Fun with Plagiarism!

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There's a plagiarize yourself party going on at fiercelydreamed's LJ. Here's my contribution. I don't know why this is the first thing I thought of!



Mary-Kate hates few things more than being chased through a cemetery, the choppy ground, the possibility always in the back of her head that the dead might rise up and join the fight against her. Stranger things have happened.

"Come on!" she shouts to Ashley, leading her toward the church.

They dart inside, greeted by the scent of candle wax, the cloy of flowers and incense, a relief. The studio exec that's after them stinks of sulfur and decomposing flesh, and if Mary-Kate weren't so concerned about dying, she'd surely be throwing up. They jam into a confessional and listen, barely daring to breathe. It's a myth that holy ground repels all evil. If a studio exec is strong enough, the Lord's house will simply slow it down a little.

Mary-Kate sits on the bench, her legs folded up, starting to cramp. Ashley looms over her, hands braced against the wall to keep her balance. Mary-Kate thinks randomly about the one semester she spent in Catholic school. They'd study math and spelling in the mornings, but in the afternoons, the bibles would come out and they'd talk about sin and hell and redemption. Mary-Kate had always been so confused. Hell, she knew, happened on earth everyday, and the only kind of salvation she could imagine was an end, not a beginning.

In the close space, Mary-Kate can feel every rise and fall of Ashley's chest, can smell the damp of sweat-soaked clothes. Their eyes collide in the dark, and the look that passes between them is fraught with wordless heresy.

The first lumbering footfall out in the sanctuary makes Mary-Kate jump, and she automatically grabs for her sister's arm. She's been holding on to Ashley all her life, and if they're going to die, that's how she wants to go. They listen and wait. The confessional fills with the stench of fear and a coiled energy, both of them ready to fight.

There's the familiar thud-drag as the studio exec moves in their direction, and Mary-Kate's fingers curve tighter into her sister's arm. Maybe if she throws herself at the thing, Ashley can get away.

But then the steps just…stop. She and Ashley remain perfectly motionless, ears straining. After an eternity of silence, the thud-drag slowly recedes, more labored now, as if the studio exec's power is being drained at last. They wait for the sound to disappear entirely, and then wait some more just to be safe.

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