Prologue
"You can't see the stars tonight."
Will turned his head toward Kathleen, not sure if he heard her right.
"What?"
"You can't see the stars tonight. Too much fog." She paused for a moment and let the cool breeze caress her cheek as she gazed at the water below her. "The night hangs low."
Will looked at her like she was crazy.
"Did you honestly just say 'the night hangs low?"
Kathleen grinned.
"I feel poetic tonight."
"What the bloody hell is making you feel poetic?"
Kathleen simply shrugged and let out a soft sigh.
"This Will, what we're doing, our whole lives. It just hits me sometimes and I feel poetic."
"Blowing stuff up makes you poetic? Damn, Kath, I knew you were a pyromaniac, but you never spewed me a sonnet about it before."
"Not the bomb you moron. This is much more significant then that. We're writing history. We're making the world a better place. Doesn't that ever get to you?"
Will just stared at her. "It's really too bad you didn't go to St. Thomas, they really would have loved you."
Kathleen shuddered and stared at the railing of the bridge before returning her gaze to the water.
"Murderers and traitors built that school and send their wretched children there, so they can grow up to be just like their parents. I'm not like that."
"Well, according to the Daily Prophet you're a terrorist."
"That's because the DE runs the Daily Prophet and every other bloody thing in this country. There's no freedom of the press anymore Will. There's no freedom of anything. And I am not a terrorist."
"Well you protest the government by blowing up their buildings. That's not terrorism?"
"No. I blow up their buildings to prevent them from spreading their propaganda. I haven't hurt anyone. I have an amazing no casualty record."
"That is true. No one else has clean runs."
"Exactly."
He paused. "So is everyone else a terrorist?"
"Look, Will it doesn't matter. They are the bad guys; we are fighting them for the good of the world. We are not the terrorists, they are."
She turned toward him and noticed he looked worried. She let out a thin smile. He was worse then her mother. But she wasn't complaining. Ever since they were children she had planned and he had worried. It was a bit of normality in her crazy non-terrorist life, and she clung to it.
"You're awfully worked up tonight Kath. Why? This isn't the first time we've done this."
"And it won't be our last unless the DE catches up with us."
Will smiled bravely and flicked a pebble off the rail's ledge into the Thames.
"They won't."
Kathleen was about to agree when a white flare streaked across the sky.
"GO!"
She ran. Ran for her life, knowing that the flare gave her approximately eight seconds before explosion. They were precious seconds needed for escape, before the hysteria, the DE, the press, and before she and her friends were once again hailed as terrorists.
"HERE!"
She followed Will into an alley behind an old dumpster.
"Ready?"
She wrinkled her nose and was about to respond.
Then the blast went off.
A/N: I know it may be hard to follow, but I will write the next chapter very soon and more will be explained. And it will be much longer. Remember to review!
"You can't see the stars tonight."
Will turned his head toward Kathleen, not sure if he heard her right.
"What?"
"You can't see the stars tonight. Too much fog." She paused for a moment and let the cool breeze caress her cheek as she gazed at the water below her. "The night hangs low."
Will looked at her like she was crazy.
"Did you honestly just say 'the night hangs low?"
Kathleen grinned.
"I feel poetic tonight."
"What the bloody hell is making you feel poetic?"
Kathleen simply shrugged and let out a soft sigh.
"This Will, what we're doing, our whole lives. It just hits me sometimes and I feel poetic."
"Blowing stuff up makes you poetic? Damn, Kath, I knew you were a pyromaniac, but you never spewed me a sonnet about it before."
"Not the bomb you moron. This is much more significant then that. We're writing history. We're making the world a better place. Doesn't that ever get to you?"
Will just stared at her. "It's really too bad you didn't go to St. Thomas, they really would have loved you."
Kathleen shuddered and stared at the railing of the bridge before returning her gaze to the water.
"Murderers and traitors built that school and send their wretched children there, so they can grow up to be just like their parents. I'm not like that."
"Well, according to the Daily Prophet you're a terrorist."
"That's because the DE runs the Daily Prophet and every other bloody thing in this country. There's no freedom of the press anymore Will. There's no freedom of anything. And I am not a terrorist."
"Well you protest the government by blowing up their buildings. That's not terrorism?"
"No. I blow up their buildings to prevent them from spreading their propaganda. I haven't hurt anyone. I have an amazing no casualty record."
"That is true. No one else has clean runs."
"Exactly."
He paused. "So is everyone else a terrorist?"
"Look, Will it doesn't matter. They are the bad guys; we are fighting them for the good of the world. We are not the terrorists, they are."
She turned toward him and noticed he looked worried. She let out a thin smile. He was worse then her mother. But she wasn't complaining. Ever since they were children she had planned and he had worried. It was a bit of normality in her crazy non-terrorist life, and she clung to it.
"You're awfully worked up tonight Kath. Why? This isn't the first time we've done this."
"And it won't be our last unless the DE catches up with us."
Will smiled bravely and flicked a pebble off the rail's ledge into the Thames.
"They won't."
Kathleen was about to agree when a white flare streaked across the sky.
"GO!"
She ran. Ran for her life, knowing that the flare gave her approximately eight seconds before explosion. They were precious seconds needed for escape, before the hysteria, the DE, the press, and before she and her friends were once again hailed as terrorists.
"HERE!"
She followed Will into an alley behind an old dumpster.
"Ready?"
She wrinkled her nose and was about to respond.
Then the blast went off.
A/N: I know it may be hard to follow, but I will write the next chapter very soon and more will be explained. And it will be much longer. Remember to review!