The Pen  
by L. Zephaniah 
 
"Some things can't be forgiven, LaCroix." Nick calmly packed his 
suitcase.  
 
LaCroix pouted. "It's not like it's the first time I ever inscribed a 
golden message in the snow outside your door!"  
 
Nick ignored him.  
 
"I've had it cleaned up. Not a trace left. No harm no foul."  
 
Nick shut his suitcase.  
 
"You're moving on because of a drunken prank? My last victim was a 
drunk - guy must've been 80-proof."  
 
Nick approached the door.  
 
LaCroix, angry now, snapped "What's so unforgiveable about peeing 'NICK 
SUCKS' in the snow?"  
 
Nick glared. "In Nat's handwriting?"  
 
LaCroix halted mid-tirade. "You know?" 
 
"This cancels the Fleur debt." 
 
LaCroix sighed. "Agreed." 
 
Nick put down the suitcase. "In writing. Your pee writing." He brought 
out a two page release form. "Contract to be in Screed's handwriting." 
 
LaCroix boggled. "Screed holds the pen?" 
 
"In triplicate. I'll watch." 
 
"You're a hard man, Nicholas." 
 
Nick grinned. "I will be." 
 
 
 
The End.