Legal Counsel

Halfway across town, the skinny British girl with the glasses and flame-red hair was staring a hole through the apartment door. On the other side of it was a another red haired girl from the UK, and she needed to talk to her.

Her roommate just didn't understand why she had to do things this way. She hadn't bothered to try explaining it. She was eighteen now. She had to be her own woman, and she knew what kind of woman she wanted that to be. But she needed help.

She pulled the hood of her black sweatshirt down and adjusted her glasses. She drew a deep breath and tried to settle her nerves, but her hand quivered when she reached for the door. She gave it three confident-sounding knocks, and took half a step back to wait.

Morrigan was lounging on her couch when the door knocked. She had her lap top open and was working on some things. With Avalanche season in full swing, she was busier than ever even if she didn't have a match at all. Both Brittany and Taylor were in it and that spelled extra work for the Irish red head. She'd have gone on browsing on her computer until it was time for her to leave so when the knock came, she was a little surprised but ultimately thankful for the break.

However, it was rather unusual for her to get company of any kind. Between her and Brittany, their reputation wasn't so good as to have many friends.

Morrigan shrugged and walked to the door. She looked into the peep hole and saw someone who nearly looked like HER standing there. Morrigan blinked and checked again. If not for the much more lithe frame and the stringier hair, it would be hard to tell the difference. Well, Morrigan was curious now, at least.

She opened the door and looked at the girl. "Can I help you?" She said, her Irish accent coming through, even with just a simple greeting.

Oh, cock. Here goes.

"H-hi... Morrigan. My name is Emily, and I'm Allison Watson's niece, and I was very much hoping that you could. Could we speak, um... could I talk to you?"

Morrigan raised an eyebrow. Who was this stuttering little girl, exactly?

"Who's Allison Watson?" Morrigan said. The name sounded familiar but it wasn't someone she recognized right away. Emily made it sound like she was someone important.

"What are you on about?" She asked, furrowing her brow.

"Um..."

Who was Allison Watson? Was she bloody serious? Had she spent her whole life in a cage!?

"Well... You see, I'm a wrestler, sort of. In Friction. And... Allison Watson is a wrestler as well, and she's quite experienced, and quite famous in England, and she's powerful and impressive, and elegant, and... The thing is, I'd like your help."

Emily's typically sullen demeanor was fractured as her mind pulled her in a thousand directions at once. Maybe this was a mistake, and she should just leave before she got in over her head. Knowing Morrigan, maybe she should run. She wrung her hands and shifted from foot to foot, and while her unsmiling face remained uncommitted to any expression, her eyes wandered restlessly.

"Well, I want to be like my Aunt. That's no secret. But I can't. Not right now. So I want to be like you."

She tried to look Morrigan in the eye, but couldn't, and instead only looked off at the floor.

Morrigan's eyes drooped as Emily extolled the virtues of Allison Watson. She was big in England? Who gave a shit, the British were so far up their own asses they they could check for polyps. The Queen was big in England and she didn't mean shit in Japan.

Morrigan's eyes snapped back to attention when she said she needed Morrigan's help. When she said she wanted to be like Morrigan, the girl's purple eyes flashed.

"Like me, eh?" She said with a grin. "Ok, red, you've got the look, but what else? How AM I?" She said, legitimately curious with the answer.

Answer carefully, Emily.

She tensed, but her eyes became focused, moving slightly side to side as if she was reading something on Morrigan's wall. "You're a bitch," she said, and her heart skipped a beat. "And... You don't fuck about. And if someone tried to push you around or take something from you, you'd know just how to deal with them."

She paused for a moment. Her common London accent was covered by a thin posh veneer that she worked so hard to keep up. "Is that right?"

Morrigan raised her eyebrows at Emily again. She had to say, she liked the brashness. Her answer was quite correct too. "Yeah." She said. "I don't let people fuck with me one bit." She said.

"And sometimes I like to fuck with people just to see the looks on their faces." She said and leaned forward, grinning at Emily. "Is that what you want to do, Emily? Do you want to see someone struggle to breathe as you approach, not knowing exactly what you're going to do to them?"

Morrigan stared into Emily's eyes as her own shone brightly. She'd been a good girl lately, and maybe she WAS a good girl, but there was a part of her that didn't want to let that other part go. What kind of goddess of war laid down her arms in the name of peace.

"What's your favorite movie?" She asked suddenly, keeping her head close to Emily's. "I suppose you want to come in?" She asked. "Well, you'll need to do more than tell me how great I am if that's what you're after."

"Umm..." Emily struggled to come up with a response. She didn't want any of those things.

"My favorite? Um..." That was such an odd question, and it caught her off guard. "I like... Melancholia. And Man On Fire."

She glanced inside the house and wondered if it was even a good idea to go inside. Especially after Morrigan's last remark. "There's someone who's tried to push me around and take away my dreams. Two people, actually. And they did it to try to hurt my aunt. I want you to help me get back at them and teach them to stay away from us."

"Oh yeah, didn't Bing Crosby win an Academy Award for that?" She said with a flippant laugh and pulled away, still looking at Emily.

That IS well and good." Morrigan said as she looked at Emily. "But why do you think that I have any interest in that? Whoever those two are, they aren't bothering me." Morrigan shrugged. "Even if the opportunity does sound fun, I'm pretty busy. Why should I help you out? Just for a lark?" She asked.

"Or do you just want me to show you everything I know and then set you free?" Morrigan let her head roll back and forth like she was weighing the options before finally speaking again. "If you're coming in, then come in. If you want my help, then you'll have to ask for it like a normal person instead of a drug dealer standing in front of my door like you're waiting for me to hand you a baggie." She said and looked around.