Disclaimer- I don't own KND, but I did make up T.A.t.T, and it's agents.

-Operation Death Rescue-

Part One

Five bored teenagers lounged in a comfortably furnished old bomb shelter that was dimly lit by flickering black candles.

"Where is she?" Canella Litz, better known as Agent Candy, asked in a voice tinged with irritation.

"Where ever she wants to be," Agent Mythe, a mage from another dimension, said. His real name was Mytherandal Delune.

"Yeah. Death answers to no one," Agent Pringles, thirteen year old Rhys Skie, said. He was the newest member to the T.A.t.W.

Everyone jumped up when Agent Spike burst into the room, his green hair (which was usually up in spikes) a mess, his clothes filthy, and he was really bruised up. He looked like he was in a really bad fight and then was out in the woods for a week.

That was weird, since he was only gone a few days.

"What's up?" Agent Chain (aka Brand Evans) asked.

Spike (Seth Evans, Chain's younger brother) said in a hollow voice, "They've got Fae."

Fae Forsythe was Agent Death.

"Who got her?" Agent Wolfe (Matt Wolfe) asked. He looked ready to tear someone's throat out (he was a shapeshifter, so that's literal).

"Her parents." Spike said in a low, angry voice.

"Oh. So?" Wolfe shrugged. Her parents were usually pretty cool.

"They're sending her to a boarding school."

"Ugh," Pringles gagged. "Yuck."

"Yeah, but it's worse than you think."

"How could it be worse?" Pringles asked, wide eyed.

"The school – Madame Selenara's Institution for Socially Maladapted Young Ladies – is horrible."

"It sounds terrible," Candy said.

"They'll try to make her into a respectable young lady."

"That'll make her mad!" Candy laughed.

"Yeah! She'll tear them to pieces," Pringles smirked.

"No. They will destroy her."

"Eeek!" Candy squeaked. "How?"

"They'll torture her; they'll make her watch only daytime TV (soap opera - yuck), listen to only boy bands, eat only tofu and rice stuff, they'll deprive her of sugar-"

Candy gasped, "They'll deprive her of sugar? They're evil!"

"Yes. And they'll make her wear dresses and read only extremely boring books. She'll become one of them. The mindless airhead clones. Death won't exist anymore. There will only be Faela."

"We have to save her," Wolfe commented.

Everyone agreed and turned to Spike.

He was in charge whenever Death was out.

"I have an idea," he admitted. "It goes like this…"