The following disclaimer applies to all chapters: DEBS and its characters created by Angela Robinson. DEBS movie distributed by Sony Pictures. I don't own Jack.

Rated T for violence, language, mature subject matter, and if I was the director for DEBS 2, nudity. Lots of it.

(I originally rated this M, but then I was told it's really not that violent, not in a blood gore kinda way at least, so I dropped it to T)

Warning: This is a dark story.


Angel's Tears

a D.E.B.S. fanfic


- Crimson -

"...It's not until moments like this when you have to remember, what's right and true." The irony of those words is not lost on the girl on the podium delivering them. Amy Bradshaw, the brightest and most impressive recruit the agency has ever known, provides words of acceptance for the most prestigious award given by the organization, in the annual celebration known as Endgame. While the individual words are definitive and merciless, collectively, they were tentative and hollow. It's as if the words are being forced out by her sheer will, her mind focused on putting the sentences out even if they were lies, even if after all she will regret uttering every last syllable.

"...Because it's moments like this when you discover what it truly means to be a DEB." A sense of relief is evident on Amy's face when she realizes the worst parts of the speech are already over. Now at last, she only has to accept the award, hold it with a smile as fake as her speech, and walk away. It would be so easy. So many people would be so happy, and she would again return to being everybody's pride and joy. So many, except herself, and except the one person she'd rather be with than be here, the one person she has just verbally damned as the worst person on Earth.

But as Amy looks over to the balcony on the upper floor, her eyes meet those of the one whose gaze seems to hypnotize her every time. Lucy Diamond, the now-retired notorious criminal mastermind and thief, but also the most kind and understanding companion she's ever met. Amy remembers the few days they spent together, when joy was when Lucy looked deep into her soul, when everything became nothing when they kissed.

Lucy smiles at her from the balcony. It was that soothing, knee-weakening smile that made the world stand still. Somehow, just looking at her gave her the necessary strength to do what she should have done long ago. It is now when it all became so clear to Amy. No more lies, and no more restraint. Come hell or high water, she will be with Lucy. The award be damned, and her friends will either have to accept it or not. This girl loved her, and made her happy. And it's about time she returned the gesture.

Amy sighs. "Which is why I can't accept this award from you tonight..." Her tone is no longer somber, but confident, and almost giddy.

What Amy can't see from her vantage point on the stage was that right behind Lucy, was Amy's ex-boyfriend, Bobby. Now with a gun in his hands aimed directly at Lucy's back. He had been beaming with personal victory as he heard Amy's words of persecution against the one who has become his romantic rival. But now, he sees this sudden reversal in Amy's words. This begins to anger him. Could it be that in the end, the love of his life will choose this woman he has his gun pointed at, rather than him?

Amy continues. "Because the truth is, the time I spent with Lucy Diamond, were the happiest days of my life. And the only brave thing I've done this whole time, is what I'm doing now..." The words sting at Bobby's mind and ego to an infuriating level. Amy has made her choice perfectly clear. This dark-haired girl has taken his girlfriend away from him despite all he's done for her. In Bobby's mind now, his gun is no longer aimed at any criminal; it is now aimed at the most hateful person alive.

Even with all the disapproving looks she's getting from her audience, Amy couldn't be happier. It was the truth, and just as the saying goes, this truth is setting her free. The dull ache in her chest was suddenly lifted, and with her heart pulsing with excitement, she speaks her final goodbye.

"Now if you'll all excuse me, I have a date with the devil." The mumblings of the audience ignored, she feels as light as air, and takes another glance at Lucy. At this moment she knows, to make her departure from the stage now would be a prudent thing to do.

As the crowd continues to murmur with confusion, a loud shot and echo rings out the large room. Suddenly the noises from the crowd turn to a synchronized gasp then silence. Amy freezes still in her position, stunned at the deafening blast, her eyes remains pointed right at Lucy.

Lucy also seems to be petrified in her spot at the noise. But as the initial bang rings off of her ears, she feels a dull ache in her ribs. As she glances downward, she sees a splatter of blood sprayed over the balcony ledge. She tries to look down at the exact source of the blood but her legs give out. As she falls forward and her mind begins to fog, she grabs onto the ledge, and looks over to the stage for a last look at the girl she loves more than anything she's ever known.

Amy, still confused and dismayed at the current situation, sees Lucy fall, and thus, she then sees Bobby behind her, gun in hand, pointed forward, a small trickle of smoke rising from the barrel. Bobby's face is filled with intense rage and his eyes were boiling with unleashed hatred.

The situation did not completely sink in to Amy's consciousness until she watched Lucy's face grow pale. The ex-thief loses her grip on the ledge, and falls to the floor, completely out of view in the balcony. Then a few drops of blood begin to trickle down the front face of the dark-painted wood. The spilt beads of life meander downward, each marking its own trail of crimson like Angel's tears.

The loudest speakers of the acoustically tuned room could not match the sheer fury of the horrified scream that emanated through the building right then. Amy grasps the edge of the podium in utter despair as her body loses balance. Her eyes clenched in disbelief at the image of her love being struck down. Soon, she sinks to the floor, tears streaming down on her face. As she falls, she hears steps nearby coming towards her to console her. But she slowly becomes overwhelmed at the intensity of her distress and anguish; her focus begins to slip away. The steps she heard seem to fade even as they approach. In her final conscious gasp for breath she utters the name she holds dear. "...Lucy."

-to be continued-