Tuesday, 3 July 2012
07:31:02 PM (GMT)
"Thomas!" The girl sang, unable to pronounce the name without her thick
French accent showing through. Her target winced, and turned, a smile plastered upon
"Er, Gaelle... How, er, nice ter see ye..."
"Ouias!" She grinned, catching up with him and holding her hands behind her
back, swinging the skirt of her white dress angellically, although he knew that she
she was far from that.
"Did... did ye want me?"
"Oui... J'ete... Pardonne, I was wondering si tu wanted to watch un...
a filme avec moi?"
Thomas paused, "A film?"
"Yes, ze, euh... one about le diable, I mean... The Devil, and the little
"You mean The Exorcist?"
"Ye want ter watch The Exorcist... Wit' me?" He raised an eyebrow, doubtfully.
"Ah, 'ow kind of you to offer! I would love to go!" She laughed, "Tonight? Apres
le meurtre? The, uh, killing?" She smiled happily, nodding, "Merci beaucoup, mon
cher!" She waved lightly, turning and running back the way she came.
Thomas swallowed, multiple questions springing to mind. Firstly, had she just
tricked him into a date?! Secondly, did she really consider a murder then a horror
movie a date? And thirdly, which was by far the most worrying of the lot... Why did
she have a knife behind her back behind all that?!
They were two of about seven in the cinema, and Thomas had pressed himself about as
far as he could into the right hand armrest, as far away from her as he could get
without seeming rude. With anyone else, he wouldn't care, but he knew for a fact
that the innocent girl in the pale pink flowery dress had three knives and two guns
on her person. He didn't want to be rude. Just as the lights dimmed, she beamed up
at him, taking his hand in hers.
"Tu est very 'andsome, Thomas. Merci for coming avec moi~"
He nodded awkwardly, shifting reluctantly into the centre of his seat as she pulled
him towards her to rest her head on his shoulder.
He sat stiffly in his chair, scared more of her laughter than the girl who's head was
rotating on the screen. Thankfully, most of the others in the cinema had either left
in terror, or were too busy screaming to notice her cries of glee.
"Aha! C'est tres drole, vrai Thomas?! Regarde la tete!"
Thomas murmured in agreement, although he was more concerned with the dagger he could
feel pressing against his arm, which she was now hugging. She had tucked her feet
onto the chair and curled up next to him, and if asked, he wouldn't be able to answer
whether she or her father scared him more right now...