A/N: Of course some thank yous are in order for the reviews I've gotten.
Thanks to villianbabe (who's so faithful in reviewing each chappy), Alex
(glad your liking the story!) and Skyfire4!
A/N 2: This is the big chapter readers. Here you'll find out who J is. I hope that you will be surprised at who J is and if it's not too much trouble, let me know in your review if you were surprised by who J was. Thanks in advance!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XIX
An Insane Revenge
Dylan
"In the flesh," the voice said, laughingly. "It is nice to finally meet you Angel, and you Mute Boy."
"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, getting angry.
"Temper, temper Angel," J said. Then the figure moved into the light and stared down at me. It was a woman. She had light brown hair and flashing, dark eyes. "You don't know who I am, do you?" she asked. Then she smiled evilly. "While you both may not recognize me, I daresay that you both knew my brother."
When she said that, I realized that I had seen those eyes before, they were the exact same as her brother's. "You're Eric Knox's sister?" I asked, shocked.
"Very good," J said in an impressed tone of voice. "You are not as stupid as I had first thought." Then she reached into her mouth and took out a voice synthesizer. "I am Juliana McCadden," her voice had a very thick British accent.
"What are you going to do with us?" I asked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anthony nodding his head-he wanted to know too.
"I shall torture and kill you both," McCadden said. "And my brother's death will finally be avenged."
"Why Anthony?" I asked. "He didn't cause your brother's death."
"No, but why should he survive a missile attack when my brother did no?" she spat at me.
I took a step backwards and bumped into Anthony. This woman was completely out of her mind.
"Now don't think I'm not a gracious woman," McCadden was saying. "I won't start the torture until tomorrow. And once you are dead, I'll make sure some of your teeth and bones are found by your friends."
"You're not going to kill us until tomorrow?" I asked, surprised.
"What's the matter Angel; want to get it over with?" McCadden sneered. "I'm letting you and your mute boyfriend have on more night together. As I said before, I am a gracious woman."
"If you were so gracious, you would realize that your brother was insane," I said before I could stop myself. "He was going to kill and innocent man and he had to be stopped."
Two spots of red appeared on McCadden's cheeks. "Ah yes, your precious Charlie," she said angrily. "I know that my dear brother thought he had to be killed. And I know that your Charlie was not responsible for my father's death. But my brother thought he was right, and he didn't deserve to be killed just because of that!"
I glanced over at Anthony, and he looked back at me, concern in his eyes.
"So it looks like the angels shall be reduced to two," McCadden said, getting her anger under control. "My man shall be sending you some food soon. Have a pleasant evening." With that, the woman turned and the room she had been standing in went dark.
"She has got to be completely out of her mind," I said, turning to Anthony. The woman's mood changes had unsettled me and I did not want him to see that I was a little scared.
He knew me too well though, and he signed, "Don't worry. Her insanity will work against her."
I nodded and tried to smile, unsuccessfully though.
An hour later, a flap in the cell door was opened and a tray and a bucket were pushed through. The tray had some bread on it, and the bucket was filled with water.
Anthony went to the bucket, sat down and put his hands inside. Then he brought out his hands and drank the water he had managed to catch.
I walked over to him and sat down. I took the bread from the tray and ripped in half. I gave on piece to Anthony and started eating the other half. In between bites, I watched Anthony as he ate his bread quickly. "I don't know how you can be so calm in here," I said. "It's a little unnerving."
"I have learned that the best way to win a fight is to stay as calm as possible," he signed.
I swallowed the last of my bread, then went over to the bucket and drank some water from my hands. "We need to think of a plan if we're going to survive fighting McCadden and her thugs," I said, standing up.
"I think that J will want to deal with us by herself," Anthony signed, getting up.
I thought about that for a moment and then said, "That's probably true. And if it is, then she's trained herself for this for almost three years."
"Then we'll have to try and fight her together," Anthony signed. "I'm sure she can't fight two people at one, even if she trained for three years."
Soon night came and the cell turned dark. I was tempted to go to the door and yell for a flashlight. I got up off the bed frame I had been perched on, when the two torches on the sides of the door lit up. "Self-lighting torches, I need to get some of those," I said.
The flap on the door opened and a few minutes later, a gray bundle was pushed into the cell. "Mattress for the cot," a voice I recognized as the Welsh thug said. "Compliments of Missus McCadden. Good night and pleasant dreams." He laughed and we could hear his footsteps going down the stairs of the tower.
Anthony went over and picked the mattress up off the ground. He set it on the bed frame and signed, "You should get some sleep."
"How can I sleep?" I said, shaking my head. "There's just no way."
He walked over to me and then grabbed my arm, pulling me to the cot. He pushed me down and made sure that I lay down on the mattress.
"Okay, okay. I'll lie down, but I probably won't sleep," I said to him exasperatingly.
"Good," Anthony signed. He took my hand and kissed it softly. Then he walked over to stand guard near the door.
A/N 2: This is the big chapter readers. Here you'll find out who J is. I hope that you will be surprised at who J is and if it's not too much trouble, let me know in your review if you were surprised by who J was. Thanks in advance!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XIX
An Insane Revenge
Dylan
"In the flesh," the voice said, laughingly. "It is nice to finally meet you Angel, and you Mute Boy."
"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, getting angry.
"Temper, temper Angel," J said. Then the figure moved into the light and stared down at me. It was a woman. She had light brown hair and flashing, dark eyes. "You don't know who I am, do you?" she asked. Then she smiled evilly. "While you both may not recognize me, I daresay that you both knew my brother."
When she said that, I realized that I had seen those eyes before, they were the exact same as her brother's. "You're Eric Knox's sister?" I asked, shocked.
"Very good," J said in an impressed tone of voice. "You are not as stupid as I had first thought." Then she reached into her mouth and took out a voice synthesizer. "I am Juliana McCadden," her voice had a very thick British accent.
"What are you going to do with us?" I asked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anthony nodding his head-he wanted to know too.
"I shall torture and kill you both," McCadden said. "And my brother's death will finally be avenged."
"Why Anthony?" I asked. "He didn't cause your brother's death."
"No, but why should he survive a missile attack when my brother did no?" she spat at me.
I took a step backwards and bumped into Anthony. This woman was completely out of her mind.
"Now don't think I'm not a gracious woman," McCadden was saying. "I won't start the torture until tomorrow. And once you are dead, I'll make sure some of your teeth and bones are found by your friends."
"You're not going to kill us until tomorrow?" I asked, surprised.
"What's the matter Angel; want to get it over with?" McCadden sneered. "I'm letting you and your mute boyfriend have on more night together. As I said before, I am a gracious woman."
"If you were so gracious, you would realize that your brother was insane," I said before I could stop myself. "He was going to kill and innocent man and he had to be stopped."
Two spots of red appeared on McCadden's cheeks. "Ah yes, your precious Charlie," she said angrily. "I know that my dear brother thought he had to be killed. And I know that your Charlie was not responsible for my father's death. But my brother thought he was right, and he didn't deserve to be killed just because of that!"
I glanced over at Anthony, and he looked back at me, concern in his eyes.
"So it looks like the angels shall be reduced to two," McCadden said, getting her anger under control. "My man shall be sending you some food soon. Have a pleasant evening." With that, the woman turned and the room she had been standing in went dark.
"She has got to be completely out of her mind," I said, turning to Anthony. The woman's mood changes had unsettled me and I did not want him to see that I was a little scared.
He knew me too well though, and he signed, "Don't worry. Her insanity will work against her."
I nodded and tried to smile, unsuccessfully though.
An hour later, a flap in the cell door was opened and a tray and a bucket were pushed through. The tray had some bread on it, and the bucket was filled with water.
Anthony went to the bucket, sat down and put his hands inside. Then he brought out his hands and drank the water he had managed to catch.
I walked over to him and sat down. I took the bread from the tray and ripped in half. I gave on piece to Anthony and started eating the other half. In between bites, I watched Anthony as he ate his bread quickly. "I don't know how you can be so calm in here," I said. "It's a little unnerving."
"I have learned that the best way to win a fight is to stay as calm as possible," he signed.
I swallowed the last of my bread, then went over to the bucket and drank some water from my hands. "We need to think of a plan if we're going to survive fighting McCadden and her thugs," I said, standing up.
"I think that J will want to deal with us by herself," Anthony signed, getting up.
I thought about that for a moment and then said, "That's probably true. And if it is, then she's trained herself for this for almost three years."
"Then we'll have to try and fight her together," Anthony signed. "I'm sure she can't fight two people at one, even if she trained for three years."
Soon night came and the cell turned dark. I was tempted to go to the door and yell for a flashlight. I got up off the bed frame I had been perched on, when the two torches on the sides of the door lit up. "Self-lighting torches, I need to get some of those," I said.
The flap on the door opened and a few minutes later, a gray bundle was pushed into the cell. "Mattress for the cot," a voice I recognized as the Welsh thug said. "Compliments of Missus McCadden. Good night and pleasant dreams." He laughed and we could hear his footsteps going down the stairs of the tower.
Anthony went over and picked the mattress up off the ground. He set it on the bed frame and signed, "You should get some sleep."
"How can I sleep?" I said, shaking my head. "There's just no way."
He walked over to me and then grabbed my arm, pulling me to the cot. He pushed me down and made sure that I lay down on the mattress.
"Okay, okay. I'll lie down, but I probably won't sleep," I said to him exasperatingly.
"Good," Anthony signed. He took my hand and kissed it softly. Then he walked over to stand guard near the door.