Anonymity. To be anonymous. To be unknown. To be secretive. To be mysterious. To be…
Something slammed into the wall outside her cell; she didn't pay much attention until something else suddenly appeared in the cell with her. She was used to surprise attacks and barely moved except to raise an eyebrow. His face was blue. He looked like a vampire in white.
"Ebony Angel, I presume?"
The voice of her former employer. She was good with voices. "Don't play stupid with me," she said as she continued to lounge on her bunk. "Vlad, isn't it? That's what the kid called you."
He seemed momentarily nonplussed, then he smiled. "Plasmius," he replied. "Vlad Plasmius. I'm here to get you out."
She scoffed bitterly. "What's the point? My Sweetheart's trashed. Roho's got the garage under surveillance. And it's November. Not Angel."
Up to this point, Vlad had held his hands behind his back. Now, he produced them for her inspection. In one, he held a black biker's helmet. In the other, a black lacquered key ring with a single black key. "Not anymore," he said smugly.
November lunged to her feet and snatched the key away. "Where's my baby, old man?" Her voice would have made a penguin shiver.
"Perfectly safe in my castle and awaiting your attention. That is, if you're still interested…"
"What's the deal?"
Vlad smiled. "The same as it was. Kill Jack Fenton. I would prefer it if you did not kill young Daniel, but if you must, then I suppose, you must."
"Good! Because I'm going to. That kid hurt my baby."
"Yes, yes…" He rolled his eyes; few people understand the nature of Ebony Angel and Sweetheart's relationship. In fact, no one did, now that Frank was dead.
She angrily shoved the thought away and held out her hand. "Get me out of here."
Ebony Angel stroked the seat of her bike lovingly. "The kid's back in town, finally," she said. "What do you think, Sweetheart? Is he a ghost or not?"
There was, naturally, no response. Most people thought Angel was insane for talking to her bike. She thought they were insane for talking to the TV. Sweetheart was her only friend since Frank died; of course, she talked to it. Of course, she called it baby. Of course, she took spectacular care of it.
"So what do you like better?" she asked, not expecting a response. "Should we attack now while he's still getting settled? Or should we wait until he's comfortable?" She laughed as though Sweetheart had said something witty and patted its handlebars. "Yeah, I know how much you love a good show. Saturday, it is!"
Angel didn't really think the bike had answered. So many people didn't seem to grasp that. They spoke to inanimate objects all the time. She was just nicer about it. Not that it really mattered what other people thought. She had long since stopped caring.
People were sheep. And Ebony Angel was the dog.
A/N: Right, if you've checked my prologue in the last couple days or so, you might notice I had Sheep in Wolf's Clothing as the next up. It's the same story, I just changed the name when I realized Technus was going to be in it, too.