeah, that too. I probably shouldn’t forget that,” he joked lamely.
Laura chuckled, just to keep him from looking like a fool, but it still made her feel better. Jameson looked surprised, but pleased with himself. Maybe being an Executioner doesn’t HAVE to be cruel, Laura thought. Want to bet? the sharp voice retorted.
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