Claimers: I own them. They are a terrible handful. *sigh* Always getting up to naughty things.
Title: Downer own the line, not me.
Seatbelt Alert: Secure them tightly. We're going down.
Notes: This is short. It is a scene setter. Nothing else. Who's going to die? Discord or Jude? Both? Elle? Lucy? Everyone? You? Me? It's all in the unhappy ending, right?
Poem: Thank you to Miss X, aka God, for the words. She knows what is going to happen.
 
***

In a castle of words.

With its foundation in fiction.

Lives a queen and her keyboard.

With a creation too real.

Through a net made of code.

She will break our hearts.

***
 
Elle's POV
 
LaOC XI - This Is A Release For Me, Must Not Be Thinking Straight
 
 
'Dizzy, Jude, stop this, right now!'
 
Is anyone listening to me at all?
 
No.
 
Dizzy gets up and slams Jude into the wall, cracking all the plaster.
Then they're on the floor, brawling like teenagers.
 
'Marc, David, get them off each other, NOW!'
 
If she's broken my Dizzy's nose, I'll... well, I'll hurt her!
How can she kiss me if she can't breath?
 
The boys manage to separate them, thankfully.
Not sure how much more damage my meeting room could take.
My boys; the only sensible people in this place.
At least they don't go round loaded up with hormones.
 
'I challenge your position!'
 
The whole room freezes at Jude's words.
Didn't I repeal that law?
I'm sure I did.
Except the shock in the faces of all present tells me that perhaps I forgot.
Michelle finally breaks the uncomfortable silence.
 
'You... what do you mean you challenge her? You can't... shut up, Jude!'
 
'I challenge Discord Knight for position of commander. You're all witness. That's if she's man enough to accept, what with me breaking her face and all.'
 
Dizzy breaks free of Marc's grasp, and punches her straight in the ribs.
The sound of them breaking makes me wince.
This is not good.
 
'There, that's how the Knight girls accept a challenge. When and where? That's all I need to know.'
 
'Two weeks time. The arena. I want everyone to see me rip your heart out.'
 
Jude spits a mouthful of blood up in Dizzy's face, and kicks her knees, sending her to the floor.
 
'There, Discord, where you belong. At. My. Feet.'
 
That's it!
 
'Enough! How dare both of you behave like this in front of me. Jude, this challenge is ridiculous. Take it back.'
 
She looks at me, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was related to Lucy.
Hmm, have to check that one out.
Then she answers me, with a single word, punctuated with a big smile.
 
'No.'
 
Insolent child.
 
'That would be, no, your eminence, Jude.'
 
'Of course, your eminence. Sorry. Two weeks, Discord. Two weeks.'
 
With that, she breaks free, and stalks out.
 
Hormones.
All over the place.
Making it look so untidy.
 
 
 
I should have made everyone boys; easier to deal with.