Machiavellian Ch20
Machiavellian
Chapter Twenty:
Pointing the gun at Stavros, Skye cried for them to shut up and stop it, "Put the knife down"
"Antoinette, do not be frivolous, put the gun down" Stavros instructed.
"I'm through taking orders from you," Skye announced, "now you put the knife down and let Stefan go."
"The consequences of your actions would be most dreadfully unwanted -- that is on your part of course, Antoinette. I would hate for my little Abigail to grow up without a mother but of course sometimes things cannot be avoided."
"Don't you dare threaten her!" Stefan yelled out, attacking him.
In that instant Skye had to make a split second decision but all that was, was the silence that followed the loudest noise she had ever heard.
"Skye!," Stefan hurried over to a fallen Skye, "you did it, Skye, you did it he's gone. You shot him in the head. Why, why aren't you moving," Stefan turned her on her side only to see the blood that evaded his vision before, "No, no!!" he screamed in horror.
"Why is he doing that?" Skye asked the man standing behind her as she looked at Stefan and herself.
"You were shot."
"I was shot?"
"Yes, Stavros shot you that's why you're here now."
"What about Stavros, is he still alive?"
"No, you shot him in the head."
"Why isn't he here, then, if I shot him?"
"Because you're not dead and he's getting a rather good tan right about now, if you know what I mean."
"I'm not dead, then why am I here?"
"Your in what some would call limbo, on earth you're hanging on to life by a thread but here there is no pain."
"Pain?"
"See your forgetting already and soon it will all be a distant memory."
"What about Abigail?"
"Don't worry about Abigail, she's in a deep sleep right now and shan't wake."
"Will I die?"
"One day"
"Soon?"
"That's up to you."
"Me, I get to decide whether or not I want to live or die?"
"You already know, sometimes it just takes a little while for humans to find the answer inside themselves."
"I already know? Then why am I so confused, why is this so hard?"
"Human nature I suppose, to make things harder than needed"
"What will happen to her?"
"You want a play-by-play? Because I don't have one for you, human free will as they call it, could turn out as many different ways as you could imagine multiplied by infinity and taken to the depths of the worlds and you'd only have the slightest idea of what I'm talking."
"How long do I have to decide?"
"There's a 48 hour window after that it's a non refundable, non transferable one way ticket."
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"48 hours?" Rae asked
"After that if there's no response it doesn't look good," Alan explained it to her.
"God forgive me but I glad that son of a bitch is dead, he has hurt her in the most unimaginable ways and now she's in a coma because of him. If she dies, Alan, I don't know what I'll do."
"We'll take care of Abby."
"The hell you will," Adam came up to them, "Skye's not dead yet and you're already dividing up her belongings? What kind of parents do you call yourselves? If anything my granddaughter will come with me. Where is she? I want to see Abigail."
"She's with her uncle at the house, where she'll stay," Alan told him.
"I -- I don't have time for you right now my lawyer will handle you I'm going to visit my daughter," Adam stomped away.
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"Skye?" Adam asked as he held her hand, "I know I've never been the greatest dad in the world but I have always loved you know matter if I showed it or not," Adam paused.
"I know you love me dad and you were the best dad I could have asked for"
"You can't die Abigail needs her mother and I need my daughter," Adam's voice began to crack, "I'll track down the bitch who gave birth to that serpent and I'll kill her, I'll have them all killed. You hear me? I won't let them get away with this"
"No, no dad don't it wasn't their fault!"
"I swear to you, they won't get away with this"
"Why can't he hear me?"
"When so much hate is screaming inside one's ear sometimes its hard to hear a gentle voice"
"Why is there so much hate and pain in the world?"
"Chalk it up to human nature I suppose"
"How much time do I have left?"
"24 hours by my watch"
"Then I want to go"
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