Leggings - Inside – News of a cold FATE

Leggings - Inside – News of a cold FATE

The night is young.

Around 9 the tormentors took a deep breath and looked at each other happily. Had it happened? Had Leggings finally succumbed to this war of the mind?

Leggings took a breath quickly. It had been about money mainly. They wanted it all. They meant to have it all. After all she was the very last one left in the world. They'd done all the others. The great plan was nearly complete.

Then the Chill girl arrived, sharp as a nail. She brought with her a posse of children. All sorts. Shrill with noises, scurrying across the grass. "We can stay here until it happens," she advised clearly. "Upstairs. I'll just go train Mum in all her words. Once it happens, she's ready to step into her shoes. New ones today too!"

The children laughed, and a large boy said, "That means we get it, don't it?"

"Yes!" she answered, and there was a cheer from the children.

"Quiet!" she ordered calmly, "Let's not cause a fuss in the building."

They streamed upstairs, to be hidden in bedding's under the floorboards or up the forbidden stairs. They made rat-like conversation as they made preparation for sleep.

"Mum gonna pick us up at 12, sharp," a girl commented, "She gets off work then!"

"Okay, " someone answered, "No worries!"

Within an hour the children had quieted, and perhaps slept.

Outside some rough men gathered, one begging for money, or and recognition.

"Don't you know me?" he said, "Have you got any money?"

"No," said a male voice, "Do I look as if I have? I don't know you anyway!"

"Please," said the tired man's voice, "Please someone must know me..."

"Get away," said the angry male, "Didn't we tell you not to beg? Of course no-one knows you..."

"Someone must know me." said the man thinly, "Someone must..." and his voice faded as he moved away.

Two minutes later they began to talk to the torturers, "Bet she thinks its all about the money she'll be getting... After what you've been saying to her today..."

"I suspect so." a woman said.

"She's wrong," he said coldly, and then wildly, "We've been offered £45,000 for the body. So as soon as soon as it's done, we'll be off to get our pay!"

"We'd have been happy with the £5000 we told Badly to ask for..." another went on, "Only she insists she never had any money!"

"You've got the children packed in?" asked the first Male crossly, "So you're ready to go with the replacement as soon as..."

"Yes, all arranged. We found out that even if she's using the second heart, she's on limited time. When it comes to it, P has no courage at all. No resistance..." she laughed.

From upstairs two voices floated down, the younger woman was coaching another older woman on what to say... "Not bad!" she said finally, "I wish we knew exactly who she really was... That would be the clincher."

"Yes," agreed the older woman meekly, "Perhaps I should use IdolofVice, or Bezini."

"I don't think," said the younger, "That IdolofVice was her real name. Do you know she's threatened to call the Bishop that used that, Bishop Nincompoop!"

"He won't like that! Its such a shame. Such a nice man. Been so useful to us!" stated the older woman quickly, "Is it true that our glorious leader has gone with the £900, million, I mean she wasn't really going to give it to her was she?"

"Sorted!" smiled the younger woman, "Don't worry about her. She's got limited time. We can even pinch Leggings then. What can she do – when she's dead!"

I turned over in the bed. The music was lovely. Only it didn't cover the voices. I had to get up. I had sharp pains in the chest.

"Feel that do you?" snarled a male voice grimly, "A couple more will do

it nicely."

Another woman answered him, "Stop it," she said, "It's really beginning to hurt!"

I got up. He was pinching her near to the heart. What a pig!