Disclaimer: I dont own LXG
My name is Ophira, and it is my job to tell you what happened to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. It has been brought to my attention that certain facts about my friends and me have become muddled by time. In fact my sister and I have disappeared from most legends entirely. I feel it is my duty to tell my part of the story even though it may hold no historical value.
It was November 1899 when Angie and I first met the league. We had been following one of Moriarty's former henchmen for months and the chase had led us to New York City. The air was grimy and hard to breathe it caught in my throat almost choking me. The road was rough and uneven; stones had been knocked loose by passing carts. We were following the man at a run; Angie was on my left shouting directions to make sure that I didn't get lost.
I reached to my side and pulled one of my specially designed throwing knifes from my belt. I took a moment to aim depending on my unusual ability to see auroras and threw it. I heard a grunt as it entered the man's body but it had not been enough to stop him from running.
A gun shot rang across the street. I jerked my head around to see where it had come from, a red orange blur. Whoever it was was trying to hide, however with such a strong personality it was amazing that the idea had even occurred to them.
Another sound drew my attention back to the moment, the deadly click of an automatic rifle. I dropped to the ground by instinct and tried to pull Angie with me, to late. The repeated shots burned the air around us; Angie cried out and fell to the ground beside me.
Another gun shot from a rifle caught my attention. This one had been fired by a forest green blur partially concealed by something. A second shot from the first person finished the man.
The first man came over to where I was; the second raced by to see if the dead man had been carrying any papers. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he yelled, he had a strong Scottish accent.
I was trying to help Angie and did not raise my head. I could feel the life slowly ebbing from her body. "Help her," I whispered
The second man came back. "How is she?" he asked; American.
"She'll be fine but we have to get her back to the Nautilus." He placed a hand on my shoulder. "You are going to have to trust us."
I thought about it for a moment; trust? Indeed I did have to trust this person, more than he knew. I looked down at Angie, for reassurance. I only saw the purple fire that had surrounded her fading and my resolve strengthened. I lifted my head to look at the men, "alright," I whispered.
There was a second of shocked silence, suddenly the man lifted Angie and started running. "Sawyer," he called over his shoulder. "Get her back to the Nautilus."
I slowly stood up and let myself be lead by this man toward a new life I had never even dreamed of.