A/N: This one took me a while- it was hard to get right. I think it turned out good, though.
As a spy, you're trained to forget the feeling of fear. If being near explosions or gunfire makes you quiver, you're not going to last long out in the field.
Standing a mere two feet away from this woman with the fire that had just caused Lily Branca's death still blazing in peripheral vision, I was terrified. I knew I was next. And I knew there was little I could do.
I had to look away before too long. She had started to giggle again, her eyes still locked with mine. I couldn't stand it. It was actually easier to watch the fire in the room dying down than to keep that staring contest going. After the fire was completely gone, I felt the woman place a hand on my shoulder.
"Come on," she said quietly. "I rather wish your girlfriend could know about this next part."
I whipped around to stare at her. Why had she mentioned Fiona? Then it occurred to me. She had been talking about calling someone on my contacts list. Hadn't she decided on Fi? Had she actually called Fi? A small feeling of relief coursed through me. If this woman had called Fi, Fi would realize what had happened and she and Sam would wade through hell to rescue me. Then again, I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted Fi and Sam to get caught up in this. I didn't need them to be the next Lily and Samantha.
The psycho was leading me down the hallway again to yet another room I was fairly sure I hadn't seen open yet. She opened the door, practically shoving me inside and shutting the door with a resounding thud behind me. I turned to look back at her, but she had moved off already. The room looked exactly like every other room but with no chairs. And... Well, that was strange. A ways up, there was a large window, past which I could see a tiny white room with a seating area. As I stared at the room, confused. Only a few moments later, the psycho showed up in the room, squeezing past the door and going to sit down. She saw me watching and her grin widened.
A quiet buzzing reached my ears from behind me and suddenly I felt something small whisk past my ear. Something hit the wall below the psycho's lookout and fell to the ground. It was a small rock, smoothed out. I whirled around to figure out where the hell it came from. Receding back into the wall was a tiny cannon, a little smoke still trailing from it. I looked back up to the psycho. I'd never seen a grin so wide and excited.
I barely had time to register her grin, however, before a sudden heat blazed to my left. I jumped away from the fire a blowtorch was shooting. Damn, this woman was either loaded with money or just brilliant to be able to figure out how to rig this place with blowtorches and small cannons in the walls. Suddenly it dawned on me why Samantha and Lily had looked so beat up before they'd died.
There was another whirring sound, but different than the sound of the cannon. I spun around, eyes scanning the walls for some new contraption. Nothing. A searing pain shot through my large toe and jumped backwards, staring at the floor as a razor disappeared back into the ground. The toe of my shoe had just been sliced off, the very tip of my large toe along with it. Damn, that stung.
Before I could try to bandage my toe, however, all hell broke loose. Small cannons flung out from their hiding spots in the walls and starting randomly firing. Blowtorches joined them, the heat in the room becoming stifling within a matter of seconds. Razors appeared and disappeared on the floor. It was all I could do to make sure nothing hit anything vital. Dodging and weaving, I made my way to a gap in the blowtorches and cannons on the wall, leaning up against it.
Taking the moment to catch my breath, I assessed the damage. I could already feel bruises forming in various areas. Little bits of my hair were singed and I batted out of flame on my pants. It was hard to breath with all the fire in the room and I threw off my coat jacket in an attempt to get some relief from the heat.
A whizzing sound, all too close, reached my ears and I looked frantically for the razor. It was on the wall, slicing it's way through the wall and directly for my midsection. Okay, that just wasn't fair. Bolting from the wall, I was unaware of another danger in the same spot I was headed for. I ran straight into a wave of flame.
I only stood in the flame for mere seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I had never before felt such heat, such agonizing heat. I whirled out of the flame before it could do any real damage and collapsed to the ground. Small rocks where still pelting me, fire was still billowing around me, but I was pretty sure that the razors had suddenly froze. Maybe the psycho wanted to make sure I didn't actually die yet. How generous.
The thought was actually comforting somewhat, however. If she didn't want me dead, that meant she'd stop the blowtorches and tiny cannons before they killed me, too. I could just continue to lay here and take the beating. My entire body hurt. The hole in my stomach from the other day felt like it was fresh again. Areas the small rocks had hit were pounding. Shallow cuts from razors bleed steadily. I could feel the burns covering my body pulsing. That woman was completely mad.
I didn't notice when the hell died down. I didn't even hear the woman unlock the door and walk in. The next thing I knew, she was helping me stand and leading me back to my room. As soon as she helped me lay down, I blacked out.
XxXxX
"So you haven't heard from her all day?" Sam was asking. David shook his head, looking fidgety. Fi, Sam and David were at Carlito's, trying to figure out their next move.
"What do you think that means?" he whispered. He swallowed. "You think... do you think Lily's... okay?"
Sam winced, glancing at Fi. "Don't know."
"But- but-... she called you, right?" David asked, pointing at Fi. "Said she wanted to meet? She did that yesterday. Met with Westen."
"She actually showed up to that one, though," Fi said, tapping her fingers impatiently on her glass. "Why didn't she show up today?"
"And you found no one matching her description in the MPD's database?" Sam asked David. David shook his head.
"I mean, there were a few women, but they were either all in jail or had passed away."
Sam sighed. "I'll do some digging of my own. Meanwhile, you keep your head down, David, and let us know if she ever does contact you again."
Fiona followed Sam as he stood up to leave. She hadn't really taken in much of the conversation with David, she was too distracted. As they walked to the car, Fi suddenly stopped. Goosebumps were running up her entire body and she frowned, quickly looking around for any sign of danger. She saw nothing. Somehow, though, as she stepped into the Charger, she couldn't shake the feeling Michael needed them more than ever.
A/N: I love reviewers and I live for constructive criticism.