Two crossovers. One is purposefully vague and the other is quite obivous.
Bree woke up in the dark. She was on her side, her hands bound behind her back. The floor was metal. There were no windows and only smallest sliver creeping in from under the door. It wasn't enough to tell if it was artificial or natural light and thus, no way of telling what time it was, or how long she had been out for.
The room was moving. Back and forth, up and down, side to side. A ship then, nothing else would move like that. No portholes meat she was probably below the waterline. Unless she wasn't. She didn't know much about ships in general and knew even less about the one she was on. Like the size, who it belonged to, what part of the ocean it was in, or how many people were on board.
It wasn't a god situation. And the worst part was, her hat was missing. It was her favorite hat. She and that hat had some good years together and she was going to miss it. Bree wriggled around on the floor until she was sitting up, which is rather hard to do with your hands behind your back.
A few minutes later the door was suddenly flung open and Bree squinted at the sudden intrusion of light. Before her eyes had time to adjust someone grabbed her and slammed her against the nearest wall. Blinking spots out of her eyes Bree got a look at who had grabbed her. It was a large, dark skinned, slightly feral looking man.
"Well look who finally decided to wake up." He taunted. "You've given us a lot of trouble, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Bree muttered something that the man, even though he was probably a werewolf, couldn't hear.
"What was that?" he asked. He cried out in pain and doubled over clutching his groin, dropping Bree in process.
"I have a knife." Bree stated, holding up the bloodied knife in question. Her captors really shouldn't have given her time to free her hands.
"You're not hurting her too badly are you?" A woman asked. "We do need her alive." The woman was looking into the dark room from the other side of the doorway. She gasped in surprise when she suddenly found Bree holding a knife to her throat.
The woman raised her wand.
"I'll have cut your throat by the time you get the first syllable out."Bree growled. "Drop your wand and you'll get to keep your blood where it belongs."
The woman dropped her wand. Bree took a good look at her hostage. Brown hair, green eyes, and those features…
"What's your last name?" Bree asked.
"Grimsley." The woman replied.
Ben had come from a dark family, but he never mentioned his relatives.
"Okay then." Bree said. "Now tell me, where are we?"
"The Caribbean, I think. After we picked you up we took you to down south to the coast. Magical means of international travel are monitored so we hired some smugglers." The woman replied timidly.
"Any other Death Eaters on the ship?" Bree asked.
"One. He's on the bridge." The woman answered.
"Right then. In you go." Bree said, shoving the woman into the dark room. The werewolf was starting to get up.
"Stupefy." The werewolf collapsed back to the floor. Bree turned to the woman.
"And stupefy." The woman fell over. Bree went back into the hall and shut the door, locking it, before picking up the woman's wand and pocketing it. She stretched, working out the kinks in her muscles and joints.
"That's better." She muttered. She activated her perception filter and started walking, using the point me spell to find a way to get to the upper levels of the ship. She had to go up a couple levels before getting to the deck of the ship. It was pitch black out, clouds obscured the moon and the stars provided very little light.
Bree looked around until she found where the life jackets were kept. She stowed her perception filter in her inventory because she had no idea how it would react to water. As she put one of the orange life jackets on she heard shouting. Apparently the crew had discovered that she had escaped.
She rushed over to the ship's railing and climbed over it. Staring down into the dark water, she hesitated for a moment. The shouting was getting closer.
Bree closed her eyes and jumped. "Geronimo!" she shouted. Cold water engulfed her before the life jacket yanked her back up to the surface.
She used aguamenti to propel herself away from the ship. Soon she was drifting alone in the sea. She decided that the best thing to do was to wait until morning. Even if she used the point me spell to find land it would be difficult to spot in the dark. She put her wand in one of her boots, not in one of the bigger on the inside pockets since she didn't want it to fill with sea water, just her boot.
She stared up at the stars as the waves rocked her. A star flickered out.
"Now would be a really great time for a blue police box to appear rescue me!" Bree shouted at the sky. She listened for the tell-tale sound of the TARDIS. The night remained quiet save for the sound of the waves.
"Fine! Be that way!" Bree yelled. She pouted and closed her eyes. Something bumped into her legs.
"Some sailors went to sea, sea, sea, to see what they could, see, see, see. But all that they could see, see, see, was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea." Bree sang weakly. She hadn't slept well thanks to That Annoying Dolphin and the occasional wave that would splash her face.
T.A.D. had gotten its name by being annoying and mostly useless. It had alternated between trying to get Bree to play with it and making sure she was alive when she fell asleep. The only reason she tolerated T.A.D. was because it kept That Creepy Shark away.
That Creepy Shark would circle around Bree, gradually coming in closer and closer until T.A.D. drove it away. That Creepy Shark always came back and the pattern would begin again.
By the time the sun was up both T.A.D. and That Creepy Shark were gone. Bree assumed that T.A.D. had gone off to eat some fish and That Creepy Shark had gone to do whatever sharks do when they're not impersonating Jaws.
Bree sighed. Using the point me spell to find land wasn't going well since she had to alternate using her wand as her "compass" and her "engine." Since she couldn't kept track of her destination while she was moving she kept drifting off course thanks to the wind and waves.
Her stomach rumbled. Her throat felt like sandpaper. She had tried using aguamenti to quench her thirst and had nearly drowned herself
"This was not a very well thought out plan." She muttered. She looked up at the sky. The sun had been beating down on her all day and was now sinking beneath the horizon.
T.A.D. and That Creepy Shark had come back during the night and continued their ritual. Of course, it could have been a different creepy shark, or maybe a series of creepy sharks, but Bree preferred to think of it as one persistent shark rather than multiple sharks because frankly one shark was less scary than many sharks. It helped that Bree couldn't see the shark(s) all that well in the dark water so she couldn't tell what kind(s) of shark(s) it/they was/were.
The next morning Bree was left alone again. Just a girl and the endless expanse of the sea. She was hungry, thirsty, and sunburned. She really should have taken the time to come up with a better plan, but she had been caught up in the "RunrunDeathEatersGetaway" and had fled. Death at sea was preferable to then what she would have faced at the hands of the Death Eaters.
The sun set again. Bree didn't mind when T.A.D. and That Creepy Shark came back. She looked up at the stars.
"Tick… tock… goes the clock." Bree began slowly. "And what now shall we play? Tick tock goes the clock… Now summers gone away."
Bree's voice could barely be heard above the sound of the waves.
"Tick tock goes the clock, and pain became her price…" She chuckled weakly and hummed the rest of the tune as her eyes slide shut.
Bree woke up on her side, staring at a white crab. She blinked. The crab waved its claws at her and then scuttled across the sand and into the ocean. Bree blinked again. Sand?
"'Ey girlie!" someone called. Bree rolled over onto her back. A young dark skinned man knelt down next to her.
"Come on girlie, Mama be waitin' for ya." He said, helping her sit up. He put a bottle to her lips. Bree greedily drank the water.
"Not too fast dere girlie." The young man chuckled, taking the bottle away. "I be takin' ya to Mama now." He effortlessly picked Bree up and carried her down the beach. He walked past a small dock and down a well-worn trail through the jungle. They approached what could best be described as a shack on stilts.
The shack was on the bank of a river. Well actually it was in the river connected to the bank by the front deck and a wooden walkway.
The building was decorated with things that had drifted in with the tide. Life rings, fishing nets and lures, a long string of plastic and glass bottles, and buoys hung on the sides off the shack or from the railing around the deck.
Inside the shack glass bottles filled with various pickled animals, animal parts, and other things hung from the rafters.
A dark skinned young woman with her hair done up in a messy bun.
"Ey girl, I brought de girlie like Mama want." The young man announced.
"Set 'er down boy." Girl ordered. Boy set Bree onto her feet. She stumbled slightly but Girl helped steady her.
"Let's getcha cleaned up girlie." Girl said, leading Bree to another room.
"Get 'er some food Boy." Girl called over her shoulder.
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Girl helped Bree strip out of her wet clothes and got a bucket of water and a cloth to wash the salt off of Bree's skin. Bree was somewhat embarrassed but recognized that she wasn't really in the best state to be able to take care of herself.
"So I take it you and Boy don't use your real names." Bree said as Girl washed her back. Girl chuckled.
"No, dere's magic inna name. To know someone's name is to 'ave a power over dem." She explained. "But ya knew dat dincha girlie?"
"Boy said that your mom was waiting for me." Bree stated.
"Now none of dat now. You be callin' 'er Mama jus' like everyone else." Girl replied.
"Okay, but is she waiting for me?" Bree aked.
"Ya. Mama know you be comin' so she send boy out to getcha." Girl answered.
"But how did she know?" Bree questioned.
"Dat be fer you an Mama to talk 'bout." Girl responded.
Once Bree was cleaned up girl rubbed some kind of paste into her skin to treat her sunburns then helped her change into a white cotton dress and led her out into the main room. Boy had set a bowl of soup out on a table along with some fruit. After helping her sit down, Girl went to wash Bree's clothes.
Bree didn't know what to think. The whole situation was very strange. The island itself seemed completely untouched by man except for the dock and the shack. There was a distinct lack modern items and the clothing seemed to be from a different era. It just had a completely different style and feel then the mass produced item Bree was used to. If it weren't for the modern items that decorated the building Bree might have thought she had gone through some sort of time warp
And then there was Boy, Girl, and the mysterious Mama. Something made her trust them and she had no idea why.
Mama looked to be around Lisa's age. Her hair was done up in dreadlock, her dress was somewhat tattered and just as outdated as what her children wore and around her neck was a heart shaped crab locket.
"I've bin waitin' for ya girlie." Mama told Bree.
"So I've heard." Bree replied. "But how did you know I was coming?"
"Da sea send ya 'ere and it tell me to wait." Mama explained.
"The sea sent me here?" Bree asked incredulously.
Mama nodded. "Dat's right." She said.
"Okay… Why?" Bree questioned.
"It could not allow sometin' so like itself to die." Mama replied. Bree was even more confused than before.
"I… What?" she said.
"Girlie, ya are harsh, untamable, and subjec' to your wims. One moment calm and placid, the next, angry and unforgivin'." Mama told her.
"How- how could you possibly know that?" Bree asked.
"Many 'ave 'erd 'bout de girl dat wanders unafraid into to unknown, 'bout de girl dat gave up a piece of 'erself to protect wat's important. De've 'erd 'bout the girl knows too much." Mama answered. "De've 'erd 'bout ya girlie."
"How?" Bree questioned in shock. Mama chuckled.
"Ya really need to ask dat?" she asked. "Ya cause chaos wherever ya go, ya wandered tru a thin place and back out without gettin' 'urt. Ya got noticed."
Bree frowned and was quiet for a long moment.
"The ones who noticed," she began. "Were they human?" Mama grinned.
"Clever girlie." She replied. "Humans only see wat de want to see, even dem magi can be blind."
"So then, are you human?" Bree inquired.
"Clever, clever girlie. Ya 'ave a great destiny waitin' for ya." Mama responded. It didn't answer Bree's question, but she figured there was no point in pushing it.
"I don't really believe in destiny." Bree stated. "Some preordained future, an inevitable outcome? Not happening. After all, time can be rewritten."
Mama chuckled again.
"Clever, clever girlie." She repeated.
Mama gave Bree a red bandana to cover her stiches with. Bree was able to relax on the island. The weather was warm and sunny with a gentle breeze. She lied down in the shade of a palm tree and relaxed before reaching out with her natural energy. A desolate island was the perfect place to partice bush magic.
The sand felt different than what she was used to. Tiny little grains kept together by gravity and easily pushed apart, except where it was held together by the roots of plants. Sand, sand, sand, tiny shellfish, sand, sand, microorganisms living in the sand, sand, sand, sand, thing. The thing was… gray, not that Bree could see it. It just felt kind of gray and big, like a whale. A whale made out of energy, a great big gray energy whale.
The whale seemed mildly amused by Bree's presence. It prodded at her and then grabbed her and pulled her down into the midst of the gray energy. Down into the very center of it, until she was completely surrounded by the gray. It felt peaceful. Then she was pushed down out of the gray and toward the river of light.
It was so beautiful. Even though see couldn't really see it she could still feel the life within it the power. It was almost addictive. Maybe that's why the one eyed man had warned her away from it. To prevent her from becoming addicted to the power that radiated from the river, from being tempted into the river and overdosing on it.
The one eyed man wasn't here this time and she could get as close as she wanted, but… What the river of light was like the sun? Get to close and you'll burn right up. And why did was she so interested in the river anyway? It's not like she had accomplished anything useful by gawking at it. She had gotten the meditation and connecting with nature parts of push magic down pretty well, but she kept using it to go down deep into the planet. She was on the surface of the planet. She needed to influence the surface. She needed to spread out instead of down. Maybe go up. Up into the trees and the sky and space. What would space feel like? What about the stars? The TARRDIS? Would it be like the river of light.
No, no, no. Back to earth. The plants, the animals, the wind and water. She needed to try to influence them. It would help, but it would be hard, especially since the final goal was to be able to use bush magic while moving.
Bree pulled away from the river went back up. The whale grabbed her again, forcing her up, up, up, up. She came back to herself quickly. Too quickly.
"Ow, ow, ow." She moaned, clutching her head and rolling onto her side. She felt pressure in her head like something had been crammed into her skull and was trying to burst back out.
"Came back to fast, eh girlie?"
Bree opened one of her eyes. Boy was looking down at her, amused.
"The whale pushed me." Bree growled. Boy looked confused for a moment before her burst out laughing.
"Good one girlie. Suits 'im." He said. "Ya lucky ya didn' 'ave an aneurysm tryin' dat on ya own."
Bree muttered something unintelligible at him.
"Come on and rest girlie. Ya won' get anytin' done like dat." He said, helping her up.
She sighed.
The next day Bree tried bush magic again. She stayed on the surface, pushing the sand into simple patterns. She practiced for hours and it slowly got easier.
"Girlie, hey girlie." Bree came back to herself, slowly this time. Girl was standing over her.
"Come on girlie. Mama wants to see ya." Girl told her.
Back at the shack Mama took the stiches out of Bree's head as they sat at the table in the main room. Bree kept the red bandana to cover the scar that was left behind.
"It's time for ya to go girlie." Mama stated. "Boy'll take ya to de next island."
"Okay." Bree replied. "But can I ask why?"
"Ya can't stay in any one place for to long girlie." Mama replied. "Ya still 'ave to pay de price and if ya don' satisfy it, it will come afta ya. If dat magic come to de island… bad tings will 'appen. Dis island 'as a life of its own. It don' like anyone uninvited."
Girl came into the room carrying multiple jars and bottles. She set them down on the table"
"I brought de medicines Mama." She said.
"Tank ya Girl." Mama replied as she picked up one of the jars and proceeded to explain what the medicine inside was for before giving it to Bree. The act was repeated until they had gone through every jar and bottle.
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Boy lead Bree out to the dock and helped her into a dinghy. He took her to a fishing village on the next island. Bree set out to find a way to the next island as the sun set. She turned and looked back for a moment. The island, which should have been visible in the distance, and the dinghy had both vanished. Bree stared for a moment and then walked away.
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After a day or so of going from island to island, sometimes as a cat, Bree ended up in Columbia.
"Wow, Aunt Lisa knows a lot of drug traffickers." Bree muttered as she inspected her list. She had narrowed it down to whoever would react the most favorably to her presence, but it was still quite a few.
She was in a rural area surrounded by jungle. It had been difficult getting there. It had taken a lot of hitchhiking and paying people to take her upriver, but she was finally at her destination, a town with the rainforest on all sides. But that had only been part one of her mission, part two was finding the man who owed Lisa, and the only way to do that in this town was by knocking on doors. No one would talk to he and she was getting frustrated and she was pretty sure there was something in the trees, following her.
She frowned and stared at the forest. She was sure there was a shadow moving around
"I hear that you're looking for Luis Fernando." Someone said. Bree turned saw a small group of armed men.
"What of it?" Bree replied.
"Luis asked me to bring you to him." The youngest man in the group answered. Bree grinned.
"Well then lead the way." She responded.
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Luis was in his fifties and his face showed every day of his age. He sat on the front porch of a small house, smoking a cigar.
"Why have you, a young American woman, come in search of me?" he asked coldly.
"I'm Lisa Smith's niece." Bree replied. Luis's whole demeanor changed in almost an instant.
"Why didn't you say so?" he exclaimed, smiling broadly and putting an arm around Bree. "Welcome, welcome. I've heard so much about you."
"Uh, sir, how do we know she is who she says she is?" one of the men interjected.
"Ah, right, right." Luis agreed, removing his am from Bree's shoulders. "Do you have any proof?"
"Other than the fact the only someone completely suicidal would make that claim?" Bree inquired rhetorically. "There's this." She had him something. He looked it over and gave it back after about a minute.
"This is definitely the niece of Lisa Smith." He declared. Bree grinned and tucked away the psychic paper she had taken from Jimmy.
"Now what can I do for you?" Luis asked.
"I need some help getting to Puerto Ayora." Bree answered.
"That's it?" Luis asked, surprised. "No, no, no. Your Aunt saved my life. You'll stay at my house in Bogota for a few days. We'll have a big dinner and you can tell me how Lisa's doing."
"Uh, okay." Bree replied.
Luis took her to a rural airfield and Bree completely ignored any drugs that may or may not have been there as she boarded the small plane.
Bree stayed in the guest room at Luis's house for the next few days. He treated her with the utmost hospitality, partly because she was related to the scariest woman on the planet and partly because he owed his life to scariest woman on the planet.
Over the nexr few days Bree was treated to multiple Columbian foods. Fried green plantains, chicken and potato stew, flan, some kind of cheese bread, corn cakes, potatoes in a cheese sauce seasoned with onions and tomatoes, red beans, coconut rice, rice with raisins and Coca Cola, roasted Andean potatoes, various salsas, chicken in coconut sauce, grill-roasted beef tenderloin, savory beef stew and orange layer cake. Bree liked some of the foods better than others, but was still delighted to have so much food available. Three days at sea makes you really appreciate food.
One day Bree woke up just knowing it was going to be a bad day. Luis had woken her up early in the morning, looking nervous. Two men with big guns were standing in the doorway. That was the first sign that her day was going decidedly downhill.
Bree sighed and threw off the covers.
"What the hell Luis?" she asked as she put on her bandanna having slept in her clothes, boots included.
"I'm very sorry and I know your aunt will be very unhappy about this, but she's not here threatening my family right now." Luis replied.
"I understand Luis, but my Aunt's going to blackmail you now." Bree replied. She turned to the two men in the doorway.
"So, what do you want?" she questioned.
"Boss wants us to take you to him." One of the men replied.
"Oh so it's a kidnapping then." Bree stated. "I just got kidnapped like a week ago, could you come back in a month or something?"
"No." the man replied.
"Fine, fine. Let's go." Bree muttered.
The men blindfolded Bree and tied her hands behind her back and put her in the back seat of a truck and drove around for a while. They finally stopped and pulled her out of the truck. When they finally removed the blindfold Bree saw that she was in a warehouse.
In front of her was a huge man. He was wearing a Mexican wrestler's mask and had a tube coming out the back of her neck. It was Bane, as in the Batman villain Bane. Why was Bane in Colombia of all places? ...Oh right, the drug trade. Oka, but what did Bane want with her.
"Well. This is new." Bree stated, blinking stupidly. She wasn't quite able to grasp the absurdity of her situation. "I know what the last group wanted when the kidnapped me, but what do you want with me?"
Bane grinned.
"Oh it's not about you." He said. "Your Aunt however has quite a bit of money, and I bet she'd be willing to give it up for her heir."
"So ransom then." Bree replied. "That's not going to work. Lisa's not going to give you any money for me."
"I've heard how much Lisa cares about you. She'll give me the money." Bane responded.
"No, she'll give you a nice shiny bullet to the head once she finds out you've kidnapped me. If you hurt me, she'll kill everyone you've ever cared about and then kill you, and if you kill me she will go after you until you're a shattered shell of a man on your knees begging for death and then she'll make sure that you live like that for as long as possible." Bree explained. "She earned the title "Scariest Woman on the Planet" because she ruins lives and enjoys it. I'm her heir because I exhibit the same qualities, and you kidnapped me, but whatever, give me three meals a day, and a place to sleep and I won't kick up a fuss."
"What?" one of Bane's henchmen asked, confused.
"Well I really don't have anywhere else to be right now, and so far you've treated me better than the last group that kidnapped me, so, yeah, I can hang out for a while, just don't try to smack me around or anything and I'll cooperate." Bree answered. "I missed breakfast, so if you could get me some of that cheese bread, that'd be fantastic."
Bane stared at her. "You're not quite all there, are you?" he asked. Bree shrugged.
"I'm sane…ish." She answered.
The room they put her in was rather small with a cot and an attached bathroom. The bathroom was tiny and consisted of a toilet, a sink, a shower, and no door. The walls in both rooms were marked up. There tally marks in some place and in others it looked like someone had been bashing something against the wall. It probably wasn't the first time someone and been held in that room. Maybe they had been kidnapped for ransom like Bree had been, or had been held hostage to blackmail someone, or maybe they had had information Bane wanted.
Bane's henchmen didn't want to go near the room, but someone needed to guard it. The henchmen drew straws to choose who would guard the door. The straw was drawn by one of the beefiest henchmen. He wasn't happy, but he had to do or Bane might punch his face in. It wasn't the room itself that bothered the henchmen, it was what they had put inside the room that unnerved them.
Bree wasn't like anyone they had ever held captive before. The others had all been terrified by their situation and by the fact that they might be killed. Bree didn't seem to care and, after eating the cheese bread she had demanded, had started singing her favorite parts of her favorite songs from her favorite play in no particular order while waltzing with the air.
"For what's the sound of the world out there? What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound? Those crunching noises pervading the air! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, all around! It's man devouring man, my dear! And then who are we to deny it in here?" Bree laughed as she twirled.
"Swing your razor wide! Sweeney, hold it to the skies. Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it. and its morals aren't worth what a pin can spit and it goes by the name of London... At the top of the hole sit the privileged few making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo turning beauty to filth and greed... But not for long...
The history of the world, my sweet - Oh, Mr. Todd, ooh, Mr. Todd, what does it tell? Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat! And, Mr. Todd, too, Mr. Todd, who gets to sell! But fortunately, it's also clear that everybody goes down well with a beer!
They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two. There's the one staying put in his proper place and the one with his foot in the other one's face. Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.
He kept a shop in London town. Of fancy clients and good renown and what if none of their souls were saved they went to their maker impeccably shaved.
No, we all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief. For the rest of us death will be a relief. We all deserve to die.
The history of the world, my love - Save a lot of graves, do a lot of relatives favors! Is those below serving those up above! Everybody shaves, so there should be plenty of flavors! How gratifying for once to know that those above will serve those down below! Have charity towards the world, my pet! Yes, yes, I know, my love! We'll take the customers that we can get! High-born and low, my love! We'll not discriminate great from small! No, we'll serve anyone, Meaning anyone, and to anyone at all!" Bree started cackling madly and the henchman outside the door knew that it was only a matter of time before she started singing again.
Bree eventually got tired of Sweeny Todd and started combining other songs to disturbing effect in an apparent attempt to drive her captors insane.
"Don't worry be happy I'm not always like this, it's something I've become. A terrible weakness in my nature, in my blood. I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me. The beast is ugly. I feel the rage and I just can't hold it. Would you mind if I killed you? Would you mind if I tried to?" Bree's singing just got worse from there as far as the henchmen were concerned.
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Bree was lounging in the cot, eating a plate of cheese bread she'd been given so that she'd shut up for a while when one of the henchmen reluctantly walked in.
"Boss says we need proof we have you, so I need you to hold this paper while I take your picture." He said, handing Bree a newspaper. Bree sat up, took the paper, and posed for the picture.
"Can you look less happy, this isn't a vacation photo." The henchman requested.
"Of course it isn't." Bree replied. "I look miserable in all my vacation photos." The henchman sighed and took the picture. He left the room muttering about crazies and Bree went back to her cheese bread.
The next day Bane stormed in.
"We contacted your Aunt and asked her for two million in exchange for your safe return." He stated.
"And?" she pushed.
"She made a counter offer. We give her two billion and she'll take you off our hands, then she hung up." Bane growled.
"Well, I am stuck here with nothing to do but think about all the ways you can break a man, body and soul." Bree replied. Her grin was entirely unnerving, even to a man like Bane since she had pointed teeth, catlike eyes, and claws, when she wasn't supposed to have any of those things and hadn't had them the day before.
"You're a meta human." Bane said. Bree blinked, suddenly looking perfectly human.
"No, not at all." She replied.
"Anyway…" Bane began. "I'm sure your aunt will change her mind after you're roughed up a bit." He moved to grab Bree but only grasped air since Bree was suddenly a cat. Bree darted between his legs, shifted into human form and pulled his venom tube free. Bane immediately lost a great deal of muscle mass and Bree knocked him down.
"Not going to try that again, are you?" she asked, pinning his head to the ground with her foot. Bane's response was muffled.
Bree stupefied him than went out into the hall. She quickly spotted a henchman.
"Hi there!" she greeted cheerily. "I just knocked out your boss. Until he wakes up I declare myself the new boss. I need you to bring me an office chair, ten rolls of duct tape, and a plate of pancakes. You have forty minutes."
Bane woke up in the evening, duct taped to a chair. Bree was smirking down at him.
"I did warn you, you know." She stated. "I set the terms and you violated them. It's not my fault I had to do this."
"You're insane." Bane growled.
"I have sociopathic tendencies. There's a difference." Bree replied. "You know, I've been looking into your operation here and I must say; you are very creative. Lacing cocaine with venom to make it more addictive? Genius! Especially since meth has become one of the most popular drugs out there, addictive, long lasting high, and anyone can make so long as they follow the directions, it's just pushing other drugs off the market. It really takes a creative genius to stay ahead of the game these days."
"I don't need you to explain what I already know." Bane snapped. Bree grinned, letting a bit of her animagus form bleed into her features.
"True, true, but you do need me to not set your warehouse on fire with you in it." She answered.
"What do you want?" Bane asked.
"How about the formula for venom?" Bree said. "Also, all your notes and the formula for any other compounds you may have developed… No wait, I already have all of that, you're henchmen were very cooperative once they saw your unconscious body. No, what I really want right now is to make you miserable, that way whenever anyone comes to you and suggests that kidnapping a member of my family might be a good way to make some money you can tell them all about this and say "No, it's not." Because nothing makes me hate more than someone threatening my family, and I like to have fun with the people I hate."
One of the henchmen came into the room.
"Boss I brought the cd player and the cd you wanted." He said.
"Yay!" Bree exclaimed. "I hope you like dubstep, because that's what you'll be listening to for the next couple of hours.
Suddenly one of the henchmen burst into the room.
"Boss! Our patrols found someone sneaking around outside, but they got away." he exclaimed.
"Well then find them." Bree replied.
"We're working on it, I just thought you should know." The henchman replied.
"Wait, you're calling her boss now!" Bane growled.
"Well sir," the henchman replied. "She does have you taped to a chair."
"You have guns, shoot her!" Bane yelled.
"We tried. She did something that made the fly out of our hands and then she threated to force us to dig a deep pit, fill it with snakes, and then have us jump into the pit if we tried to shoot her again. And her teeth were sharper and her eyes were like a snake's when she said it, now most of the men think she's some sort of demon or spirit." The henchman answered.
"My goal to become the most feared thing on the planet is going well." Bree commented. She was silent for a moment and then she grinned. "Hey Bane, before I leave you with the dubstep how about I tell you a story." She didn't give bane a chance to reply.
"Once upon a time there was a goblin, or a warrior, or a trickster. A nameless terrible thing soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies and nothing could hold it, or stop it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world. One day while I was at school that thing dropped out of the sky and saved my life. And the truth is he has a lot of names. The madman with a blue box, the oncoming storm, the destroyer of worlds, but I just call him the Doctor." Bree's grin widened.
"And he's not as bad as the story makes him out to be. Not unless you're evil, and even if you are he'll give you a chance. Just one. He's clever and ruthless and he always defeats his enemies. I decided that I wanted to be like him, but I also wanted to be like my Aunt, then I said to myself "why not both." A Doctor, with a touch of corruption, and Bane, you're going to help me. You're going to live the rest of your life in fear of me." She explained.
Something extra
In the days after the battle at Mission City Agent Simmons had become increasingly frustrated. Sector Seven was in the process of being shut down and the strange teenage girl that refused to give her real name and knew more than she should have had disappeared. The only clues she'd left were her hat, what little information she'd revealed about herself, and her real name which she had revealed to one of the NBE's moments before she had vanished.
They had managed to use that little bit of information along with DNA from hair follicles on the hat to find her real name. Bree Louise Smith. Seventeen years old, half British half American. Moved to England with her parents at age eleven, parents moved back without her weeks before her seventeenth birthday. And that was all they could find. Any files that might contain useful information were classified either by a British agency known as Torchwood, or by an American one known as S.E.A.
Secretary of Defense Keller had been angered when he found out about another secret government organization. He was even angrier when a S.E.A. agent told him that the his security clearance wasn't high enough nor was he high enough in the chain of command to declassify the information since it was "a security and peacekeeping matter for multiple nations."
Across the pond, Torchwood refused to budge on the matter and wouldn't elaborate on any statement Bree had made about Canary Warf, Torchwood One, or the multiple aliens species that visited earth regularly. The man who Keller had talked to, who did not have an accent, had only said "that girl knows too much, talks too much too, she is cute though" before hanging up.
The most frustrating part of the whole ordeal, to Simmons at least, was the fact that not even the Autobots could hack into organizations' database. Jazz claimed that not even Soundwave would be able to hack into either database because the automated defenses and firewalls seemed to be combinations of several different technologies that really shouldn't work together but somehow managed to mesh together flawlessly.
Jazz was the most determined to find Bree. It didn't really make sense to some, he hadn't known her for very long, especially when you factor in the incredible long lives of cybertronians. But no one else had heard Bree scream. It had probably been the most tortured sound that human vocal cords are capable of producing. It had been a scream filled will agony and it made Jazz want to find her and save her. Plus he owed her since she was most likely the one responsible for the giant frozen geyser that had saved him from Megatron.
He couldn't really do much since Rachet was keeping him confined to an improvised med-bay since he had nearly been ripped in half. The fact that more Autobots were due to arrive soon had pushed the search for Bree down on everyone's list of priorities.
