forum This Will Hopefully Be Cute (One on One) (Closed.)

Started August 29, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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“I don’t trust you,” Vaughn pointed out. “Let’s just make a deal. You go away for now, and after I shower and get dressed, I’ll come down to see you.”

"Fine." Alana said, fading out of the mirror.

Vaughn huffed with a bit of relief once Alana disappeared. He turned on the shower water and undressed before getting in and pulling the curtain shut. He sighed softly as he stood under the hot water, his wet hair falling into his eyes.

Well, that plan worked, ish. Now all Alana had to do was convince Vaughn she had turned good. Which wouldn't be that difficult, seeing how gullible he was.

Vaughn picked up the shampoo bottle and squirted a bit into his hand. He scrubbed it into his hair, brushing out tangles with his fingers.

Alana waited for Vaughn to come down. She was bored as hell, and the author didn't know what to do with her character without Vaughn being there.
(Yup, just me casually breaking the fourth wall, nothing to see here.)

(Maybe just describe what exactly she thinks that her plan is)

Vaughn eventually rinsed out the shampoo suds and picked up the conditioner bottle. He continued to wash his hair again, huffing softly as he did so. He wasn’t in any rush.

(Oh my Lord, I completely forgot about this. Jeez, really should have responded sooner, now this feels awkward but whatever.)
Alana tried to make a few sparks fly from her hands to leave. She wasn't intending to get out, she still had to break and murder Vaughn, but she was pretty bored. Nothing happened. She couldn't make those usually fatal beams of light fly out to open the door. Is this a side effect, my powers not being as powerful, of the recent… thing, serum and taking over the world and whatnot, or something else? she thought. Finally, after trial and error, she was able to break the lock somewhat, enough for her to pick it with a rusty bent nail she had found laying askew in the corner of her cell. Vaughn really should do routine searches, if he actually wants to keep me locked up. That or he's just incredibly stupid. she thought.

(It’s fine.)

After a few more minutes, Vaughn switched off the shower water and stepped out. He picked up a towel, drying off his hair and body a bit before wrapping it around his waist and leaving the bathroom. He stepped out into the back room, rummaging through a box for a set of clothes to throw on.

Alana found a loaded gun. Excellent. She went to find Vaughn.

Vaughn set the towel aside and got dressed. He then quieted, thinking that he heard something. He reached under his cot, taking out the pistol that was there as he waited behind the closed door.

Alana heard a few soft thuds from walking about. She mentally located Vaughn and knocked on his door.

Vaughn tensed up a bit at the knock. He already had a feeling of who it had to be. “Alana, how did you get out?” He asked, gripping his gun.

"Well, I wanted to talk." she said, pressing the gun against her chin. "Now seems as good a time as any. I'll blow my own brains out if we don't chat, so please, let me in, and sit down." she said. Alana wasn't bluffing, not really. She didn't know whether she would do it or not, but there was a pretty high chance she could and would do so.

“If you’re talking about shooting yourself, then you obviously have a gun,” Vaughn pointed out. “I don’t trust you enough anymore.” If they had still been friends, of course he would have swung open the door and soothed her into setting the gun down. But this was different.

"You still value my continued existence, or you wouldn't have kept me here as your pet. I'm not bluffing, you know."

“I never said anything about you being a pet. I wa sleeping you here so you couldn’t hurt anyone,” Vaughn huffed. He ran a hand through his hair, still gripping the gun in his hand. “You need to out the gun down before I even consider opening this door.”

"I wouldn't waste a bullet on you, if that's what you're worried about." she said.

Vaughn gave a slight scoff at that. “I wouldn’t put anything past you,” he said, foot tapping a bit impatiently. “I’m serious. Put it away.”

"Fine." she said, lowering the gun, but keeping a firm grip on the handle.

Vaughn was hesitant, but he opened the door. When he did so, he quickly grabbed onto Alana’s gun, ripping it roughly from her fingers and tossing it back onto his cot.

"Oh, you always spoil the fun." she said, zapping Vaughn's own hand and making him drop his gun. She kicked it to the other side of the room. "Now it's fair."

Vaughn narrowed his eyes at Alana. “What is it that you want? And how did you get out of the cell?” He questioned, eyeing her warily.

"No, no, you've got it wrong. Try again." she said.