Hey guys, sorry it's taken me sooooo long to update - I've been pretty stressed with school starting (ugh) so I apologize for that.
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"Attention all students and staff: Please make your way outside and meet by the fountain. This is not a drill."
In their separate classrooms, the hosts looked up at the intercom. This had never happened before. Each quickly left their rooms and hurried outside, hoping to find their fellow club members. Honey and Mori got there first, followed by Kyoya. The twins dragged an angry Haruhi, who snapped that she didn't want to speak to them. The last person to arrive was Tamaki, who was speaking to his father.
The chairman hurried up to them, "You're all here, good."
"Dad, what's going on?" Tamaki asked.
His father simply ignored the question, and instead asked, "None of you are hurt, right?"
They nodded.
"Hey, where's Liz-chan?" Honey asked. Everyone else looked around, their eyes finally resting on the chairman.
He looked at them, noticing their gazes. "Liz is fine," was all he said, then stared up at the building, his hands behind his back.
"What? Is she inside?" Tamaki asked following his father's eyes.
"She's fine," he repeated, "and don't you even think about going after her." He turned to where his son and his friends were but found them gone. "Too late," he muttered.
The boys and girl ran down the halls.
"Liz!"
"Liz where are you?"
"Liz-chan!"
A sudden bang brought them to a halt.
"Was that a gun?" Haruhi asked nervously.
"It sounded like it came from the other side of the school," Kyoya observed.
"Let's go!" Hikaru and Kaoru shouted.
They hurried after the sound. It lead them to one of the unused classrooms.
"This is one of the rooms they use for meetings," Kyoya said.
"Well," Haruhi wheezed, "let's go inside shall we?"
They pushed open the doors. In the room was a long table and chairs surrounding it. Most of the chairs had been pushed over and the table had been flipped on its side. They all saw the bullet holes that adorned the surface. In the middle of the room, lying in a pool of blood was Falcon.
The hosts rushed over to her, but before they reached her, her eyelids fluttered.
"Liz?" Hikaru asked.
"Liz, are you ok?" Kaoru added.
Her eyes flicked open. She ignored the hosts and looked around almost frantically until her gaze fell on a man lying a few feet away from her. In their haste to get to Falcon, the hosts hadn't even noticed him.
A grim smile crossed Falcon's face. "Ah, there you are. We weren't done playing yet." She pulled herself on her side, facing him, with her cheek resting on one hand. "Where were we?" She reached out and touched his neck, checking for a pulse. Satisfied, she pulled away. "You're a tough one aren't you," she purred, "let me fix that."
There was a flash of silver and the man's head tumbled off. The hosts all looked at 'Liz' in horror as she wiped the dagger that had been concealed in her sleeve on the man's clothes. What had happened to the sweet, kind, playful, funny girl that they knew?
"Liz- Liz, why did you do that?" Tamaki asked.
She looked at him, her eyes cold and hard, "I'm not allowed say."
"But if he was a bad guy couldn't you have just taken him to jail?" Honey asked, trembling slightly.
"Yeah," she replied, "I could have. I could have also waited for him to wake up, then slowly cut off his fingers, toes, hands, feet, arms, and legs, then cut off his head. But you guys were here so I didn't."
She rolled over so she was lying on her back with her arms under her head.
"Agent, what's your status?" the voice of her boss spoke in her ear.
Falcon tapped her earpiece, "Great timing as usual, sir."
The hosts minus Kyoya and Mori looked around to see who she was talking to.
Kyoya leaned over, "She's talking on an earpiece," he whispered.
Everyone except Tamaki nodded, understanding. Tamaki pretended he knew it the whole time. Nobody believed him.
"Has the man been taken care of?" Falcon's boss asked.
"Well, if he wanted to get ahead in life, he failed. Oh and he has a bullet wound in the upper chest area."
"And you?"
"Sorry sir, I don't have any bad puns about getting stabbed in the stomach."
"Medical description, please."
"It's a bit above the hip, on the left side, about an inch and a half long, half an inch wide, and I can't tell how deep it is."
"Wait there."
"Alright. I'll tell you the rest of my findings later."
"I'll be waiting."
Falcon tapped the device again, ending the conversation.
She looked up to find the hosts staring at her.
"What?"
"Who are you?" Kyoya asked.
She sighed, "Did you forget already? Do you suffer from memory loss?"
"Answer the question," anger was etched on his face.
"My name is Elizabeth Anne Rings, but I like to go by Liz. I am the daughter of Thomas Allen Rings and Irene Sarah Rings, previously Irene Sarah Lommar. I moved here as a transfer student from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where I was born and grew up. I'm fifteen years-old, my birthday is May twenty-seventh, and my best friend is Julia Marie Pope. I like to draw and read, my favorite food is quesadillas, my favorite dessert is strawberry tart, I hate celery, and my favorite color is green. Happy?"
"No I'm not. Stop lying to me, Falcon!"
On the inside, Falcon's heart sped up. How did he know? But she kept her calm composure. "I'm not a bird," she said, giving him a puzzled look.
"No, that's your name."
Falcon sighed again, "I'm serious about that memory problem. I just told you my name is Elizabeth Anne Rings. Where did you even get the name Falcon anyways?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"We heard your conversation with Nekozawa."
"With who?" she kept up the confused act while thinking, I knew I was too loud. I forgot that their club room is right next to his.
"Umehito Nekozawa. Although you already knew that."
"I'm sorry, Nek-o-sawah? I honestly have no idea who that is."
She had everyone convinced, except Kyoya but he dropped it for now. "I'm sorry 'Liz.' You're right, we must have heard someone else."
"It's alright. No harm done," she replied. Whew that was close, she thought, although I can tell he's not entirely convinced.
A few minutes later, a few men ran into the room. They quickly grabbed Falcon and carried her out of the room.
She smiled at them, "Hey Rob! Hey Darren! Hey Tommy!"
"What's happening?" Haruhi asked one of the men who wasn't holding Falcon.
"She needs to go to the hospital," he replied.
"Can we come?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked.
"One second, I'll ask." He stepped away from them and spoke to someone on his earpiece. He walked back over.
"The boss says it's ok. Follow me."
They walked out to where a jet was waiting. Falcon was on it and she waved to them.
"Err... Why is there a plane?" Tamaki voiced everyone's question.
"Dr. John wouldn't appreciate someone else do his job," the guy said.
Everyone else just looked confused.
They took off. The jet went at an incredibly fast speed. In no time they landed. The hosts got off dizzily and looked over at Falcon. She had fallen asleep.
"Seriously, how did she do that?" Hikaru asked.
"I don't know, but I'm glad I didn't eat any fancy tuna before this," Haruhi moaned, clutching her stomach.
They got into a car and drove to a hospital.
Falcon, who had been in a different car, was already in one of the rooms.
They crowded around in the room as she greeted a doctor.
"Hi Dr. John!" she said happily.
"Hello again. What did you do this time?" he asked with a smile.
"I got stabbed," she pouted, "I liked shirt too!" She gestured to the ripped, bloody shirt.
The doctor moved the shirt out of the way, and examined the wound.
"It's not bad, but you'll have to get stitches."
Falcon groaned, "Just make sure the straps are tight."
The hosts all looked at each other, confused. Straps?
A nurse ushered them out of the room, but allowed them to watch through a window.
They watched as several nurses gently removed her shirt. The males blushed.
"Oh it's not that bad, she's wearing a bra," Haruhi scolded.
The nurses pulled out some leather straps that the hosts hadn't noticed hanging off her bed. They quickly adjusted them, so Falcon's wrists, ankles, waist, and chest were held down.
"What are they doing?" Tamaki asked, worried for his other beloved daughter.
A syringe was injected in Falcon's neck and her eyes fluttered closed.
Dr. John got right to work, stitching up the injury.
Falcon turned her head to the other side and let out a soft moan. A few more followed after that until she suddenly spoke.
"No," her voice was soft and slurred. She struggled a bit and said, "No," again. This repeated itself a couple of times.
"Don't hurt him," she mumbled, "please." Her voice was gaining in intensity, "Don't! Take me instead! ... Stop! Take me!"
Dr. John finished and bandaged up the wound. He stepped away and he and the nurses left the room. The nurses went their separate ways, but Dr. John stood by the hosts and watched his patient through the window.
"Don't hurt him! Please!" she begged and they could all see the tears running down her cheeks.
"What's happening?" Honey asked as Falcon began to thrash.
"Let him go! Please!"
Dr. John sighed, "She has a strange reaction to that medicine. It's supposed to put you in a dreamless sleep, but for some reason she has nightmares."
"What kind of nightmares?" Haruhi asked.
"It's a memory, really. The same one every time."
"Why don't you just use a different medicine?"
"She absolutely refuses."
"Why?" asked Kyoya.
"It's the memory. She feels like she'd be running away from it. And to her running away is a sign of weakness." He smiled sadly. "She should be waking up soon."
They all turned back to Falcon just in time to hear her scream.
"NO! Talon! Talon! TALON!" she began to sob as she murmured, "Talon... Talon..."
She opened her eyes. Dr. John went to go back in the room, when Honey caught his sleeve.
"Dr. John? Who's Talon?"
Dr. John stared sadly at Falcon, "Her older brother."
