Sunday, December 25, 2011


To Venice:
Prologue:  The Fiends
Kurt Quezac landed heavily, crouched down on one knee. He had jumped from the rafters. He stood up hastily, careful to make no noise. Kurt pulled back his sleeve and desperately checked his watch. "Where are they?" he muttered, “There always late".

Simone rider pulled up on her luminous green motorbike. She looked up at the back of the scary looking detention facility. It was the complete package, surrounded with chain fences with barbed wire on top. "This'll be fun", she laughed.

Gabrielle Scarlet landed on the roof. She pulled in her scarlet, red wings and ran. She got to the centre of the roof and laughed hard. She couldn't wait.

Wolfie padded out of the forest. He was a wolf. He shifted back to human before someone saw. He was naked, so he looked around. There was the duffel bag. It was blue with a white strip. "Right where he said it would be." He quickly threw on the clothes within the bag.

Cameron Melic entered in through the front door. He glanced around quickly; making sure no one saw him. Well, saw his tan overcoat with big black buttons, the tan hat, the black leather gloves and his big black army boots. He was invisible, hence his nick name the invisible detective. Because that what he was a detective. He smirked. Cameron pulled his revolver and hastily moved down the corridor, his back against the wall.

The light burned into Arsenic Bergovitch's eyes. He cursed under his breath. Agent Langkill was shouting something. Of course Arsenic was being questioned, and by now quite possibly threatened. He wasn't listening though. He was being accused of being a traitor during the Second World War, he was German, and therefore was being questioned why he killed men on his own side. He just hoped 'they' would be here soon.  And how they would.



Kurt was getting impatient. He started pacing up and down the corridor. They were late, too late.  “C’mon, c’mon”, he repeated longingly. Footsteps. Kurt swung the back pack he was wearing around and pulled two hand guns, loaded them and pointed them at the source of the footsteps. Kurt saw the tan overcoat and relaxed. He pointed the guns downward. “You are late”, no matter how hard he tried, the annoyance in his voice still rung through.

Cameron laughed his hearty laugh. “Don’t be a baby, Kurt”.

“I’m not”, he crossed his arms like a five year old.

Cameron shook his head, causing the hat to move. Simone appeared out of nowhere, laughing.  “He’s acting like a five year old again isn’t he?” She stood on her tip toes and kissed Kurt on the forehead. That made him smile. It always did. Gabrielle appeared next, but brought trouble. She came running hard down the corridor.

“HELP!!” she screamed panting hard. She didn’t get in undetected. There were about sixteen guards running, following her down the damp corridor.

“Shit”, Kurt muttered. He threw the guns up fast and shot the gun hard and quickly. Two of the men fell, dead as a doorknob, while the rest pulled ak-47s down from straps on their backs.

“Dammit!” Cameron Shouted taking one out with his revolver with a shot through the skull. He turned and dived in against the wall. Gabrielle followed, landing hard her head hitting the wall. Kurt kept shooting. He had taken out most of them, seven left. The guns clicked, he was out of ammo, and unfortunately didn’t have any more. Simone ran off down a separate corridor, thinking of only getting away from the shoot out.

Kurt was an alleged hit man, the best in the business. He had dark brown hair, and pale white skin. He was trained with any weapon he could get his hands on. He pulled down the scythe he kept strapped to his back, for good measure he always said. Without a care in the world, as if it was a morning stroll, he ran hard at the guards. He jumped and did a front- flip, dodging an array of bullets. He landed right in front of the guards.

 “Hello”, he smiled cheerfully. Kurt slashed the scythe at one of the guards and severed him of his head, He spun quickly giving a sharp round house kick to another guards head, and then just before another one could shoot He elbowed him hard and low in the stomach.  All the guards he had just inflicted pain or death on, fell to the ground. Kurt rolled away and fired his scythe at a guard who followed him. The three remaining guards ran after him down the corridor.

Cameron got up and sighed. Wolfie strolled in. Gabrielle rushed over and kissed him on the lips. “Hey babe,” Wolfie said kissing her back.

“Adam!” Cameron growled.


“Where have you been?”

“Oh you see I’m after taking out twenty guards.”


Adam sighed. He brushed his long wavy brown hair out of his eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” He handed Cameron his phone and showed him a photo of a pile of guards, bitten, torn and bloodied. “See?”

Cameron shook his head. “Lets go”, he said annoyed.



Arsenic collided with the floor hard. Langkill had lost it. He was gone red in the face, veins showing looking like they were about to pop. Arsenic had the ability to control fire, that’s how he got the nickname he had. He used to go around and burn down small cottages and wooden barns during the war. Langkill stood over him, screaming and spitting at Arsenic. It was swear words. Arsenic didn’t give a damn though, he also was very good at not listening…

He was running impatient, they should be here he kept telling himself. Some lot of good they were.  Rescuers they called themselves? More like dopey daydreamers.


Simone ran fast and skilfully, like she was taught when she was younger. She was the greatest pickpocket in the world, everyone seemed to have had said to her. Her family had been poor, but she had brought watches, wallets and other expensive items home for them. Her mother used to laugh at her sometimes on her ability to never be detected.

Her black silky hair shone in the dim lilted corridor now. She took a sharp right. Kurt flew straight into Simone, and they both fell onto the ground. “Ouch,” they both said in unison.

Cameron, Wolfie and Gabrielle made their way down a series of identical, dreary corridors. They were separated from Simone and Kurt, and god knows they were probably separated too. Cameron heard shouts and screams coming from the corridor just ahead. A man in his thirty’s came running down the hall a flaming, Smokey mess. Arsenic walked out of a room. Cameron laughed so did the others two.

“Ye took yer feckin time” Arsenic growled.


Simone and Kurt had gotten ultimately lost. The corridors were the same, damp, dark and dreary. Simone kept glancing back every few seconds just to make sure no one was following them although it was hardly likely. They just made there fifth right turn, and were fed up. Kurt pulled his mobile phone and rang Gabrielle. No signal. He looked around and saw loads of black solid oak doors, with big shiny brass handles. He sighed and said:

“Let’s look in there”, Kurt pointed to the nearest black door. Simone nodded. They walked over and pushed the big heavy door inwards. There were people in here, all chained up to the wall moaning and sobbing. Kurt looked horrified and quickly glanced doing a head count, everyone added up to at least twenty- five. He was about to run and stat breaking locks when he noticed something. A big metal throne was built right in the middle of the room. It was beautifully decorated with jewels. He knew exactly then it was a trap. Three heavily armed guards jumped out from behind the throne, they held spears and swords. The guards charged swiftly at Simone and Kurt.

Simone reacted quickly pulling two small flexible throwing knives. She threw one and it hit the guard who was nearest them in the chest with a hard thud. She jumped at one of the others and slashed his chest. He grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. Simone spun twisting the guards arm; she grabbed it and effectively shattered it. He fell to the ground.

Kurt kicked the remaining guard and sent him sprawling, quickly grabbed the guards spear and jabbed it straight through the helpless mans eyes. There was screams.  Simone ran over to a prisoner and started to break the chains, when another man walked out, in his late twenty’s or so.

The man introduced himself as Klaus. He had dark blue, cropped hair. He spoke with a high pitched voice.

“So you’re here to join my collection of freaks?”

“What?!?”  Simone and Kurt shouted together in disgust.

“Why these people here”, Klaus said indicating to the prisoners.

“There like us?” Simone asked horrified.

Klaus nodded. Kurt wanted to rush forward and break the man’s nose.  Simone had a similar feeling. Klaus laughed. “I’m like you, the two of you, you know.” he continued with outright disgust “I can read minds. And I just heard what both of you thought.”


“Oh yeah, right so, you can read minds? Huh?” Kurt shouted the next bit. “SO YOU CAN READ WHAT PAIN THESE PEOPLE ARE FEELING?”

He grabbed one of Simone’s daggers and threw it hard at Klaus. Klaus reacted swiftly and did a somersault and landed behind the throne. He then disappeared. The couple looked confused at first but, soon saw to letting the prisoners out, most of which ran off, down the mysterious maze of corridors and rooms.

All the prisoners were free, only five had stayed. Kurt asked them their names.

A little boy stepped forward, he was about eleven. “Did you find my dad? They took him, last night, for questioning, but I knew better, everyone does, people don’t come back.” he started to sob.

Simone felt sorry for the kid. She stepped forward and knelt down in front of him. “What’s your name?”

The fair skinned boy looked her in the eyes “Trey, Trey Bergovitch.”
Surprise sprung to Simone and Kurt’s faces, they said together:

“Arsenic’s son?”

Trey nodded. “Yeah”, Simone continued, “he’s part of our team…”


Cameron and the rest of the team walked into the room, to find five strangers and Kurt and Simone. They rushed forward. Cameron glanced at them.

Kurt looked serious, Simone’s face dropped and Trey smiled. He ran and gave Arsenic a hug. Cameron looked to Kurt curiously. Kurt opened his mouth to explain the situation but Cameron interrupted:

 “Save the story till later, we need to go”; he said sternly “they’ve got machine gunners at every exit and we need to get out, because they’ve got guards in this place, patrolling, we just fought and killed about fifty.”

The four prisoners that stayed looked terrified. One of them piped up, “We are going to die aren’t we?” The team laughed.

“No, we aren’t, we will get out of here no problem, I promise you, we promise you.” Cameron wasn’t entirely sure if that was true though.


They were out again, searching the corridors, looking for an exit when, bullets ricocheted off the walls. They all screamed out of surprise and shock.  Everyone dropped to the floor. Kurt and Gabrielle grabbed each other and charged forward, crawling on their stomachs, intending to try and fight. They breached the dust and saw about forty guards, all running forward, about to try and kill the eleven people.  Gabrielle screamed, alerting the machine gunners to start up again.

Kurt sighed and pulled Gabrielle back into the dust, where there was a less likely chance they would be shot. When they reached the others Kurt informed them on what they were facing.

“Shit”, Cameron moaned.

And then they were a blast, a blast of blue immense energy. It illuminated the dust cloud and they could see every guard falling to the ground, either dead or seriously injured. The machine guns exploded, sending sparks and fire everywhere. Arsenic grinned.

 ‘How did that happen?’ Cameron wondered to himself.

“C’mon”, Cameron said, “let’s get out of here.”


When they finally found their way out, through big heavy metal doors, they came out on a huge courtyard. The team instantly regretted it. There were hundreds of guards all lined with guns and swords and other various different weapons.  It scared everyone. It was perilous, maybe even suicidal, but what it did most was excite the team. The six of them spread out in a line facing the hundreds of guards.  Cameron beckoned the other five. Trey was the only one who didn’t hesitate. He lined up beside his father happily. The others feebly lined up behind them. Then the guards started shooting.

There were bullets flying everywhere, everyone dodging them masterfully, even the five who were reluctant. They seemed to have concluded it would just be easier to fight.  They were all young, two men and two women. One of the men, about in his twenties with bright red hair, jumped and landed on four paws. He had turned into a fox. He ran forward with newly founded confidence and jumped into a crowd of guards. He didn’t get shot or killed miraculously.  His name was Jesse Anderson, but was nicknamed ‘Red’ because of his hair. He bit and tore into guard after guard, without a scratch. Wolfie wasn’t impressed; he shifted into his wolf form, losing all his clothes. He raged on through the small army killing them swiftly and easily.

Simone ran towards one of the surrounding walls and jumped; she grabbed onto a ledge and swung herself over onto a platform that ran all the way around the court yard. She looked around her and spotted a gun. It was a sniper to be exact. She picked it up and made sure it was loaded. She then began sniping guards at will.

Cameron still had a few bullets in his revolver. He shot a couple of guards and put it away. He ran on and started to fight with his hands. He snapped a few necks and kicked a few spines. He was starting to have fun.

One of the women, who had come with the team from the room where they had been imprisoned, was small and petite. Her name was Jenna Vilk. She produced a couple of coin like objects and they enlarged into big metal disks. She flung them at the machine guns and they blew up. She then went along killing guards with them.

The other man produced a long wooden cane. His name was Riley Beavers.  He walked fast with it, swinging and jabbing at guards. He swiftly dodged a guard with a sword and clicked his fingers. A shard of blue light sparked and the man turned to dust. Cameron spotted it and he laughed.

‘That man might not know it, but he’s our ticket out.’ he thought to himself.

Gabrielle sprouted her wings and took to the sky. She ducked and dived attacking numerous guards, kicking and punching. Her scarlet red hair matched her wings. She dodged bullets, but was unfortunate to get hit by one just under the shoulder, right where her wing connected to her body. She dropped to the ground like a ton of bricks.

Kurt snapped a man’s neck and grabbed his gun. He started shouting and shooting, almost instantly.

The second woman took out two whips and whipped three oncoming guards.  Her name was Emily Aramid.  She choked another one and dodged a bullet. She glanced at the man with the cane. She was attracted to him but felt sorry for him at the same time. They had burned his eyes out with acid. He was blind now, but he could see through vibrations in the ground, he could also control plasma energy the one he was killing people with.

The numbers of guards reduced dramatically. There were barely a hundred left. Cameron made his way over to Riley. He said:

“Son we got to get outta here”, he continued, “I need you to create a ball of energy like the one you blew up in the tunnel. Can you do that?”

Riley looked up at him. His sockets were empty. Cameron nodded and said “I know what they did. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll get you a pair of eyes, they won’t work but I know you can see because of the vibrations.”

Riley looked taken back “Thanks mister. How do you know? I know you’re invisible too.” He continued “I’ll do it.”

He snapped his fingers out and a ball of energy exploded from them. It blasted towards the remaining soldiers and they turned to ash instantly. Everyone cheered. They were safe.


With everyone acquainted, Jesse and Wolfie dressed and back to human form, Cameron stood up. There were back in the old abandoned ware house they had set up their base in years ago. It got reactivated but shut down again. It was full of wooden crates and other items. The team had split and went separate ways about a year ago, and when they heard word of Arsenic being captured, they decided to get back together to break him out.

“So”, Cameron said happily “We made it”, everyone cheered, “and” he continued, “The teams back together, and with five new members as well, not a bad day.” He nodded. “And I would like to make a toast”, He said taking his wine glass “To the Imaginary Fiends!”

~ Flame

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Purple Rose of Glittah!

*Please note. This is a Purple Roses story that takes place shortly after the current story takes place. This is dedicated to Legolas.

The winter sun shone brightly on the blond curls of Legolas as she walked through the streets of London giving her an angelic appearance. Stylishly dressed in a trench coat she became the focus of many wondering eyes. She was on a mission though and didn't take any notice of the double takes she was getting. Instead she adjusted her sun glasses and frowned a bit. Someone had told her that London was usually foggy and cold this time of year. Clearly they lied. While it was somewhat chilly it was nothing to the December winters back home in Connecticut. There was not even snow here. Nor was their any fog. The Christmas lights that decorated the town looked odd and out of place in the unusual weather.
“So much for the land of Sherlock Holmes.” She muttered disappointed.
She loved mystery and on a day like today there was no hint of mystery anywhere.
“Focus, Legolas.” She breathed softly trying to remember the whole point of her being there in London.
It was she who had been selected by the Board of Purple Roses to fly to England to recruit another member. At Christmas time. The usual English agents who did the missions in the U.K were all busy on another important assignment or on break.
Legolas casually slipped out from her bag the photo of the girl she was to recruit. Genesis Aggelos. The picture showed a girl with soft blond hair framing the delicate face of a classic English beauty. It had been recently discovered that the girl possessed many talents and abilities the agency sought. Trouble was, other agency's wanted her too. The Purple Roses had to get to her first.
Lego felt her heart quicken and hastily put the picture away. But she could not get the image out of her mind of those glorious intelligent eyes. What was this strange pull she was feeling? She had not even met this girl yet,. Legolas reached the front steps of a town home and took another deep breath. It was time to be professional. The others where counting on her.
She quickly pulled her face into a professional friendly smile and was about to knock when the door was opened and SHE was standing there.
Genesis posed there for a moment with a mild surprised look on her perfect face. It looked like she had been heading out for a meeting some place else.
“Miss Aggelos?” Legolas inquired politely with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“Yes. That's me.” She responded, an look of dawning understanding unfolding across her features. “You must be Legolas. The agent from the Purple Roses. You are early.”
Legolas gulped feeling slightly outdone by the brilliant smile given by one Miss Aggelos.
“No.” She responded, somewhat flustered while trying to keep her professional voice. “I have the time right here. Three O'clock in the afternoon we are to meet right here. Agent Kallista even set the time for me.......”
Legolas let her sentence trail off and she faceplamed. Genesis laughed softly.
“It's noontime.” Genesis smiled. “Perhaps the jet leg has gotten you confused. It happens to everyone.”
“No.” Legolas muttered softly, vowing to get her hands around Kallista's neck when she got back. “It is purely my fault. In the last minutes before leaving to come here a fellow co-agent came to “help” me out. I should have double checked knowing who it was who helped me. I apologize.”
Legolas tried to keep the flush from spreading over her cheeks but it was too late. Things were not going good. Little did she know they were about to become worse.
His voice was oddly high pitched and sounded familiar.
“How strange.” Genesis murmured peering around Lego at the vendor on the street. “We usually don't get vendors of that sort anymore. Certainly not selling something so random. How curious.”
“Indeed.” Lego nodded trying to keep the strain from her voice. She needed to get to the vendor before things became more awkward.
“I am sorry Miss Legolas. I really must go now to my other appointment.” Genesis smiled. “I promise I will be back here at three O'clock and we can discuss our business then.”
Lego nodded and stepped aside for her.
“I look forward to it Miss Aggelos.”
Lego waited for just a few more moments before rushing down the steps and towards the vendor.
“Kallista Pendragon! What are you doing here?” Lego hissed at her softly.
“Well! Hello there little lady!” Kallista laughed with false bravado , nervously trying to maintain her disguise.
Lego looked on in disbelief at the getup Kallista was in. Wearing bright blue trousers with a matching shirt, a tie with the Hello Kitty trademark on it, a badly placed gray wig resembling that of an old balding man and a hairy thing under her nose which Lego presumed was meant to be a mustache. The worst think of the whole outfit was the sparkling rainbow suspenders Kallista was wearing. On second thought, the suspenders were really epic in Legos mind and she wanted them. Badly. But they did not work well with the rest of Kallie's odd disguise. Nothing worked well. But there was Kallista beaming at her proudly. The mustache started to slip off but Kallista didn't appear to notice.
“Hey! Lego!” She whispered in an over loud conspiratorial voice while leaning in close.”It's really me! Kallista!”
“Yes, Kallista.” Lego half turned away rolling her eyes as she sighed. “I called out your name. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah!” Kal responded, looking at Lego with admiration in her eyes. “You are REALLY good at this!”
“Yeah, sure.” Lego responded then asked in a low voice.”Why are you here?”
Kal masked her face into one of intense drama. “I came to warn you about the time. It is NOT the correct time.”
Lego faceplamed. Again.
“Yes. I found that out Kallista.”She muttered wearily. “ Did you REALLY come to England just for that?”
Legolas' phone vibrated just then and she looked down at the text message. It was from Lizzy.
“Hmmm..It appears you are on a training exercise in the art of disguise. I am suppose to be the observer in addition to my other duties.” She finished reading out loud in a dry voice. “Lizzy says you where suppose to come tomorrow.”
“But that's today!' Kallista insisted. “I checked the times myself.”
“Of course you did.” Lego muttered exasperated. “Hold on a minute Kal. I am going to text Lizzy.”
She wandered a few feet away while Kal opened up a fortune.
“Cool!” She heard Kal exclaim. “It says that I am going to meet a man in a uniform. I LOVE men in uniform!”
Lego shook her head and turned away and began to text. So involved in her conversation with Lizzy she didn't notice the commotion behind her right away. When she did, her jaw dropped open and she groan inwardly. Oh WHY did she have to be stuck with Kallista?
A London policeman stood there questioning Kallista. Lego suspected a local resident had noticed the unusual activity outside their home and had called the cops.
“What is you name sir?” The cop was asking again, politely but firmly.
Kallista looked slightly panicked. Clearly she had not thought things through. Then she got that “Aha face” where she thought she could outwit another person. Lego wanted to run and hide.
“No! What's YOUR name?” Kal spoke in an exaggerated voice and tried to stand taller then the cop.
The cop was not amused.
“ I am the police Sir, and have been called to investigate a disturbance here. Unless you cooperate I will be forced to arrest you.”
“GUS!” Kallista blurted out suddenly, wild eyed.
The cop hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Pardon me?”
“My name is Gus!” Kallista repeated as she smirked, proud of her “quick” thinking.
Lego sighed and begin texting again. No doubt the Roses where going to be busy getting Kallista out of another jam.
She was right. A moment later after “Gus” failed to produce a license for selling on the streets, Kallista panicked. Wildly she pointed above the police man's head and shouted.
He merely raised an eyebrow at her. Kallista made a weird grunting noise as she threw a handful of fortune cookies at the policeman and dashed madly off. It was yet another epic fail for Kallista's training. As the startled policeman took off after the oddly dressed “Gus” Legolas counted in her head the number of fails Kallista had just in the art of disguise. She lost count. She saw the man take out his radio and call for help.
Sighing she started walking in the direction that Kallista had taken off in. Casting one last lingering look back at Genesis's town home, she called Lizzy instead of texting. If Kallista made her miss this meeting, she was not sure she could forgive her.
“Let me guess. Kallista messed up again.” Lizzy's voice greeted her.
“She's being pursued by the local authorities now.” Lego confirmed grimly. “The scheduled meeting maybe delayed.”
“I have some agents nearby in Scotland on a mission. I will send them to help diffuse the situation immediately. Hang tight!” Lizzy replied then hung up.
Lego put her phone away, her mood getting bleaker just like the weather. What happened to the sun? It was getting chillier too. She glanced up at the sky to see the gray clouds rolling in blocking out the sun. Just a day till Christmas yet already the fifth day of Chanukah. It was a time to celebrate yet here she was far from home in the middle of yet another rescue mission to help Kallista.
Rounding the corner in a sprint she stopped suddenly at the mass of people who were gathered in the park square. Straining her eyes she searched the crowd for her wild insane friend. It was the police man she spotted first. He was with some friends by now and all of them cops. They were just beginning to surround the park when the mass of people broke into a song. It was a flash mob.
“Of course!” Legolas shook her head exasperated. “What next?”
She never should have said that.
Unable to get free from the mob where she had tried to hide, Kallista now found herself trapped with all the singing dancing people. The cops wisely hung back and waited for their prey to emerge. But Kallista saw them. Eying them crazily she did her best to blend in with the mob who were doing a sort of Scottish Highland dance. It was quite the spectacle; a supposedly older middle age man with rainbow suspenders, dancing strangely and out of sync. In horror Lego watched helplessly at what happened next. Trying to keep up with everyone, Kallista accidentally kicked the man in front of her. A series of events followed in quick succession. First Kallista's pants ripped when she did a weird leapy thing. Next the guy who was kicked fell into the next person who then fell into the next person creating a domino effect. In a matter of seconds everyone had fallen and the music had stopped.
The pedestrians who were watching gasped as soon the only one left standing was a weird looking older man with sparkling rainbow suspenders and torn pants; bright pink undies showing through the butt area. Kallista looked around uncertain and a bit sheepish and gave a sort of awkward wave. Then the clasps on the suspenders broke snapping Kallista in the face and her ripped pants drooped down around her ankles.
“Move in!” The cop close to Lego signaled the other cops.
Lego had to get to Kallista first! But the flash mob and pedestrians had other idea. Almost rising as one and with one mind, the enraged crowd of people stood and someone shouted.
Kallista screamed crazily and began running as fast as she could, leaping out of the trousers as she did so. The policemen did their best to get through the crowd but there was no stopping the angry mob.
Lego stood there a moment stunned when she noticed something. One person remained behind from the mob. It was none other then Genesis. The beautiful blond was bending over the castoff remains of the pants, the rainbow suspenders still attached. Legolas approached her carefully.
“I did not know you would be part of the flash mob.” Lego remarked, surprised.
“Yes.” Genesis replied with a smile. “This was the appointment I had to leave for earlier.”
Genesis looked down at the suspenders.
“Looks like it can be fixed.” She said with a spark in her eyes. “I am glad. It's made with glitter and I just love glitter!”
“Really?” Lego replied, her eyes widening. “So do I!”
Gen raised her head and looked at Lego with a half smile.
“I think I might like you.” Genesis quipped.
Legolas laughed. The feeling was mutual.
“So you are an agent for the Purple Roses.” Genesis looked at her admiringly. It was a good feeling.
“That is correct. I see you read the brief synopsis I sent you.” Legolas responded, pleased.
“Yes, I did . I also saw the other offer from the other agency. But I think I like your offer better.” Genesis replied. “I feel that I am a better fit with your agency, that my talents will be utilized better there. Besides, I have a feeling that this is where I should be. I always trust my gut feelings.”
Lego smiled and nodded in approval. It was always best to trust your gut feelings.
A growing noise interrupted her interlude with Genesis. It was Kallista running back. The wig she had been wearing had fallen off long ago revealing a mass of knotted up black hair that stuck up everywhere.
Genesis and Lego watched open mouth as Kallista started running in slow motion with hands outstretched as if nearing the finishing point of a race. The theme from Chariots of Fire could be heard coming from her as she won her imaginary race. Then remembering she was being chased, she gave another shriek of terror and raced past Lego and Genesis.
“HELP ME!” She blurted as she streaked past. Then. “I'M STILL BEAUTIFUL!”
“Friend of yours?” Genesis cocked her head at Lego.
“ guess in a way....” Lego shoved her hands in her trench coat pocket.
Genesis only laughed. “I guess I definitely won't be bored with your agency!”
The mob reached them and then passed them, still in search of the flash mob wrecker.
“Should we help her?” Genesis asked.
“Help is already here.” Lego told her as she looked up, smiling.
From high up a helicopter appeared. Three figures dressed all in black with face masks dropped down form the helicopter. One person stayed just behind the mob while the other two took off in opposite directions. Just in time too, Legolas thought as she saw Kallista had stopped and was facing everyone.
Fireworks lit up the winter skies coming from the single hooded figure. The mob turned around and quieted down while watching the firework display.
Kallista too watched it open mouthed. “SO beautiful-”
She was cut off as one of the other figures in black came up behind her and grabbed her. Putting an arm around her waist the figure shot back up to the sky. When Lego looked again the other two men were beside them.
“We need to go now Lego.” Niall said.
Lego obediently grabbed hold of him even as he put his arms around her.
“You ready, Hellboy?” Niall asked his partner who was with Genesis.
“Hell, yeah! Let's go!” Was the enthusiastic reply.
Then they too were pulled back up into the helicopter.
Once in the helicopter, Lego moved to go sit near the front as it flew away. Kallista was there leaning her head on Octaboona's shoulder.
“My hero.” She murmured into his ear.
“My dear?” He whispered back.
“You lost your trousers again.”
“Trousers are so overrated.” She smiled secretly.
Lego just stared.
“You planed this whole thing didn't you?” She accused Kallista in astonishment as realization struck her. “You knew ahead of time about Genesis, the flash mob, EVERTHING! You put this all together just to be rescued by Octaboona!”
Lego took a moment to glace incredulous at Genesis then back at Kallista who was suddenly asleep.
“Faker!” Lego sneered while shaking her head.
Kallista giggled and snuggled closer to Octa only to pause long enough to open an eye, wink then nod towards Genesis who was chatting with Hellboy.
All three of the boys had taken off their masks by then. Niall made his way towards the pilots chair where a lovely redhead was flying the helicopter.
Legolas took the opportunity to go sit beside Genesis who was still holding on to the rainbow suspenders.
“Here. I think you should have these.” Genesis said. “It's Christmas time. My present to you.”
Carefully Lego took the sparkling colorful suspenders and knew this would always be a treasured object. It had brought into her life a kindred spirit.
“Thank you Genesis.” Lego smile.
“Call me Gen.” She nodded.
Hellboy came back to them with a couple of glasses and some eggnog.
“Cheers you all!” He hugged them after he poured them the drink. “ MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY CHANUKAH!”
They all raised their glasses except Kallista who was not allowed any eggnog.
“You get too insane!” Venice shouted back from the front over the noise of the helicopter. “Well, insaner!”
Kallista grumbled as everyone laughed. Legolas relaxed for the first time in a while. She was on her way home and as she looked outside, she saw it was snowing. The best part was that she was surrounded by her friends and the beginning of a promising new one. It was something to celebrate.
“I love you guys!” She smiled.
“We love you too!” Kallista launched herself at Lego in a hug.
As they both fell backwards off the seat, a small bottle of something fell from Kallista's breast pocket.
For a second they all looked at it blankly then Hellboy shouted. “IT'S ONE OF KALLISTA'S GLITTER BOMBS! DIVE FOR COVER!”
He dove madly away, covering his head as he did so. The others followed his example.
Then as if on cue the tiny bomb exploded covering Lego and Kallista with glitter.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Happy Birthday NJ!!!

Nj's cake exploded.
Icing flew everywhere, splattering onto her face and clothes as she sighed. Kallista cackled, tears streaming from her eyes
as she tried to regain control of herself. NJ just shook her head, wiping icing from her eyes; she should have guessed kal
would do something like this...ESPECIALLY on someone's birthday.
As it was, today was NJ's 15th. The birthday girl sat at the large table adhorned with gifts of all shapes and sizes:
A huge fat ginger cat sat with an evil glare; a silver nametag stamped with the name "Boffin" hung from a collar, and a pink
party hat clung to its head with a small piece of elastic. Boffin didn't look amused. A unicorn stood munching on a bright
flower that sprung from a huge pink hat. A large box of dog-flavoured jelly beans lay beside it- unsurprisingly, unopened.
Even a small wand lay amid the wrapping paper and the many other odd gifts she had recieved from her friends.
Rachel sighed, but grinned happily, pulling her gift of an I-Heart-Scotland jumper from its wrapping. She threw it to NJ, who
eyes it with amusement, but easily got the message. Leaving the room, she went to go change out of her cake-covered t-shirt.
NJ returned a few minutes later to find everyone chatting and playing with the assortment of gifts. She smiled, adjusting the
red Scotland jumper, before sneeking up behind Kal, who was playing about with something that was hidden from NJ's view.
"BWAAAAA!!!" Yelled NJ, pulling a contorted face at her friend. Kal screamed, spinning around, as the object came into view.
The wand glowed in Kal's hand, instantly sending a stream of golden lightening to connect with NJ's chest.
Several voices began to yell, but the words did no good. With a startled shriek and a puff of brilliant purple smoke, NJ
The wand reurned to normal, quietness descending on the room.
Kallista broke it:
NJ did not dissappear- she mearly just shrank to the size of a really stubby thumb.
She froze, gazing at everything that now seemed too big, before a massive foot forced her to dive out of the way. Her little
heart was pumping, legs doing FAR too much work to get her across such a small distance. More giant feet made their way over
to the spot where she'd just stood, and NJ tried desperately to get their owners' attention, but her little voice had become
no more than a small squeek to her friend's ears. They couldn't hear her, and their huge feet were in real danger of crushing
her small form, so she just ran- trying to escape the shuffling shamble of shoes.
NJ managed to reach the table leg without too much trouble. She stopped to both get her breath back, and take in her enlarged
surroundings. She blinked. This birthday had taken a bit of an odd twist...even by her standards.
"Now how the hell do i get back to normal without getting squashed?!"
A low hiss erupted from behind. NJ turned slowly, eyes wide, as she came face to face with a grumpy looking Boffin.
"Ah...Slightly problematic." She was answered with gleaming eyes, watching her every move. She suddenly felt like a mouse-
vulnerable and almost surely about to be eaten...
Boffin lunged, claws outstreched, and NJ barely had enough time to duck behind the table leg before he ploughed through the
space where she'd just stood. Her little legs took off again, racing across the space underneath the table, heading for a
fallen fork that lay forgotten beneath a chair.
She gasped for breath, becoming painfully aware that Boffin was rapidly closing the gap between them. He screeched in anger
as she spead away, but, if possible, that only made her go faster. She looked forward in hope- only another ten small-feet to
go; the fork was in sight.
Boffin screached again then leaped, sailing through the air before coliding with NJ's small figure. She shrieked and went
spawling, the cat's paws pinning her to the ground. The cat glared at her, squeesing its paw on her chest- toying with her
like it would a mouse. She reached out desperately for the fork; it was only centimeters away.
However, it was still human centimeters, and the piece of cutlery remained JUST out of reach. NJ growled, frustrated and
pounded Boffin's paw. She hit it again, this time on the soft fleshy skin inbetween the digits, which caused his to hiss and
recoil slightly.
NJ took her chance, reaching for the fork, gripping the cold handle and swinging it across her small body to grip it with
both hands. It was surprisingly heavy, but NJ found the weight oddly comforting, and swung it into Boffin's startled face
when he reurned for another go at her.
The cat snarled angrilly, recoiling in pain. NJ just uped and ran- out towards the massive feet, aiming for a particular pair
of shoes.
She found herself racing again -fork in hand- towards a big brown shoe, sure that the cat was not far behind. She reached it
fairly quick, easily dodging the other shuffling feet, and scrambled on board. She raised her hands, bringing the fork point
down -as gently as she could- into Kallista's shoe, hopefully just hard enough to get her attention, and not skewer her foot
to the floor.
As it was, Kal gave a yelp of surprise, snapping a startled head down to see a tiny NJ standing on her foot brandishing a
fork. She blinked, as did all of NJ's other friends who had gathered around after her sudden dissapearence, and were now all
frozen staring at their very small friend.
Suddenly Boffin pounced from under the table, stirring the group into action.
"Stop that cat!" someone yelled, as Kal scooped up NJ in her hand and placed her on the tablecloth, readying the wand that
was still clutched in her hand.
"Don't worry! I'll have you back in a jiffy!" Kal began to wave her hand, but was cut off abruptly when the raging cat
crashed into her chest. Kal shrieked, but Boffin used her to vault off, leaping towards NJ up on the tablecloth.
But the distance was too much- Boffin dissapeared from NJ's sight as he fell back towards the ground. The cat reached out
with its claws, digging into the cloth that draped over the table's side. A sudden jerk and the tablecloth began to follow
the hissing cat to the floor- and NJ along with it.
A piercing squeak sounded in Kal's ears as she scooped up the wand again, looking back to see her tiny friend falling head
over heals towards Boffin's waiting -and gaping- mouth.
"Bad kitty!!" Kal yelled, releasing a stream of gold lightening to envelop NJ. Everyone held their breath.
A brilliant puff of purple smoke, and NJ reappeared in front of them- full size once again- and contined on her fall to the
ground, landing abruptly on the rather surprised Boffin.
"oops..." NJ grinned, gettin up to let the dazed cat scamper off. Walking over to Kal, she quickly plucked the wand from her
friend's grasp, "I think I'll hand onto this..."
Kal nodded glumply, but everyone readily agreed.
As everyone else went back to laughing, discussing NJ's recent adventure, or eating cake, Kal looked around. The unicorn
abruptly stopped munching on the hat, and eyes Kal with a playful stare.
"Hmmm..." said Kal with a grin, before shuffling over, trying to look inconspicuous...

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Im lazy, and Im proud.

        After Fred left, Madison abandoned her stack of parchment and trudged off the the bed in the room specially designed for her. Spending your nights in a room with 2o other beds could get pretty lonely, so Dumbledore presented her with this, an elegant room with a kitchen and bathroom. 
        She swung the door open and kicked it shut behind her. Throwing her bad onto the couch, and leaped into her bed, snuggled under the sheets, and closed her eyes, the wonders of sleep drifting over her immediately.
        She woke to a piercing noise in her ear, only to find Peeves whistling sharply. She sat up,"Oi!" He cackled and flew away into the ceiling, leaving her cursing darkly. She squeezed her eyes shut again, but it didn't seem like she was going back to sleep, so she scowled, and swung her legs off the bed. Rubbing her eyes, she walked blindly off to her closet, and smacked into the wall instead of the opening.
 She stepped to the right and walked through, grabbing the first shirt she saw. She pushed her head through, and stripped of her sweats, pulling on a pair of dark shorts. With a snap, the closet door closed, and she wandered off to her small kitchen.
         Opening the fridge, she briefly skimmed through choices in her mind. When she stopped on one she liked, (bacon and eggs with a side of buttered toast and pumpkin juice), she closed her eyes, pictured it in her head, and when she opened her eyes again her meal was right in front of her.
          She absently grabbed the food, her mind on other things as she nibbled on her toast thoughtfully. She thought of Harry, and debated on sending him a letter about the Quidditch World Cup. She decided not to, for she would get his hopes up higher, and if Ron's dad didn't get the tickets....
          But as if in answer to her thoughts, a tiny owl appeared at her window. Grinning, she set down her food and rushed over to unlatch the window. She ushered the owl inside, and decided to go to Diagon Alley today, for she desperately wanted an owl. She should bring Harry....No. She would see him soon enough. Ripping open the letter, she read down at Ron's crooked scrawl.
         'Dear Madison.
                              DAD GOT THE TICKETS! We're all so excited! I've sent a letter to Harry, to tell him too! Your to come over on Saturday. Mum said she would appreciate it if you came around 5' o clock, but Im sure you could come whenever you like. Sent word back with your answer!
           Grinning widely, Madison slurred back a hasty,"Of course," with her quill. She tied it around the tiny owls scrawny leg, and shoved him out the window. He flew off into the sky, and Madison watched him turn into a dark speck against the clouds, and disappear. With nothing better to do, she marched off to the Owlery. She coaxed a tawny owl off its perch, and tied a letter to its arm the said,"Fred and George. Come over, I've to go to Diagon Alley, rather not do it alone." For the second time in five minutes, she shoved the owl out the window, and turned her back on it.
            The next 30 minutes or so was filled with eggs, bacon, and toast. As she finished wiping her hands, a loud crack sounded, and Mrs.Weasley, Fred, and George stood in front of her.
"Thanks mum."
Mrs.Weasley smiled warmly at Madison, who waved back, and vanished.
Madison grinned at the twins, who grinned back. "Thank Merlin you called, Mum was killing us." said George. Madison frowned,"Why?" Fred looked at her darkly,"She spent the whole morning making us wash the attic," Madison rolled her eyes,"Your too lazy."
Fred nodded,"I'm lazy, and I'm proud."

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Lunch calls me.

             Madison blinked quickly, her bright peculiarly colored eyes readjusting to the new found sun. Before she could completely got used to it, though, a familiar hand yanked her away from the door, and further down the road.
"Hurry up, Madison, your so slow sometimes."
 The voice and hand belonged to Fred Weasley, and she allowed herself to be yanked, ignoring her natural instinct to break anyone's arm who dared touch her. As they walked further along, two other boy's came into sight. First they were dark blobs against the vivid setting sun, but then they sharpened, and she saw one head of flaming red hair, and one dark brown, braided into dreadlocks. George Weasley and Lee Jordan grinned at her, and she winked back warmly. These warm, familiar faces were much more welcome than the face she had seen for the last few hours. Thinking of this she remembered to cover the deep gash on her hand with new skin, and closed her eyes. She felt the skin flow over, and opened her eyes again to the boys now suddenly frowning faces.
              She pursed her lips, trying not to look guilty. "What? What's wrong?"
"We saw that. You changed something. What'd you change?" said Lee.
 Madison shrugged, and changed the subject,"So, where are we going? I'm pretty sick of this castle, to be honest."
                Behind them, stood the majestic castle named Hogwarts. Its tall towers and dark windows gleamed proudly, and the dark lake was jutting out from the back of it, where it surrounded the grounds. George's grin slipped back on.
"We'll be there soon." he said eagerly.
Madison sighed, and said,"Yes, yes, next year will be wonderful. But for me, I have to wait two more years for my brother to start, and any time before then is a time wasted." Fred's frown deepened,"What, we're not good enough?" he said indignantly. Madison smiled warmly, and shook her head." No. No, your not. I love you, though." The twins and Lee's faces scowled, and they walked off away from the castle.
                  Five years later
               "Have you heard?"
Madison scowled, and didn't look up from her books. "Of course I have."
Fred tilted his head,"You don't sounded cheerful."
At this, Madison lifted her eyes and looked at Fred's freckled face. She sighed,"I don't want Harry to get any ideas." Fred grinned, only slightly, and said,"Well you know your going to be chosen. So whats the point? He won't have a chance, anyways." Madison narrowed her eyes,"You know if he doesn't want me to, I won't. And you do realize you're not allowed, either. Nor George, for that matter." Fred raised an eyebrow,"I thought we just went over the fact I can't, seeing as you'll be the one chosen." Madison shrugged, and looked down at her books again.
                "What are those?!" said Fred, his voice sounding horrified. Madison didn't lift her gaze, but said coolly,"Books," Fred sank into the seat in front of her, and gaped at her. She raised her eyes. "What," she said blankly. He shook his head slowly,"It's vacation. We're on holiday. School work, is just not done." The corners of her lips turned up,"Tell that to Snape."
                   Severus Snape, the potions master at Hogwarts school, had been giving her loads of homework everyday for the past month. The other teachers, of course, had been kind enough to give her a well-needed break, but Snape had sneered at her look of shock when he shoved the books onto her desk. "Just because you believe yourself superior to all others," he had said ,"does not mean you shall be excluded from work, Potter." She had left his class seething with rage, but had no other choice then to do the work, and not give Snape the satisfaction of complaining about it.
                    The reason she was at Hogwarts at all during the summer holidays, was because she lived here. Here at Hogwarts, she had her own private room. The teachers-the exception being Snape-were almost like family. But the Headmaster was much different. Professor Dumbledore was no different than a grandfather, and she loved him with all her being. He had cared for her, and nurtured her, and guided her, like no other had for a very long time. When she had learned about her parent's death, and her brothers life, he had sat with her the whole night. He had not said a word, simply held her and wiped her tears as she sobbed and cried.
                     Then she had met her brother, Harry Potter. He had turned into the most important person in her life. She would do anything for him, and she loved him much differently than Professor Dumbledore, or her teachers, or even her best friends in the whole world, Fred and George Weasley. She had loved him with a pure, fierce love that only he could have in her heart, him and their parents. She had lived at Hogwarts, and he lived in with their aunt and uncle, and the summers began a dull cloud against the brilliant sun he had placed in her heart. But Fred and George were close to family, and they were with her everyday. Dumbledore seemed pleased that Fred and George were here for her, because he had always encouraged her to have as close to a normal life as possible. Other than the obvious fact of course, that she was a witch.
                        But Dumbledore had his exceptions, though. He trained her every week, sometimes on her Elemental skills (a rare power that few wizards have known, the ability to control the Elements, which Dumbledore shared), sometimes on her fighting skills (she had earned amazing super strength, and Dumbledore had never explained why she had it), or sometimes on just plain magic. Training was a rough and hard business, and it left her drained every night. But she knew it was for the better, so she didn't complain.
                       To Dumbledore, that is.
                        Fred and George had (on various occasions) listened to her complaints with sympathetic ears. She came to them when anything appeared to much for her, and they rose her spirits flawlessly every time. Fred and George were her lifeline, that was obvious.
                        But now, Fred sat in front of her, much taller and larger than the day they had met, which was four years ago. She scowled as she told him about her homework from Snape, and he proved to be a very nice audience. He nodded and shook his head in all the right places. When she finished, he stood up, and she frowned,"Where are you going?"
"Home, Mum said to be back before noon."
"Go back to your mummy, then," Madison grinned.
Fred turned, an called over his shoulder,"I shall. Lunch calls me."

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Lost Purple Rose

She didn’t know how far or how long she ran. All she knew was that she was tired and exhausted beyond belief; her heart sore at having to leave one of her best friends behind. The afternoon sun cast shadows on the pavement yet failed to provide warmth for the girl as she ran on. She now wished that she did not have to ditch the warm jacket. But she could not risk being identified as the criminal that was now being broadcasted on all the news networks.
Tears drifted down her cheeks as she imagined the heart wrenching grief her friends would feel at her tragic predicament.
“Don’t morn for me my friends.” Kallista whispered dramatically and raised her tearstained eyes to the sun. “I vow! I will find my way back to you and we shall be united!”
As she bravely ran on, people passing by would step out of the way, eye her suspiciously and wonder why the girl was running dramatically in slow motion.
“Where IS she?” Lizzy practically shouted as she paced the fifth safe house looking for Kallista.
But the black haired beauty was not there just as she had not been in the other four safe houses.
“Where can she BE?” Lizzy ran a frustrated hand though her hair.
This had to be one of her worse days ever. After Kallista had taken off, Lizzy had been hustled into a squad car still playing the frightened victim and taken to the nearest hospital for a check up followed by interviews with the police.
Thanks to Skyril, her friends Nicolette and Aquila showed up soon after that, dressed in police uniform with documents to release said victim into their care. The documents were false of course, drawn up by the cleverness and brilliance of Quinn, Bryony, and Lenka. It was their specialty to get members of the Purple Roses out of tough and sticky situations and they always came through.
Lizzy had been thrilled to drop the whole victim act and could not wait to get to Kallista with the Pink in her hands.
“Calm down Lizzy.” Aquila spoke soothingly from the doorway. “I’m sure Kallista will be here soon. I’m sure she is probably at some ice cream parlor enjoying eating an ice cream cone.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Lenka spoke up having joined them in the search for the missing Purple Rose. “This IS Kallie we are talking about.”
“What about pet stores? We could not get her out of that last pet store.” Nicolette grumbled. “She tried to buy all the puppies and kittens there!”
“Right! “Lizzy spoke determinedly. “In that case we will search ALL the ice cream parlors AND pet stores.”
The other girls looked at her in astonishment.
“Wow. She is really worried about Kallie.” Lenka murmured to Aquila and Nicolette under her breath. Aquila nodded.
“No. I just want to wring her neck!” Lizzy said suddenly right in front of them. “Come on. We need to hurry.”  
Not far away from the fifth safe house sat a mansion that was currently full of writing geniuses from all over the world. All were gathered there at that mansion for a week long rejuvenation retreat and to be inspired in their writing creativity.
Currently, all were relaxed in the great house as various members of the SP gang did their own thing. In the center of the room Hellboy and Dragona were having a deep discussion of game talk. Alex, Chan, Thor, and Pyro set at a nearby table working on their writings.
Everyone paused for a moment when the sound of pounding interrupted them from overhead followed the sound of someone running through the house. It sounded like the person was coming down the stairs. But when they looked towards the stairs they saw no one. Unexpectedly the panel in the wall near Chan and Thor opened up and Gepard popped out.
“SURPRISE!” He said, grinning. Then suddenly he was holding a bloody nose. “Dang! You broke my nose!”
At least that was what Thor figured he said after he punched the other boy. It sounded more like. “Dawg! Ewe bwok m’ose!”
“Sorry pal.” Thos shrugged as he set back down after being startled. “I don’t like surprises much.”
Gepard glared then turned and kicked the wall several times and fought to hold back a groan of pain.
“It’s ok. It doesn’t hurt at all.” He lied.
Pyro and Chan looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Alex only sighed and looked up from his writing.
“It’s getting a bit to hard to write at this moment.” He looked at Gepard. “You might want to stop kicking the wall and get something for your nose. Your bleeding all over the house Kallista loaned us for our use.”
“I’ll go and get some ice for him.” A cultured voice spoke from the fireplace.
Everyone turned to see Octaboona standing there grinning, just like Gepard had been grinning a moment ago. The fireplace was opened like a door revealing another secret passageway behind his tall frame.
“I now know a shortcut to the kitchen. Be right back!”
He turned away and took off down the passageway, the fireplace closing up behind him.
“This place is full of secret passageways and more!” Niall’s voice came from above them.
They all looked up to see Niall’s face in a painting, the original face having been pulled away.
“Weird.” Hellboy muttered with a strange look on his face as he gazed up at Niall.
“What?” Niall looked back down. “This house was designed by Kallista. What did you expect? It’s beautiful yet full of secret hidden thing and surprises. Everything Kal likes.”
“And now we are in it.” Dragona smiled.
Everyone chuckled but looked back at Niall and tried to keep from laughing at him.
Niall glanced down to see he now was the face for a scantily clad mermaid. “Lovely.” He said dourly and shut the painted window once more.
Octa came back, this time from the same passageway where Gepard had been.
“Here you go, Gepard.” Octa said helpfully. “Just press this to your nose and tilt your head back”
Everyone jumped when they were interrupted once again by another loud noise. Turning swiftly they saw Dan and Leo sliding down the stairs and hollering at the top of their lungs. The stairs had disappeared and turned into a slide.
“Kallista!” Alex face palmed and shook his head. “So much for peace and quiet.”
Leo and Dan were arguing as they stumbled into the room.
“You MUST have pushed something to make the stairs disappear!” Leo was insisting to Dan who shook his head.
“No” He protested most sincerely. “I know I was careful not to touch anything I’m not suppose to. I just rested my hand at the top of the banister and then suddenly the stairs disappeared!”
Chan stood up and stepped in between them.
“The fault lies with neither of you. As we have all just been informed, this house so kindly donated for our use is not only owned by Kallista but designed by her too.”
Everyone stared at each other in a mixture of numbness and horror. The TV rambled softly in the background.
“Oh, Gosh NO! Tell me it isn’t so!” Pyro burst out and began back away from the walls, glancing around wildly so sure Kallista was there somewhere now, waiting to pounce and dish out noogies and hugs.
Chan nodded grimly and paced the room thinking out loud. “With this being Kallista’s house, locking the doors will not be an effective way to keep us safe from her attacks!”
“I know!” Gepard jumped up from where he had been sitting. “We can each booby trap our room!”
“Good idea!” Pyro brightened. “Quick! We all need to find some materials! SEARCH THE HOUSE!”
“Just make sure she doesn’t get hurt.” Dragona spoke up as he went back to go sit on the sofa.
Hellboy moved to go sit back down to then he did a double take at the TV.
“Hey! Look at the news!” He pointed at the TV. “Doesn’t that look like Lizzy?”
“You mean the girl being held hostage?” Octa asked as they all moved to look at the TV which was showing breaking news. “I do believe that IS Lizzy!”
“That creep better not harm her!” Thor snarled and moved to leave.
“Where are you going Thor?” Leo called after him.
“I’m going to see if I can help Lizzy!” He answered back, storms in his eyes.
“Wait! Just everybody hold it!” Dragona called out as he inspected the dark clad figure closely who was holding their friend hostage. “That’s no creep! That’s Kallista!”
“What? Are you sure?” Pyro asked skeptically.
They all turned to see the figure wave to the camera in the sky.
“Yep! That’s her.” They all said at the same time.
“Kal has got herself in trouble.” Hellboy shook his head.
“Again.” Dan added.
“I guess we should go and help her.” Niall said as he came into the room. “That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“Then it’s decided.” Alex said. “We find Lizzy and she can fill us in.”

A short time later they found themselves in front of another mansion, only bigger and more stately then the one they were staying at. Three vans crammed with boys pulled up to a beautiful stone wall that surrounded the lush landscape of the school, hiding it from prying eyes. The proud sign read: Columbus Academy for Gifted Girls.
A snicker came from the back of the first van.
“Gifted? Kallista goes to school here?” Gepard laughed.
“I don’t know. This is where Lizzy told us to meet her when we called.” Hellboy shrugged.
He looked up at the cameras on top of the stone wall watching them. Quickly and expertly he noted other signs of top notch security devises set to protect those who resided inside.
“Good security.” He murmured to himself as he nodded approvingly.
They must have been recognized because the elaborate iron gates opened without any further delay. The vans pulled in slowly. The boys looked out of the windows curiously as they drove up the gently winding drive way to the mansion beyond. As they has glimpsed from the entryway outside the gates, the grounds were exquisite and well maintained.
In the distance they could see a group of girls in dark gray uniforms walking from the massive mansion to a slightly smaller building that was situated off to the side and back a ways from the main building.
“What do you suppose that is?” Niall asked as he leaned forward to get a better look.
“I think that’s a gymnasium.” Pyro said in awe. “It’s HUGE!”
He was about to say more when they arrived at the front of the mansion. The boys took in the magnificent structure made of brick and stone that would rival any royal house. It’s design clearly resemble the Mediterranean style. Through the heavy massive double Spanish doors, several girls came and walked daintily down the marble steps up to the doors of the vans. Calmly, they waited for the boys to get out. It was clear to the boys that they were expected to follow the girls.
Dragona got out first from his van and recognized Jaffa. She was standing aside and watching the other two girls, Jasmine and Skulgirl as they waited to show the boys where to go. She appeared to be like a supervisor. All three girls wore the same uniform as the girls they had first seen in the distance: a dark gray skirt that flowed down to mid thigh, a matching gray jacket with princess seams, and a white blouse. A tiny purple rose was embroidered on the pocket of the jacket. Knee high stockings and Mary Jane shoes completed the outfit.
Dragona was going to greet his friends as were some of the other guys, but the girl’s expression remained neutral and formal. He shrugged and raised a questioning eyebrow at Hellboy and the others. They just looked back and shrugged silently then fell in line behind the girls as they led the way into the grand foyer. Each girl walked in step together, a graceful walk. Once the doors had been firmly shut behind them, the girl’s facade fell and they whirled around on the boys and greeted them with friendly smiles.
“Hi, boys!” Jaffa beamed, visibly more relaxed.
“Hi Jaffa, Jasmine, Skulgirl.” The boys greeted and nodded.
“Why all this formality?” Niall asked as he adjusted his glasses.
Jaffa hesitated as the other two girls watched them closely with a smug expression on their faces.
“I think I’ll let Skyril explain.” Jaffa finally said, smiling mysteriously. “She is waiting for you. Follow me.”
As they walked the boys eyed their surroundings. Everything was top of the line and beautiful. They rounded a corner and gasped in wonder. Along an expansive corridor, a set of tall arched stain glass windows lined the entire length of the space on either side, letting in plenty of sunlight. Silhouettes of cherry trees danced on the outside, petals of blossoms falling gently to the ground. The refection filtered in through the windows creating a magical display, an illusion of movement. The effect was not lost on the boys. Even the girls were in awe of the beauty.
“This is what Kallista wanted, to have nature always close at hand. I never get tired of walking down this hall.” Skulgirl smiled wistfully.
Inside the large conference room the student council was gathered. Skyril stood at the very center beside a large window, a large table before her. To her left sat Lizzy. On Skyril’s right an empty chair was placed where Kallista usually sat. Lizzy sat next to Bryony, followed by Mary Hiashi, Lenka, Florence, Darkane, and Skylara and Rachel. Next to where Kallista usually sat were Quinn, Rosella, Nyx, Aquila, Nicolette, Venice, and Legolas.
Any moment now she knew the boys would be entering through the double doors. Skyril had watched them come in as she peered through the window just moments before.
The time had come to make a few major changes in their school. Turning back around she gazed once again at her fellow student council members and friends, hoping they would be ready for the changes their school was about to face.
“Good afternoon gentlemen!” Skyril greeted as they came through the double doors, the same design as the front doors, only slightly smaller.
Skyril’s eyes sparkled warmly as she greeted her friends. Normally she would hug them as would the rest of the girls. But this was not to be a casual meeting. It was a crucial meeting. It all depended now on the boys.
“Please have a seat.” She gestured gracefully to the row of elegant chairs on the opposite side of the table.
“Sure Skyril.” Hellboy grinned at her with questioning raise to his eyebrows.
“Um, why are both Nicolette and Aquila in policemen uniforms?” Dragona asked as he cocked his head, curious. He winked at Aquila as he sat down, but she only gave him a demure smile.
“I will tell you in a moment. “ Skyril assured him
All the rest of the girls except for Lizzy, Nicolette and Aquila were dressed in the school’s uniforms. Lizzy still had on her street outfit from earlier that day. Quinn set like a queen with a bouquet of purple roses before her.
“I love the flowers Quinn. “ Octa smiled at her tenderly.
“I stole them!” She mouthed out with a quick mischievous look. “From a wedding!”
“Well done!” Octa beamed back at her proudly.
“Ahem!” Skyril interrupted them. “Let’s get down to business.”
“Is this about what we saw on the news earlier?” Thor asked. He had settled down somewhat after seeing that Lizzy was okay. But his issues with Kallista remained the same. “What the HELL was Kallista doing?”
“Yes. This is what this is about.” Skyril answered. “First, let me explain. To make a long story short, we are a network of spies known as the Purple Roses who do work nationally and internationally. This is our main headquarters, disguised as a normal school. We also have our international departments too. Aquila heads up Germany.”
“I can’t wait to get back.” Aquila muttered. “It is so much nicer there.”
“The UK and Ireland are headed up by Quinn, Rachel, Bryony, and Lenka.”
“And we do a pretty good job!” Bryony said smugly.
Several “Hell yeah!” followed her proud statement. Bryony leaned over Mary and high fived Lenka. Mary sighed patiently.
“The Mediterranean and eastern Europe branch is headed by Nicolette, Darkane, Skylara, and Venice.” Skyril continued. “Florence heads up our Russian department and Mary is responsible for our Canada and Asian divisions.”
“It is a most delightful opportunity.” Mary spoke elegantly. “One that suits me perfectly.”
“Australia and New Zeeland are the responsibility of Nyx and Rosella. Legolas, Lizzy and I head up Central and South America.” Skyril finished.
Hellboy set back amazed but not totally surprised. He had known something was up for a time now. “I wondered about that. What about Kallista?” He asked
“She’s in charge of the bunnies!” Lizzy muttered and turned away.
The other girls giggled softly trying to smother their laughter.
“How did you guess Hellboy?” Skyril asked slightly worried.
“Well, there was that last time we were all together. Kallista kept lurking behind us and….” Hellboy was interrupted by Dan.
“I remember! Kallista kept ducking into bushes thinking we didn’t see her!” Dan laughed.
“That’s right.” Octa paused, thinking back. “Didn’t she roll into a pricker bush?”
“Yes she did.” Alex said dryly. “If that was a covert training assignment. I would say she failed. She gave her position away when she started crying. It took four of us to get her out.”
“I think I still have scars from that pricker bush.” Niall frowned as he remembered his hands.
“Yeah, but nothing beat what Kallista looked like after we got her out!” Leo laughed. “She looked like a human pin cushion!”
Skyril shuddered remembering.
“It all was rather amusing. “ Aquila smiled as several of the other girls agreed.
“She has improved a bit.” Quinn spoke up in Kallista’s defense. “Though fences still give her a bit of trouble.”
Briefly she thought of the time Kallista had to run from a pair of junk yard dogs and lost her pants when trying to clear it.
“So I take it that Lizzy and Kallista were on assignment.” Pyro spoke up, amused by the fact that Kallista was a spy.
“Yes.” Skyril answered simply. “It was an assignment that went bad. Someone else saw the gun dealers arrive and notified the police.”
“Trying to be good citizen’s no doubt.” Mary spoke eloquently. “But they ruined our plans and put our agents at risk.”
“What you saw on the news was Kallista’s way of trying to ad lib.” Skyril sighed and shook her head. “This is why we need your help.”
She paused and looked at all of the boys individually. Her eyes spoke of the risk she was asking them into. “Lizzy’s identity has now been compromised. Yet we still have a chance to bring down these arms dealers. We have come to a point in our missions where it is useful to have the help from male counterparts. I would like to ask if each of you would consider partnering up with us to bring these guys down.”
“I’m in!” Octa spoke up.
Hellboy leaned forward in his seat and looked back at Skyril with a smile. “I thought you would never ask. I’m in.”
Relief filled Skyril as each boy agreed to be part of the team.
“Just one question.” Thor spoke up. “We won’ t be know as the Purple Roses too, will we?”
The girls again tried not to laugh at the expressions on the boys faces as they considered this possibility. Octa looked thoughtful almost hopeful as the rest looked uncomfortable.
“How about the Thorns? Thorns are what protect the roses. We can go by that name.” Niall suggested as he looked ardently at Venice.
“I like it!” Dragona smiled as he looked at Aquila. “I like the thought of protecting Aquila.”
“Then it’s settled.” Skyril smiled. “You are now part of our team. We can give you the full tour of the mansion. It‘s to be for your use now too!”
“The home you are staying in now,” Nicolette began with a secret smile. “The one Kallista built. It’s child’s play compared to this one.”
“Well I’m intrigued.” Octaboona smiled. “I can’t wait to see everything!”
“I am interested how you came about such a place” Niall spoke mildly as he looked about curiously.
“I will tell you as I show you around.” Skyril promised. “It all begins with Kallista.”
“Of course it does.” Leo rolled his eyes. “Speaking of Kal, where is she?”
“Oh, she has not returned yet from the botched up mission. Don’t worry though. She’ll turn up somewhere.” Mary shrugged as she stood up with the rest of them. “If you excuse me, I have to take care of some business elsewhere.”
She walked elegantly passed the boys saying goodbye as she left.
Skyril followed her with several of the other girls.
“Are you coming Quinn?” Skyril called back to her.
“Yes! Just a minute.” She smiled back prettily as she gathered up the roses. “I know the perfect spot for these roses.”
Octaboona hastily stood up and stepped courteously aside as she past then followed her. “Can I help hold those for you, my dear?”
Her answer was lost to the rest as she moved further down the hall. Chan and Pyro looked at each other, rolled their eyes and moved to follow.
Dragona stood and moved to Aquila glancing briefly to the door then back to her. Thor eyed them with a raised eyebrow.
“So, Aquila.” Dragona began.
“Yes, Dragona?” She smiled at him.
“You doing anything to night?”
“DRAGONA!” Thor suddenly barked. “You are needed in the hallway.”
“Damn.” Dragona swore under his breath and moved out the door.
Thor smirked as he looked back at the retreating figure of his friend then moved quickly over to Aquila and leaned over slyly.
“SO Aquila. You doing anything tonight?”
“THOR!” Dragona stood there scowling at his friend with his arms folded across his chest.
“Hey! It’s cool!” Thor stood back up, laughed easily and moved past Dragona, patting him on the shoulder as he passed by. “Chilax, man!”
Dragona stared stonily at him and growled as Thor threw one last wink towards Aquila.
Kallista stopped her running to sag wearily against the brick building of a store. Her breathing was ragged as she checked her pulse. Never had she run so far. Curious she looked back from where she had come and noted the half block with satisfaction. Yes, she thought to herself. She was definitely improving.
“Now how to get back home.” She spoke out loud as she started to walk.
Then her stomach growled alerting her to a greater problem.
“Oh!” She groaned softly. “I never did get to eat this morning!”
Above the noise of the street a faint sound reached her ears that sounded like heaven. A broad grin spread across her face as she raced towards it with glee.
Once again, innocent by standers found themselves leaping out of the way as the dark haired girl dashed madly past them, only one thought on her little mind.
There it was. The ice cream truck painted in a cheery yellow and white striped pattern, playing familiar happy little children’s classics. It was out early and was slowly moving down a residential street, hoping to attract some young customers. Kallista found that even she could catch up to it.
“Hey Mister!” She called out cheerily. “How much for the whole truck?”
“What?” The collage age kid had slowed to a stop and stared at the vision of beauty standing before him.
“Your truck and the ice cream!” She spoke slowly so the kid could understand. “How much is it?”
“Are you serious?” The kid laughed dumbfounded but kept a wary eye on t he girl. There was something off about her.
Ignoring his hesitation she reached into her pocket of the sweatshirt and pulled out a gob of money. It was not like her to usually carry around so much with her. But she had her reason and knew it would come in handy.
Smiling in awe th e boy took the money an counted it.
“This will so!” He said as he tucked the money into his pocket and climbed out of the truck. “She’s all yours!”
But Kallista mumbled a bit awkwardly then whispered into his ear as she looked shiftily about. “Could you please let me throw you from the truck and make it look like you were high jacked?”
“Uh, is it going to hurt?”
“No! Not at all!” She insisted innocently.
“Um, well. OK, then. What do you want me to-Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” He screamed as Kallista suddenly lunged for him with a snarl and grabbed him roughly by his coat front.
She tossed him off the truck and j umped in herself, laughing like a villain from a melodrama.
“You OK?” She leaned out and whispered as she looked wildly around.
“Yeah, sure.” He responded bemused.
“Oh, good!” She cheered. “Bye, now!”
He just watched open mouth as she drove like a maniac away from him, her laughter still reaching his ears from several blocks away.
Shrugging, he turned and walked away, counting his money again.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Stuff, Stuff, and... er... Oh Yeah, Stuff

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Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Purple Roses

Two young girls faced each other in the booth at the run down diner, their oversized backpacks squished next to them on the plastic benches. It’s faded fifty style décor gave it a dingy sort of appearance yet the girls seemed not to notice. They were too busy looking intently at one another, ignoring the tall glasses of water and the basket of chips on the table before them.
Lizzy tried not to laugh as Kallista pulled a face at her. They were having a stare down and it was obvious Kallista was loosing. Every time Kal thought she was loosing at something, she ended up trying to cheat. Today was no exception.
The middle aged waitress came over to take their order, innocent of their game.
“How are you ladies doing? Can I get you anything?” She asked, chewing hard on a piece of gum.
Unable to resist the question, Kallista broke off her gaze from Lizzy and turned to the waitress in an aristocratic flourish.
“Oh no.” Lizzy moaned and turned away as Kal began to speak poshly.
“Ah, yes. I would like the Braised pork loin with Boulangère potatoes and my good friend here would like a Chicken Wellington with mushroom veloute sauce.”
The gray haired woman raised an eyebrow but Kallista did not appear to notice as she waved her hand airily about while she talked.
“A nice red wine to accompany our meal would do nicely. Perhaps a bottle of your finest Cabernet Sauvignon followed by Hot chocolate soufflés with chocolate cream sauce for desert.”
Kallista smiled brilliantly at the dumbfounded waitress. The poor woman stared with her heavy jaw opened in disbelief.
“Oh my gosh.” Lizzy muttered as she sank lower into the seat, raising a hand to her face as if to hide. She figured it was to late to pretend she didn’t know Kallista.
“Wha-?” The waitress began, then grew annoyed and angry as the confusion left her face. “What do you think you two are playing at? You think you can waltz in here and be all high and mighty?”
“Oh! Don’t mind her! She just had to much sugar!” Lizzy tried to calm the irate woman down. “She’s a bit delusional!”
For her part Kallista just cocked her head and looked at the woman suspiciously. “You don’t have Braised pork loin? How about a Brie & spinach croissant!”
“That’s it! You two are out of here!” The Woman snapped and grabbed each of the girl’s by the back of the neck.
Marching towards the door she pushed the girls before her, Kallista protesting all the way, clearly having fun.
“But my croissant! I must have my croissant!”
Lizzy thought her French accent was a bit much.
Then they were thrown out of the door. Their backpacks followed shortly after.
“THANK YOU!” Kallista waved cheerfully as the door to the diner shut firmly in their faces.
Lizzy blinked in Spring sun as her eyes adjusted once again to the light.
“This is the seventh restaurant we have been kicked out of Kallista.” She said lowly as she turned to face her carefree friend. “In the last one we had to wash dishes because YOU forgot to bring your money for the meal YOU said you would treat me too.”
“You didn’t have fun?” Kallista asked clearly puzzled. “But there were cute guys working in the back! We had FUN with the water fight. Remember?”
“That WATER fight, “ Lizzy spoke through clenched teeth, “Caused us to be BANNED from that restaurant FOREVER!”
Kallista did her best to look contrite. It was NOT a good look for her.
“Oh stop that. “ Lizzy said crossly. “You look constipated.”
“Well, I kinda am.” Kallista admitted sheepishly. “Too much cheese I think.”
“Oh! To much info!” Lizzy slapped her hand in her face then whispered. “Never mind. They are here.”
Kallista immediately lost her goofy expression replacing it with a look of steel. Gazing at a long sleek car she followed it’s progress as it turned down in an alley way.
“You ready?” Kallista asked quietly as she grabbed her bag and darted into another alley way across the street.
Lizzy followed and the two girl’s quickly donned on face masks then pulled on dark jackets over their sweatshirts.
“It’s starting.” Lizzy whispered into her mic in her wristwatch.
“Finally.” Skyril’s voice answered in her ear. “I’ll alert the others. Do you need back up?”
“No.” Lizzy responded shortly as they crept closer to their targets. “These are the low men on the totem pole. They should be easy to take down.”
“Sending a clear message to the higher ups,” Kallista grinned wickedly. “That there is a new kid in town!”
“Oh my gosh! That is so CHEESY!” Skyril moaned through the ear piece. “Tell me she did NOT say that!”
“She did.” Lizzy confirmed grimly. “You all owe me next time for pairing me with her. I could have gone with Nicolette. Or Lenka!”
“Well, you lost the last bet we had.” Skyril said smugly, ignoring Kal’s cry of indignation. “Be safe and good luck out there!”
Skyril clicked out as Kal started humming softly, her own dramatic theme music while pressed against the brick wall. Incredulous, Lizzy watched as Kal inched along the wall. They were not even close yet to their targets. Kal turned and glanced back at Lizzy.
“Relax.” She whispered back as Lizzy hesitated. “I won’t let you down my friend! I’ve got your back!”
“I know.” Lizzy replied, softening. “But after all this time of scoping out the area we finely have an opening. I don’t want to mess up.”
It was true, Lizzy thought to herself as she watched Kallista scale the wall in a series of parkour techniques. Lizzy did not want anything to go wrong.
After months of diligent research and scoping area neighborhoods, Lizzy and her team of comrades had pinpointed the hot zones; the troubled areas where the local crime lords liked to haunt and stir up trouble. She thought briefly of her other comrades, friends really, all stationed at various points around the inner city. As part of a girl’s only secret society known only as the Purple Roses, they had dedicated themselves to training in the martial arts and other skills, to fight crime and help the police protect the innocent.
Previously she had been partners with Aquila and Skyril. But all that changed when Kallista had joined them. She had gone through partners quickly. After the first few days she was quickly shifted off to someone else. Lizzy could see why. Quickly she followed Kallista to the rooftop to get a better view of the situation below. They had come to the location rather quickly despite Kal’s theatrics.
Down below the car they had spied was parked beside a second car. The trunk was opened of the second car and everyone was standing around inspecting various weapons of all shapes and sizes. It looked as if more men had joined the little exchange, perhaps as body guards. They had wandered over from the dark shadows of the buildings, surrounding the alley way.
“I see thirty men down there.“ Kal frowned. “None of them cute, except maybe the one in the blue suit. I like his moustache.”
Lizzy opened her mouth to speak as Kal whipped out her camera and began taking photos of the illegal meeting. But Kal interrupted.
“I’ll take on the guys in the posh suits and you can take the ones who look dirty. Don’t want to touch them!” She shuddered. “That leaves twenty five for you and five for me. Ready?”
“Kal! Wait!” Lizzy hissed quietly as she saw something behind her that alarmed her greatly.
But Kal jumped over the side and landed in the middle of the men. Cockily she checked her mask to be sure it was in place as she stood there in the midst of brutes.
“What have we here?” She called to them as they all stared in shock at her, weapons pointed directly at her head. “Oh, guns! Very pretty guns.”
She made a big show of looking down at the guns in the trunk as Lizzy dropped down quietly and unnoticed behind them.
“Who are you?” A mild voice of curiosity said.
Kal turned to see it was Mr. Blue Suit. He had the air of being one of those in charge here. His narrow eyes were on her, appraising her.
“Aha!” Kal cried out. “Excellent question. Who am I? I have asked myself that many a time. But the more important question is, who are all of YOU?”
Kal gestured dramatically keeping all eyes on her as Lizzy silently took out the men in the back. They went down easily. She looked up to see Lizzy mouthing something to her. She looked frantic. Several men turned to see what the masked figure was looking at and saw Lizzy.
“Kill them both.” Mr. Blue Suit ordered quietly as he turned away to leave. “This meeting has been compromised. I’m leaving for now. Will be in touch Sergio.”
Sergio. Kal tucked the name into her memory.
“Oh no you don’t!” Kallista called out as she flipped away from firing bullets and in between Mr. Blue Suit and the car door.
“You are not leaving.” She said, smiling at him.
He merely raised an eyebrow at her then answered her with his fist. Blocking the blow with her shoulder she hit back with a punch of her own. Out of the corner of her eye she say Lizzy fighting with several men twice her size.
Several men came to assist Mr. Blue Suit and do his dirty work for him. Straitening his suit he smiled as he looked at her fighting his men. A gun went off and she dodged in time. Instead of going into her heart, the bullet ripped through her upper arm.
A cry of pain escaped her lips as she held onto her injury.
“Nice try. But you lose.” He sneered. “Whoever you are.”
She was about to answer back when several things happened at once.
Lizzy was caught by one of the thugs, her mask ripped off.
“This one’s a girl!” The thug said in anger and surprise, still holding the mask in his hands. “Hey! She’s really pretty! Can we keep her Boss?”
Lizzy stared at Kal wildly, her eyes angry and alarmed. She was still mouthing something to her friend, unconcerned at that moment from the threat of the thug. Something else was up.
“We need to go.”
Kal began to feel alarmed as she caught Lizzy’s eyes.
“You a girl too?” Mr. Blue Suite turned to face her somewhat interested. Then his face registered shock and panic as he looked beyond her. “We have got to go! NOW!”
His shout echoed of the brick walls of the alley way. He left Kallista and jumped into his car and fled.
Curious, Kal turned to see the police and SWAT enter the alley way.
DAMN! They had been spotted. It was to late to flee. Dashing over to Lizzy, she swiped up the fallen mask and stuffed it into one of her coat’s pockets then picked up a discarded gun. The police where shouting now as they came closer.
“I tried to warn you.“ Lizzy hissed in anger at having her well laid out plans ruined. “Someone called the cops!”
“And SWAT.” Kal nodded mildly as she blocked Lizzy from view and tore off her coat.
“You are bleeding!“ Lizzy gasped then, angrily slapped at her hands. “What are you doing?”
“You have been seen without your mask. You are going to be my hostage. Now play along.” It was all Kal said before she flung Lizzy around and held her in front of the police as a shield.
“BACK OFF OR ELSE THE GIRL GETS IT!” Kal shouted wildly to the SWAT team and the police as she held a gun to Lizzy‘s head.
For the second time that day Kal had a number of guns all pointed at her. It was a weird feeling.
“Kal!” Lizzy gasped. “You have a GUN to my HEAD!”
“Don’t worry Lizzy, dear.” Kal spoke in hushed tones, a touch of madness showing up in her voice. “I took out the bullets. Now be a good hostage and scream!”
Lizzy screamed.
The SWAT team backed off a bit as a negotiator came through to try to talk to her.
In her ear came static then Skyril’s angry voice.
“You are on the news!” She hissed at Kal.
“Oh, really? Cool!” Kal gave a little wave with the hand that was around Lizzy to the camera she spotted from the helicopter overhead.
“Not cool.” Skyril snapped back. “I have Nicolette and Aquila on their way. You have to get out of there now!”
“How long are you going to keep me as a helpless hostage.“ Lizzy growled at her through gritted teeth. “I hate this!”
Kal laughed in her ear. “You? Helpless? What’s the matter Lizzy? You don’t like my arms around you?”
Lizzy sighed and blamed the blood loss. The Negotiator was speaking but Kal was not listening.
“Listen Kal. You have to go now. Go to one of our hideouts and we will find you.” Lizzy spoke quickly. “I’ll create a diversion. Go now!”
Lizzy flung herself forward as if pushed away roughly and cried out hysterically waving her arms wildly.
“Oh, hell.” Kal stood for a moment then flung herself backwards as several police and SWAT team members took aim and fired at her.
Once again, using a combination of her Parkour and ninja training she made it to the top of the building further down the alley way and disappeared over the top. Lizzy silently wished her good luck as the police surrounded her to lead her to safety.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

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