Sisters

Warning: This story contains some gore and violence. It is also set in Renaissance-Era London, England, just so you know.

Arianne sat at her vanity mirror. Balls of tissues piled up, and each was full of tears and snot. Arianne sniffed. Sadly, this was her last night of freedom. Except, it wasn’t really freedom. More of like a ‘being watched by your fiance’ kind of night. She couldn’t hang out with anyone. She could only hang out with Marie and Kent. Oh, and her fiance. Wonderful.

Arianne looked at the mirror. Her mascara dripped down her cheeks like water, and her powdered wig sat with strands if white hair poking out. Arianne breathed and wiped her mascara. She pulled out another tube and brushed her eyelashes. She then grabbed an actual brush, powder, and a tube of lipstick. Arianne brushed her hair and powdered it, all the while spreading lipstick on her pink lips. She stood, smoothed her dress, and walked out of her red bedroom.

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Marie smiled like she was in pain. Her sister and the extremely handsome fiance danced blissfully to the orchestra. Marie was, instead, stuck with Kent, her betrothed. Kent stared at her with a goofy smile. “What is wrong, Marie?” he said. Marie smiled again and said “Nothing, Kent.”

They twirled and danced. It was an amazing night, yet Marie wasn’t happy. She knew the fiance wasn’t either. They exchanged glances, secretly going over the plan in their heads. It was quite elaborate, but Marie was ready.

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The fiance led Arianne by her hand. “Where are you taking me, Paul," Arianne asked, still feeling timid and sad. Paul smirked and dragged her hand through the hallways. Arianne was glad she would get to spend time with Paul; maybe she would like him more. She knew he wasn’t quite fond of her, but he had promised to give her a good life.

When they were almost to the bedroom, Arianne heard 2 sets of footsteps walking behind them. A quick glance and she saw a strand of hair flying back behind the corridor. Marie. She would know her sister’s hair from a mile away. But, before she could confront her, Paul pulled Arianne into her room.

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Marie sighed with relief. Kent held onto her hand. “Where are we going, Marie?” he said. Marie shushed him and listened for the click of a closed door.

“Remember, you promised to help me…deal with my sister.” she said quietly. Kent said 'oh' as the door clicked shut.

“Alright, go time.” Marie said, pulling at the leg of her dress and grabbing a small dagger.

“Whoa.” Kent libbed, staring at the gleaming metal.

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“Why are we here,” Arianne said, plastering a fake smile on her face. Paul just smirked and walked to the table, grabbing something out of the drawer.

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Marie took a deep breath. It was almost time. Soon, she and Paul would be happy.

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Paul poured a drink into a cup and gave it to Arianne. She took a sip. She faintly tasted almond, but it wasn’t strong. Without paying much mind to it, Arianne took another sip. Paul smiled maliciously.

Arianne teetered a little She knew that she should stop drinking the drink and it fell out of her hand, the liquid spilling across the floor. “Why do I feel so weird,” Arianne asked, slowly sitting on the corner of her bed. Shapes were floating around in her mind.

Suddenly, the door clicked open.

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Marie grabbed the doorknob and turned it, sending the door flying open. Paul was not there, but Arianne was sitting on the edge of the bed and holding her head. SHe looked up and said "Marie? Can you help me?"

Suddenly, Arianne heard a gun click. Instantly, the dizziness in her mind zapped away, at least long enough to see what was happening.

“Paul? What are you doing?” Arianne said. Paul was standing next to Marie, a gun pointed straight at Arianne's white dress.

Marie sighed, placing a hand on her sister's shoulder. “Please, forgive me.”

She stepped back and turned around, listening to the gun shots echoing in her mind. When she turned back around, the once royal room was splattered with blood. Arianne lay limp on the floor, blood dripping on the bed.

"Wow, that got brutal quick," Kents said, clapping his gloved hands together. “Okay, what now?”

Marie turned to him, putting her arms around his shoulders and pulling out the knife. “Nothing, honey.”

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A few minutes later, Kent and Arianne lay dead on the floor. Marie and Paul looked at their handy work, Marie trying her best not to vomit or cry or give them away. Marie turned to Paul, looking into his eyes.

“Now, we can be together.” she whispered. Paul smiled and took her hand. They walked out of the room, leaving the bloody gun and dagger next to the victims.

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That night, Marie heard a voice while in bed.

Oh, Marie. Why would you do this to me? I thought we were sisters.

I thought we were in it together. We were to be married. I thought we were going to be together forever, and you betrayed me.

Why would you do this to your own sister? I am very disappointed in my daughter.

Oh, we must put her in jail.

Execute her!

Trial her!

We should get revenge on her as she did to her sister and her betrothed!

Marie-Marie-MArie-MARie-MARIe-MARIE-MARIE-MARIE-MA-

Suddenly, a knock came on her window. Marie sat up, the blood drained from her face. She cautiously walked to the window and opened it.

Paul stood on the tree branch outside of her window, wearing his party clothes from a few hours before. “Hey, sunshine. How are you,” he asked brightly.

Marie groaned and said “I feel guilty. I feel like we shouldn’t have done that.” Paul shook his head. “But we needed to. So we could be together.” he says, grabbing her hands.

Marie nods and takes a deep breath. “Yeah…we did.” They stood in silence for a little. Paul smirked and kissed Marie’s hand. “Until tomorrow, my love.”

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Marie and Paul were married a few days later. They were the only alive heirs, after all. But, At night, Marie still heard the voices floating around her head.

Years later, the wailing of a baby filled the morning air. Marie, new heir to the fortune, was yelling at Clotilde. “Why haven’t you fed the baby yet?” Clotilde was on the verge of tears as Marie screamed and ranted.

Clotilde bowed and walked toward the screaming baby and shushed him. “Mother will be mad.” she said in her gentlest voice. The baby quieted, looking up at his older sister.

Marie sighed with relief. She walked out of the nursery and into her own room. She went to her vanity and brushed her blonde hair softly.

“Hi Marie.”

Marie turned. Nobody was there. No person sat in her room, waiting to speak to her.

Marie turned back to the mirror, slowly putting mascara on her eyelashes.

“Strange.” the voice said.

Marie gasped. The tube of mascara fell onto the table, spilling.

“You look different from when I last saw you.”

Marie stood up and backed against a wall.

“Although, last time I saw you…”

The voice was getting louder and louder, all the while Marie’s head spinning faster and faster.

“YOU BETRAYED ME!”

Marie screamed. The mirror cracked as the brush flew towards it.. Marie breathed heavily as the room spun and suddenly, she was in a red room. Two little girls sat on the floor, playing with dolls.

Marie looks at them curiously. She only saw the back of their heads: A small girl with blonde, curly hair and a slightly taller girl with brown hair running straight down her back.

“Arianne…” Marie whispers. She reaches her hand out to the girl with brown hair, touching her shoulder. Marie walks around to look the girls in the face. They play happily together, their faces content and smiling.

Before she can do much more, the room spins again. The life of the two girls is sped up. The room stops, and the two girls are sitting at the vanity mirror, getting each other ready for a party.

“So, what are we going to do tonight?” young Marie asks as she brushes young Arianne’s hair.

“I want to dance with Yosef! I heard he is the heir to the Littleton fortune!” Arianne says, blushing slightly.

Young Marie looks shocked. “That’s a lot of money!” she says.

Arianne nods. Then, the room spins again. The world outside is dark, so Marie thinks it’s night.

Arianne had grown. She was a woman now, sitting at a vanity table. Tissues pile up on the table and she sniffs. Marie watches in shock. Who knew Arianne was this…sad?

Suddenly, Arianne stood up. She walked to the door and opened it, taking a deep breath and smiling.

Before Marie could go after her, the room spun again. It was still the same room, and still dark. The door unlocked and Paul walked, Arianne holding onto his hand. She was wearing the same dress as earlier.

Marie gasped. She could feel her blood run cold. She knew what was going to happen.

Arianne giggled as Pau gave her a drink. She bubbled around, falling backwards on the bed. It was hard for Marie to watch her sister in this state.

The door opened again. It was herself. Past Marie stood in the doorway, Kent in tow. “Hey Marie.” Arianne said.

Suddenly, Paul pulled out the gun. It clicked. Before Paul shot, the pasts of the two girls floated around the room. Marie felt tortured. As she saw Past Marie turn to look away, Marie put her arm out in front of paul, telling him to stop. Of course, Paul couldn’t hear her. He shot once, twice, three times, all landing on Arianne. Past Marie covered her ears. Meanwhile, Marie fell on the floor and cried.

The visions of the two little girls playing turned dark. The younger Arianne in all of them fell sideways, the same gunshots running through her. The little Marie ran to her side and shook Arianne. The others did the same.

“Why did you do this to me?” the voice screamed in Marie’s ears.

“It was all jealousy!” the voice yelled, getting louder and louder. The room started spinning, the screams and laughter and cries being meshed together into one angry voice.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN SISTER!” it screamed once more. Marie covered her ears, tears streaming from her eyes. “I don’t know!” Marie yelled, trying to speak over the loud voices.

The room spun, faster and faster, until it stopped.

Marie awoke, laying on the floor in her bedroom. A nurse and her family surrounded her. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

Marie looked around. The screams still echoed in her mind. She turned to Clotilde. Marie reached out her arms and pulled her in for a hug. “I love you, sweetie.”

Clotilde smiled and embraced her mother back. They hugged for a long while, Marie still traumatized by the visions. Marie pulled back and said “Be kind to your brother.” Clotilde smiled and nodded.

A few days later, Marie walked into her bedroom. The mirror wasn’t broken and the brush was still in its spot. Marie smiled and walked out of the room.

Months later, the family walked to a grave. Marie put the brush in a box and buried it next to the grave. Clotilde placed a rose on the grave. “Mom, whose grave is this?”

Marie smiled and brushed the dust off of the name. “This was my sister, Arianne. She died of murder, and I had forgotten about it until a few days ago. I decided to come visit.”

Clotilde nodded and smiled. “I bet she was the best sister ever.”

Marie nodded slowly. “Yeah, she was.”

They walked to another gravestone. “Who was this?”

“This, sweetie, was my boyfriend. He died the same night. I never got to tell him I loved him.” Marie wiped away a tear and kissed two of her fingers and lightly pressed them against the stone. Clotilde nodded and said “So, he would have been my dad?”

Marie nodded and smiled. Afterwards, they walked home again, hand in hand.

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“Good job, honey.”

“Oh, Kent, you flatter me!”

“No, but seriously. I think you changed her heart.”

“I should hope so.”

The two ghosts watched the family walk away. “Yes, I think she is going to be a good person.”