ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1
Date: 6/1/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Taboo
Author: FrankSinner
... wanted the three of us to be a f*mily together, but she was really crazy. That's why she had to go." "But, Carly, you are just as-" his guard dropped subtly. "I really hated messing with your wedding," she continued, eyes avoiding his. "I had to take the lead on planning the wedding. It was the only way I could think of to get you here." "Just so you could murder all of my friends and destroy everything and everyone I loved?" he fired back, raising his makeshift shiv. "Well, it was just part of the plan. Casualties of war and all that. As for the wedding, I know..." she backed off down the stairs a bit. "It was going to be so beautiful, and I promise that I will find a way to make ours so much better. Nicer. And I know the guest list is probably going to be pretty slim, they aren't really what matters at a wedding, are they?" "But what about Singer?" he said, glaring into the starry eyes of his former crush and current... s*ster. He still struggled with that idea, too much to even acknowledge their romantic past. "He was my... or our dad. And she... our 'mother' just killed him. How was that reuniting the f*mily? He was a good man deep down." "But was he?" Carly said, her eyes narrowing for a few moments as her anger began to bubble up. "The 'good' sheriff looked after you, watched you from afar, and took care of any sort of support he could offer. You know what dear old dad gave me? Jack. Shit. ...
... He never even acknowledged me. Even when he looked dead at me when you brought him to the inn. He looked right at me... and then through me. His fucking daughter." "But he didn't even know about you, I don't think. He-" "Instead," Carly said, waving the knife around once more, "I got an overbearing father that abandoned me every other chance he got, but still put so much hate in fear in me, it's no wonder I ended up this way. He lied, kept my true history a secret, and left me in the care of an idiot manch*ld that I raised more than he raised me. Thank God, he was adopted. I shudder at the thought now that I believed I was related to him. But all of that is in the past. I made sure of it. Now, it can be just us." "But," Freddie said, shaking his head as he took a step down toward her, knowing she was on edge at this point, "we are br*ther and s*ster. As tough as that is for me to face, we can't do-" "No one would ever know but us," she shot back, a sweet smile going back to her face. "It's really not a big deal. Genetics have nothing to do with love, Freddie." Freddie took a deep sigh and tried to manage his balance on the stairway wall. "Come on down to the living room. I can tell you everything," she said, dropping the knife back in her apron. "I made some sandwiches, and I hope you like them. Our kitchen really isn't stocked much. I will probably get some necessities once all this calms down. It's been ...