Plot Twists (1/3)
by Sandra Gray
Place: The loft
Time: Thursday, July 12, 2001, afternoon
Everyone used with permission

Note: LaCroix is in Nick's body.  Just remember that
'coz I just can't call LaCroix "Nickbody." :)


"Hey, look what I found in the garage!" said Min.  She was
carrying a box.

LaCroix looked up at her from his leather chair.  He took
another sip of cow blood, careful to not flinch.  How his
son stomached this stuff--  If it wasn't for the opportunity
to observe Nicholas' followers and what they had found out
about the mysterious switches of personalities that were
occurring, he would have gone back home.

"Twister!" shouted a Knightie whose name he didn't know.
He watched as the two girls unpacked a large plastic sheet
with large colored dots on it and a cardboard square.
"Who wants to play?"

"I'll play," said Katrinka.

Sandra Gray came down the stairs.

"You wanna play Twister, Sandra?" asked Katrinka.

"Good God, no!  I'm not that flexible any more," said Sandra.
She walked on into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

"I'll play," said Brooksie.

LaCroix watched as the four Knightie women took off their
shoes and stood in their stocking feet.  Then Brooksie said,
"Spin for us, Nick?"  She held out the cardboard square.

LaCroix set down his glass of blood and took the square.
It had colored triangles matching the plastic sheet, body
part indicators, and a center metal arrow.  He controlled the
urge to raise an eyebrow in disdain.  Instead, he looked up
at the women and plastered one of Nicholas' pleasant smiles
on his face.  "Sure," he said.

He spun the dial.  When it stopped, he said, "Right foot blue."
He watched as the women put their right feet on the color.
He spun again.  "Left hand yellow."  He kept spinning, and
watched as the women got more and more entangled.  One fell,
taking the others down with her.  LaCroix appropriately
laughed, thinking, *They actually enjoy this pedestrian
entertainment?*  The women got up and waited for him to spin
again.

After three games, Katrinka got up off the sheet and said
breathlessly, "That's enough for me."  Surely if the leader
of Nick's followers was quitting the game, the others would
quit too.  Katrinka grabbed the spinner from LaCroix and he
inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.  She smiled at him and
said, "Your turn."

*Nicholas couldn't--wouldn't do such a thing.*  He picked up
his glass of blood and took a drink of it, his eyes going to
the kitchen.  Sandra Gray was sitting at the table watching
him, a smile forming on her lips.  *Does she suspect?* thought
LaCroix.  He looked back at Katrinka, who was still waiting
expectantly.  He smiled.  "Okay," he said.  He took off his
shoes and rose from his chair, joining the others at the mat.
*I really need to have a long talk with Nicholas,* he thought
glumly as Katrinka spun the dial.

to be continued...


--Sandra Gray, forever Knightie
--sandragray@rica.net