Don't do it. I swear, Jessica, if you-

Niki wasn't happy with Jessica for what she was about to do, but Jessica didn't care. She simply glowered at the reflection in the car window before stomping off to a place against the fence that surrounded the warehouse. The field was mostly matted dry grass, but if this Princess could start fires it would only make it more interesting.

She was dressed like she always was. Tight jeans, a tank top that showed some cleavage, and a loose-fitting leather jacket. Today she added some fingerless gloves just to make it look tougher. And of course, there was the pistol in her jacket pocket. She had made sure the pockets were big enough so that it wouldn't make a noticable bulge.

A few broken limbs then a couple of belly shots would do the trick. Just to see the damn royal's blood flow. And hey, she'd be "queen" after this, right?

All hail the queen.

Jessica smirked.

I visited her today. Just...to see if I could get some clarity on my situation. Didn't help any. Not surprised. Dead people don't talk much.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if she hadn't had her accident. I'm sure she would have been a great aunt, like she was a good older sister.

Guess the Halloween mood got into me.