Megan:PassTheBag
From Create Your Own Story
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until you hear the oven door close. Vanessa turns around, smiling and still singing. She picks the bag up from the counter and steps into the garage for a moment, properly disposing of the bag. When she reenters the room, you're still holding your breath. She places her hand on your shoulder and breaks you out of your focused trance.
"You okay, Megan? You haven't said anything since you got here." She steps around you and looks at you, tilting her head to the side slightly and frowning. "It's a bit unlike you."
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine." You say, trying to keep your cool. She smiles at your response and begins to clean the counter, placing the vegetable oil amidst her other cooking... substances - up in a cupboard above the oven. She throws the box away, and walks back to you.
"If something's bothering you, feel free to talk to me, 'kay? You know you can." She embraces you and pats you on the back. "But I hope you're ready to get some major work done on the project. This thing is due in three days." She lets go of you and picks up the eggs, walking over to the fridge. You feel compelled to follow her, and as she opens the fridge door, you feel like you've got another chance. Another chance to end Vanessa. But how? And is now the time?
Not now...
No better rush than bare-handed, you suppose...
Make it quick.
Make it good.
Make it brutal.
