Welcome to my very first fanfiction in an incredibly long time (8 years, man) and my very first Now You See Me fanfiction! Now, I fell in love with Jack when I saw the first movie however I truly didn't get into the fandom side until I saw the second one which left me obsessed with him and his actor Dave Franco. I just couldn't get enough of him! But there is a severe lacking of completed Jack/OC stories as some people have discontinued them and for some reason people seem to prefer Danny over him, which is ridiculous in my opinion. I mean, have you seen him? Absolutely adorable.
Now I promise to not give any spoilers for the new movie in case someone is reading this without seeing it yet, but I do plan on a sequel to this and do not worry about the details of that movie. Trust me, I've got a plan so don't stress and just enjoy the ride.
The song Figure Me Out by the Summer Set is where I got the title from and I absolutely love that song so you should totally check it out. I won't really reference the song itself as it came out this year and this takes place in 2013 and I rather not have people on my ass about that detail. However, you should totally listen to it because it is freaking great!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Now You See Me series in any way, shape, or form. I only own Lucy. Please do not yell at me as I am a senior in high school who just wants to film and edit videos, graduate, enjoy summer break, write stories, and go on to be a counselor. No yelling. I will take a kind criticism though so make sure to leave a comment or you can shoot me a message if you have any suggestions for future chapters!
Now, we all know the stories of the original Four Horsemen, but what if I told you that it was all a lie? Well, not all of it, but most of it. Like the fact that it wasn't just four but five or that Henley actually had a sister who was a part of the group. You probably wouldn't believe me and, personally, I don't blame you. But it is the truth and I guess the only way to let you find that out is for you to figure me out yourself. Now, this story, being my story after all, starts in Los Angeles on a Thursday, March 28th to be exact…
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present to you the wonderfully flexible, Lucy Reeves!" Shouts and cheers fill the spacious room as my sister's announcement rang across the space. I took a deep breath, fiddled with my silver sparkling leotard and prepared to walk out onto the makeshift stage. I started my descent down the stairs and slowly made my way to the bottom. Once there, I let my body fall forward into a handstand, then continued on my way to the front of the crowd. I flipped myself back onto my feet once I made my way in front of Henley's tank that would be used later in the show.
I wiggled my fingers playfully at the people in the crowd and went around the room giving high-fives out to random audience members. I grabbed a mic from a stagehand as I got back to the "stage", checking it by thumping my fingers on it.
"Hello Los Angeles!" I shouted and got the expected cheers I was waiting for that you normally get when a performer mentions anything to do with the city they are performing in. "Who's ready to see some contortionism?" Another roar of noise was the response from the crowd so, of course, I gave them what they asked for.
Grinning to myself, I start off with some basic stretches that I already did backstage but knew would impress the audience anyway. Splits, backbends, and a few other basic moves were done for the next half an hour. I was finishing off a chest stand, where my body was only supported by my chest that was completely flat on the floor when I realized that I had to quickly move onto my last segment of the show if I didn't want to run out of time. I push myself out of the position and was met with whistles and claps around the room. I gave the group a bow as a stagehand runs on with a bottle of water and my microphone from earlier. I gulp down nearly half the bottle and pass it back to him, then address the crowd.
"So how do you like that?" I pause and wait for the noise to die down before continuing. "Well, I'm sorry to say that after this next act, I'm going to be done for the night." Boos are thrown at me and I laughed, crossing my arms until they are done. "I know, I know, it sucks, but you have my sister to look forward to after this! And trust me; you won't be disappointed by my final act of the night." I motioned for a crew member to bring my only prop out from backstage and they comply, bringing out a small, translucent box with "Lucy" written in cursive on it with teal glitter. The crowd murmurs in confusion as my smile widens at the sight of the box. The crew member sets down the box and I whispered a thank you to them as they left the scene. I twirled around to face the guests and asked, "Who thinks I can fit inside this box on my first try?"
Gasps went across the room and there were many positive outcries, along with some negative ones. "Alright, alright," I laughed as I went to stand behind the box. "I can tell you for sure that this is a box from Walmart and that the only difference is that I used glitter glue on it from the very same place that costs around five bucks, which thankfully I had." I didn't mention the fact that this was way before my days as an official performer and I stole the money from Danny, my sister's ex "boss" of sorts.
The crowd chuckled at my explanation of the glitter on the side of the box as I smiled brightly at them, stretching to prepare myself to get into the box. "Now, I can most definitely fit into this box, just so that all you Negative Nellies and the naysayers know. And I'll do it before your very eyes tonight!" Another round of commotion came from the crowd as I slowly start to fold my body into the box, starting from my legs and working my way up. Finally, I was well packed into my box and two burly crewmen came from the side and lifted the box up for all in the area to see. Pandemonium ensued as people began to yell loudly and some tried to push their way to the front for a closer look to see how I had done it. I knocked on the box softly, cueing the men to lower me to the floor so I could crawl my way out. After I finally freed myself from the prison, I turn to my audience and lifted up my arms letting the roar of excitement crash over me and fill me with even more passion for my talent. Now this is what I truly loved about performing.
Before leaving, one of the men who lifted me up passed me a mic once more and I proudly announced to the people, "Thank you everyone! Now everyone, let's give a standing ovation to my sister, Henley Reeves, the master escape artist!" The crowd lit up once more as my sister climbed onto the deck right above the opening of the tank that had a cage full of piranha right above it. I watched as my sister worked the room up into a frantic mess as she explains her acts for the night. Obviously, I knew what the plan was and even had a small part in it so I plopped myself onto the stairs next to the tank and wait for the panic to begin. I looked up at my sister as she lets the men rip off her dress pants and black vest to reveal an outfit quite similar to mine underneath with matching sparkling shoes and locked her feet up with a chain.
"Now every lady has to have a pair of handcuffs, isn't that right, sis?" She joked to me as they continued to lock her up with the previously mentioned item. "Right you are, dear sister of mine!" I shot back to her, playing up the sisterly bond moment to enhance my reaction to her stunt. She smiled dazzlingly at me then gives the signal to start the clock which caused her to drop into the tank. She does brilliantly in the beginning and makes quick work of the handcuffs, but then that's when she starts to "panic". She tugged at the chain weakly and started to pound on the glass, time quickly running out.
"Oh my god she can't get out!" I quickly stand up and rush to the glass, hitting on it as men quickly started to try to get her out. Their attempts failed but they still kept going while Henley tried to get the chain loose. She finally managed to get it, but then the time ran out and as she burst for air, the piranhas were set loose.
"NO!" I screamed in fake panic as I started to slam myself into the tank harder. "HENLEY! HENLEY! OH GOD HENLEY!" More screams followed mine as one of the guys who tried to help my sister pulled me away from the tank that started to overflow with red water. I sobbed even harder and struggled to get to my sister. Giving up, I nearly collapsed on the floor then continued to cry until I heard my sister's voice cry out, "Come on this is bullshit! Whoever thought of this was a sick sadist!"
I whipped my head around in "surprise" and launched myself at her before anyone could work it out. I hugged her tightly and she whispered, "Nice acting, sweetheart, you fooled everyone, didn't you?"
"Of course," I whispered back. "I learned from the best after all." I finally pulled away from her and the crowd, as expected, pulled us into high-fives and fist bumps for our spectacular show. I laughed along with them and just basked in the feeling of the rush that I get after a performance, wishing that it would never end.
After the show, Henley and I were walking across the now empty room after cleaning up backstage, now changed out of the uncomfortable outfits that we wore earlier. I was now dressed in black leggings, a plain mint colored hoodie, along with matching converses, while Henley wore what she was wearing before she went into the tank. We were too busy laughing at the crowd's reaction to our show compared to last week's show when I realized that I left my box by the now piranha filled tank.
I bumped my shoulder into Henley's gently and said, "Hey sis, wait up I forgot my box back next to the tank." She paused and turned to watch as I jogged back to pick up my box only to find that pressed inside of it was a tarot card with a naked woman on it pouring water into a stream with stars in the background. Labeled on the front underneath it were the words "The Star".
"Huh." I mumbled to myself. I looked up to call back to Henley, but already found her standing next to me, looking at the card that was somehow floating inside the tank itself. Her card, unlike mine, had a woman covered in a long with a long white robe and a headdress with the words "The High Priestess" underneath it. I moved to stand next to her and watched as the card rotated to show the back and only looking away to look at my copy in my hands. I flipped the card over to reveal the words written over a illustration of an eye.
March 29th
4:44 pm
45 East Evan ST, NY, NY
I looked up to see Henley staring at me with an excited grin on her face as she said, "Well, sis, looks like we are making our way to New York. Is there any way you know how to get last minute plane tickets and hotel reservations?" I scoffed at her question and wave it away as if it was no big deal.
"That's not a problem at all, plenty people do it all the time. The true question is how the hell are we going to get your card out of there?" We both slowly turn to look at the piranhas that were snapping at us and each other then turned to look back at each other.
"Shit."