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annwfynDeep in her hidden lair, Penny Dreadful let out a horrible cackle. One
hand played lightly over the ceramic carapace of her favourite pet. The
deformed ceramic and steel spider monster made a slightly unnerving
sound which either indicated pleasure, or that its internal copper
wiring had come loose and was about to explode in a shower of green and golden sparks again.
Penny considered both options and then decided to banish such concerns from her mind. If the creature was malfunctioning, she had plenty of others, and now was not the time for anxiety. No, now was the time to wallow in her glorious successes of the last nine months.
The best part, she thought, as she tickled the spider monster underneath its chin mounted laser canon, was that the fools had no idea. They had simply accepted the vastly implausible series of deaths of the last nine months as a series of accidents. They had ignored all the laws of probability, statistics, and frankly, common sense, and swallowed all her ruses whole. No one had asked any of the questions that they could have done.
Penny sighed happily. Oh, she had worried at first that her crazed rampage was a little over the top. Was it really reasonable to connive and plot out the assassination of Laine, risking all out freehold war, and sacrificing dear Neve just to ensure that George died too? And whilst Lorica's death had been absolutely essential, she had felt a little bad about the deaths of Moorcroft and that nice market trader in the hat as well. Killing off Perry, Aidan and Dey had really been overkill. She'd been aiming, of course, for Rosie but the irritating little bitch had somehow escaped alive.
Still, now it was all done and dusted, she now saw that it had all been worthwhile. Sometimes sacrifices just had to be made. Well, by other people of course. And some of the side effects of the mass deaths had just been wonderful. At least two of her deadly enemies had been forced out of the country. Both Rosie and Venice had (thankfully) fled these shores and for months she had not been exposed to the horrific objects beloved by both of them which had filled her with fear and dread, which left her utterly weak and vulnerable. Penny rather hoped they were both dead, although she couldn't be sure. At least they were peddling their vile trade elsewhere, and no one left in Lost society seemed to need to cover her in her own personal and horrible Kryptonite anymore.
At least, that was Penny's hope. She carefully began to list the couples that she was aware of in Lost society. Galehaut and Adrianne had thankfully broken up (and that had taken a fair bit of work on her part too!) but Adrianne was now spending a lot of time with Harper. Maybe she should try and encourage him on an 'Adventure' soon, just to be sure. They were looking a little too committed and she did get on quite well with Adrianne. Rosalba was safely single, Worthy and Hjarta had managed to get quietly married off screen without any high risk public events and so both they and their other halves could be safely disregarded. Zenica was never going to be a threat to her.
Were there any others?
One name did float through Penny's mind and her nails scraped painfully across the lurid green shell of her favourite creation.
"Not quite safe yet," she hissed, a slow and malevolent smile spreading across her face.
A variety of new plans of super and mistress-ful villainy chased through her mind. How would she dispose of this new threat? Another 'adventure gone wrong'? No...adventures were quite out of style these days. Some kind of assassination? That might work! Both Mr Sleete and Snaggle had been making some nasty noises along those lines. If not that, then maybe just a freak accident? The walls and ceilings at some of the strange places that Lost society tended to meet in could be awfully unstable.
Penny Dreadful let out a malicious chuckle. She would be victorious once again! No one would defeat her. It was, she supposed, possible that she was making her move a little precipitously this time. After all, no one had even announced an engagement as yet. Still, she decided firmly, it was safer to take no chances. Not after the near disaster of the autumn. Some things just weren't worth the fear and anxiety caused by a near miss.
She was, after all, Penny Dreadful. And no one - absolutely no one - was going to put Penny Dreadful in a bridesmaid dress. No matter what the cost, there would be no pink taffeta, no blue organza, no pretty bouquets, no delicate little fascinators. In fact, there would be absolutely no public wearing of dresses.
She was making sure of it.
Penny considered both options and then decided to banish such concerns from her mind. If the creature was malfunctioning, she had plenty of others, and now was not the time for anxiety. No, now was the time to wallow in her glorious successes of the last nine months.
The best part, she thought, as she tickled the spider monster underneath its chin mounted laser canon, was that the fools had no idea. They had simply accepted the vastly implausible series of deaths of the last nine months as a series of accidents. They had ignored all the laws of probability, statistics, and frankly, common sense, and swallowed all her ruses whole. No one had asked any of the questions that they could have done.
Penny sighed happily. Oh, she had worried at first that her crazed rampage was a little over the top. Was it really reasonable to connive and plot out the assassination of Laine, risking all out freehold war, and sacrificing dear Neve just to ensure that George died too? And whilst Lorica's death had been absolutely essential, she had felt a little bad about the deaths of Moorcroft and that nice market trader in the hat as well. Killing off Perry, Aidan and Dey had really been overkill. She'd been aiming, of course, for Rosie but the irritating little bitch had somehow escaped alive.
Still, now it was all done and dusted, she now saw that it had all been worthwhile. Sometimes sacrifices just had to be made. Well, by other people of course. And some of the side effects of the mass deaths had just been wonderful. At least two of her deadly enemies had been forced out of the country. Both Rosie and Venice had (thankfully) fled these shores and for months she had not been exposed to the horrific objects beloved by both of them which had filled her with fear and dread, which left her utterly weak and vulnerable. Penny rather hoped they were both dead, although she couldn't be sure. At least they were peddling their vile trade elsewhere, and no one left in Lost society seemed to need to cover her in her own personal and horrible Kryptonite anymore.
At least, that was Penny's hope. She carefully began to list the couples that she was aware of in Lost society. Galehaut and Adrianne had thankfully broken up (and that had taken a fair bit of work on her part too!) but Adrianne was now spending a lot of time with Harper. Maybe she should try and encourage him on an 'Adventure' soon, just to be sure. They were looking a little too committed and she did get on quite well with Adrianne. Rosalba was safely single, Worthy and Hjarta had managed to get quietly married off screen without any high risk public events and so both they and their other halves could be safely disregarded. Zenica was never going to be a threat to her.
Were there any others?
One name did float through Penny's mind and her nails scraped painfully across the lurid green shell of her favourite creation.
"Not quite safe yet," she hissed, a slow and malevolent smile spreading across her face.
A variety of new plans of super and mistress-ful villainy chased through her mind. How would she dispose of this new threat? Another 'adventure gone wrong'? No...adventures were quite out of style these days. Some kind of assassination? That might work! Both Mr Sleete and Snaggle had been making some nasty noises along those lines. If not that, then maybe just a freak accident? The walls and ceilings at some of the strange places that Lost society tended to meet in could be awfully unstable.
Penny Dreadful let out a malicious chuckle. She would be victorious once again! No one would defeat her. It was, she supposed, possible that she was making her move a little precipitously this time. After all, no one had even announced an engagement as yet. Still, she decided firmly, it was safer to take no chances. Not after the near disaster of the autumn. Some things just weren't worth the fear and anxiety caused by a near miss.
She was, after all, Penny Dreadful. And no one - absolutely no one - was going to put Penny Dreadful in a bridesmaid dress. No matter what the cost, there would be no pink taffeta, no blue organza, no pretty bouquets, no delicate little fascinators. In fact, there would be absolutely no public wearing of dresses.
She was making sure of it.