Undercover
By Pegasia Silverfeather
II.
She collapsed wearily into her hard desk chair. The clock read 11:34 but exhaustion had failed to hit. With a shrug she pulled the daggers from her boot. As she polished them with matriculates care.
Lilly pulled the cloth from the metal surface and peered into her reflection. It was a strange look. Her glittering emerald eyes clashed against the straight raven tresses. "He was right. Black really doesn't suite me. " She said and laid the daggers down on the table top and pushed her chair back.
`My first plane of action... Wash this crap out of my hair!' She thought as she grabbed a change of clothes.
The steaming water pelted her face and shoulders as she stepped in. As she showered she questioned what had happened earlier in the building. `Is that even possible? How did I know how to do that? What was that anyway?' Her self-doubts attacked her viciously and she stepped out and dried off. When she looked in the mirror she saw the soft blue cotton pajamas were slightly damp from her wild fiery red hair grabbing her brush she harshly ran it through her tangled dark red curls in sharp violent yanks. Slipping the hair into a blue hair-band, she clicked off the light and collapsed into her bed, not even throwing the pale velvet blue comforter over her.
Emerald eyes grew heavy and soon closed; Her lips parted slightly and a soft purr-like snore rose from her throat as she slept.
While she was subsiding in the bliss of slumber her window slid open on it's own accord revealing black cast-iron bars. A pale, smoke-like mist crept in between the bars and over the sill, pooling itself onto the dark, hardwood floors. The mist funneled and spun wildly till it took a solid spin then exploded with the sound of a soft breeze and in it's place stood a boy of 14 with wild black hair dressed in midnight blue.
For a moment he stared into the room gazing at the few possessions lined the small area. Cocking his head to the side he saw the daggers on the wall. For a girl so young the collection was great. Gently he ran a finger over a set of small ones with mahogany handles, silver blades engraved with an intricate scene of lilies. They looked old but something deep inside his mind flashed with remembrance. He could see the etched lilies swaying to an invisible breeze, emerald leaves glittering. Quickly he blinked the image away and turned facing the sleeping girl.
A gentle smile played on his lips and she stepped to her bedside and knelt down and gazed at her sleeping form. She shivered, causing him to frown. He pulled something form his pocket and whispered something so softly it was in audible. A pale blue blanket appeared and floated towards the girl. The boy wrapped the edge of the blanket around her shoulders.
Fiery spindles fell over the bridge of her nose and he gently pushed them away. Suddenly, her two hands grasped his in a sleepy grip. As he tried to slide his hand away she grasped it and slid it under her ear, pulling him closer. Unsure of what to do he got closer and tried to hear what she was whispering in her sleep...
Lilly found her self in a dark and eerie hall. The walls were apparently endless and she was walking calmly along the walls, her shoes making a soft clicking sound behind her. As she walked the room got colder sending a chill up her spine.
`Click-click-click-click' Her shoes tapped softly. `Click-click' suddenly soft swish brushing and quick thuds of boot heels hitting the floor.
`Click-click-swish-thud-swish-thud' Over and over again it rang down the hall. Someone was following her. Her heart speed up and the thudding added a new beat to the mantra that was playing a horrid theme. She speed up and the follower's steps followed. Panic filled her and she dared a glance over her shoulder. To her surprise there was nothing behind her. She stopped and turned around, her hair whipping across her face.
Although she saw nothing something brushed across her face and she reached out and caught it. Feeling the pulse speed up as she held on she smiled. A name crept into her mind. "No, James." She said and rubbed her thumbs over the invisible hand's palm. Reaching her hand out she grabbed the side of the figure's face. "James, don't do that."
Suddenly the dream melted away into a different dream...
"No, James." She whispered. The figure beside her bed jumped in slight shock. "James, don't do that." His brown eyes opened in shock. How did she know he was there? Pulling his hand away he whispered a few words and another twister encircled him again and returned out of the window, closing it as the smoke cleared the bars...
"So these are the videos of the bust?" Angel asked Jim, who was viewing the screens.
"Yeah. Something weird in here." He said and fast-forwarded.
"Really? What?" She asked sitting down at a computer chair and setting a Styrofoam cup on the table.
"Watch." He said as he fast-forwarded to mid battle. "Look, see everyone is attacking and look at little Lilly Evans, she walks right past the fight towards this corner and POW! You come in though the window in front of her. Gargantuan jumps beside you two and she says something.... And she's gone. Not to mention that all of you are holding still... Like in mid-air." He said pointing to the hovering people. Now, look. See, there's a handgun moving and.... That door flies open and shuts. It's like some one hit pause and you all restarted. Not to mention that the bullet pointed at you isn't in rout anymore. Note that your attacker just fell."
"What?" Angel asked dazed.
"Oh, that's not all. Get really to enter the twilight zone." Jim said and pointed as 4 men dress in funny looking black robes pointed sticks in the air and light flashed and they too disappeared. "The rest of the tape is exactly like you remember it." Jim said.
"I-I-... What was that?" Angel asked peering into Jim's face.
Authors Note: So how is chapter two. This should clear up soon. Uh...This is set in the 90's in Detroit Mi, USA. Just in case you're confused. Review Please.
~Pegasia Silverfeather~
By Pegasia Silverfeather
II.
She collapsed wearily into her hard desk chair. The clock read 11:34 but exhaustion had failed to hit. With a shrug she pulled the daggers from her boot. As she polished them with matriculates care.
Lilly pulled the cloth from the metal surface and peered into her reflection. It was a strange look. Her glittering emerald eyes clashed against the straight raven tresses. "He was right. Black really doesn't suite me. " She said and laid the daggers down on the table top and pushed her chair back.
`My first plane of action... Wash this crap out of my hair!' She thought as she grabbed a change of clothes.
The steaming water pelted her face and shoulders as she stepped in. As she showered she questioned what had happened earlier in the building. `Is that even possible? How did I know how to do that? What was that anyway?' Her self-doubts attacked her viciously and she stepped out and dried off. When she looked in the mirror she saw the soft blue cotton pajamas were slightly damp from her wild fiery red hair grabbing her brush she harshly ran it through her tangled dark red curls in sharp violent yanks. Slipping the hair into a blue hair-band, she clicked off the light and collapsed into her bed, not even throwing the pale velvet blue comforter over her.
Emerald eyes grew heavy and soon closed; Her lips parted slightly and a soft purr-like snore rose from her throat as she slept.
While she was subsiding in the bliss of slumber her window slid open on it's own accord revealing black cast-iron bars. A pale, smoke-like mist crept in between the bars and over the sill, pooling itself onto the dark, hardwood floors. The mist funneled and spun wildly till it took a solid spin then exploded with the sound of a soft breeze and in it's place stood a boy of 14 with wild black hair dressed in midnight blue.
For a moment he stared into the room gazing at the few possessions lined the small area. Cocking his head to the side he saw the daggers on the wall. For a girl so young the collection was great. Gently he ran a finger over a set of small ones with mahogany handles, silver blades engraved with an intricate scene of lilies. They looked old but something deep inside his mind flashed with remembrance. He could see the etched lilies swaying to an invisible breeze, emerald leaves glittering. Quickly he blinked the image away and turned facing the sleeping girl.
A gentle smile played on his lips and she stepped to her bedside and knelt down and gazed at her sleeping form. She shivered, causing him to frown. He pulled something form his pocket and whispered something so softly it was in audible. A pale blue blanket appeared and floated towards the girl. The boy wrapped the edge of the blanket around her shoulders.
Fiery spindles fell over the bridge of her nose and he gently pushed them away. Suddenly, her two hands grasped his in a sleepy grip. As he tried to slide his hand away she grasped it and slid it under her ear, pulling him closer. Unsure of what to do he got closer and tried to hear what she was whispering in her sleep...
Lilly found her self in a dark and eerie hall. The walls were apparently endless and she was walking calmly along the walls, her shoes making a soft clicking sound behind her. As she walked the room got colder sending a chill up her spine.
`Click-click-click-click' Her shoes tapped softly. `Click-click' suddenly soft swish brushing and quick thuds of boot heels hitting the floor.
`Click-click-swish-thud-swish-thud' Over and over again it rang down the hall. Someone was following her. Her heart speed up and the thudding added a new beat to the mantra that was playing a horrid theme. She speed up and the follower's steps followed. Panic filled her and she dared a glance over her shoulder. To her surprise there was nothing behind her. She stopped and turned around, her hair whipping across her face.
Although she saw nothing something brushed across her face and she reached out and caught it. Feeling the pulse speed up as she held on she smiled. A name crept into her mind. "No, James." She said and rubbed her thumbs over the invisible hand's palm. Reaching her hand out she grabbed the side of the figure's face. "James, don't do that."
Suddenly the dream melted away into a different dream...
"No, James." She whispered. The figure beside her bed jumped in slight shock. "James, don't do that." His brown eyes opened in shock. How did she know he was there? Pulling his hand away he whispered a few words and another twister encircled him again and returned out of the window, closing it as the smoke cleared the bars...
"So these are the videos of the bust?" Angel asked Jim, who was viewing the screens.
"Yeah. Something weird in here." He said and fast-forwarded.
"Really? What?" She asked sitting down at a computer chair and setting a Styrofoam cup on the table.
"Watch." He said as he fast-forwarded to mid battle. "Look, see everyone is attacking and look at little Lilly Evans, she walks right past the fight towards this corner and POW! You come in though the window in front of her. Gargantuan jumps beside you two and she says something.... And she's gone. Not to mention that all of you are holding still... Like in mid-air." He said pointing to the hovering people. Now, look. See, there's a handgun moving and.... That door flies open and shuts. It's like some one hit pause and you all restarted. Not to mention that the bullet pointed at you isn't in rout anymore. Note that your attacker just fell."
"What?" Angel asked dazed.
"Oh, that's not all. Get really to enter the twilight zone." Jim said and pointed as 4 men dress in funny looking black robes pointed sticks in the air and light flashed and they too disappeared. "The rest of the tape is exactly like you remember it." Jim said.
"I-I-... What was that?" Angel asked peering into Jim's face.
Authors Note: So how is chapter two. This should clear up soon. Uh...This is set in the 90's in Detroit Mi, USA. Just in case you're confused. Review Please.
~Pegasia Silverfeather~