charlotte evans ❅ snow white (deputyprincess) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-07-16 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | alan campbell, briar hayes, charlotte evans, grace cash, kane lewis |
Who: Charlotte Evans, Kane Lewis, Briar Hayes, Alan Campbell, and Grace Cash (tentative posting order?)
What: The Fables finally have the means to eliminate Kane Lewis permanently. This is how they do it.
Where: The Farm, Albany, NY
When: Forward-dated to Wednesday, July 18th, 2012
Warnings: Kind of a character death? But not really.
Charlotte Evans was exhausted, in every way imaginable. Years of worry and war finally took their toll after weeks of a cross-country search in the Homelands – weeks of nothing, which was so unbelievably frustrating that she’d nearly had a breakdown, once or twice. But Charlotte wasn’t that girl anymore; she didn’t let herself break so easily. Waiting for a prince to save her (or a wolf, even) – that was exhausting, and even though she was still very young, it hadn’t taken her very long to learn the hard way that such hopes were foolish, founded on nothing but wishful thinking and whitewashed fairy tales.
I’m the hero of this story, don’t need to be saved.
While she and her brother and the two spies trekked through the Homelands searching for Dunster Happ and his Boxers, a line from a song ran through Charlotte’s head in a never-ending refrain. I’m the hero of this story, don’t need to be saved. Some days, it was all that kept her going. What had happened to Oscar Darlington, what Byron Darlington would never be able to forget, had been the last straw. The list of Charlotte’s loved ones seemed to grow shorter every day, and she refused – refused – to let it get any shorter. As long as Kane Lewis was alive, it would, until all of his vendettas were over and he turned his hate on the world. The only thing that had kept him from doing so already was his unfinished business with Briar. If it was the last thing she ever did, Charlotte would keep him from finishing it.
After all the hits Camelot had taken at his and the Resistance’s hands, hiding safely behind the castle walls was a luxury Charlotte could no longer afford, and as much as she hated to admit it, Willa Thompson had been right. She wasn’t a princess, never had been, really – she was the Head of Reconnaissance now, and that meant getting her hands dirty. She couldn’t think of a better reason to start than with Kane.
Now, weeks later, they had what they needed. They had a plan, and, predictable as ever, Kane took the bait. The Farm was virtually defenseless against him, and Charlotte didn’t try to hide it when she brought her team straight there after returning from the Homelands. She and Briar sat on the steps of the main house waiting, talking, comforting each other like sisters did, but they didn’t have to wait long. Hours before sunset, the sky grew noticeably darker. Charlotte looked up at the clouds, then back down, and there he stood, in the middle of the square. Almost like he’d been there the whole time.
“Well, isn’t this a happy reunion,” he sneered, and Charlotte took a deep breath and stood up, steeling herself as he laughed darkly. "All of us together, for the first and last time. Fitting. And... hm." He took a step forward, then another, looking at them both with his uncomfortably piercing gaze. "The resemblance between the two of you is uncanny..."
Charlotte glanced at Briar and smiled at the same moment Kane did, just when he said something about Tristan Charlotte would have killed him for, if she'd heard it. But his words didn't mean anything anymore – they were just words, and Charlotte tuned him out. The smile Charlotte gave Briar was confident, reassuring. They could do this. They could get rid of him, forever this time.
She looked back at him and spoke quietly, her voice cold but proud. "Isn't it just." Then she blinked, as though she'd just realized she'd spoken over him, like it was an accident. "Sorry, what were you saying? I lost interest when I realized you don't scare me anymore. You're quite pathetic, did you know that?"
He didn't like that very much. Then again, Charlotte didn't expect him to. She smiled again, and silently prayed that this went exactly the way she wanted it to. Here goes nothing.