~Snowcrystal of Thunderclan~
The girls are in the Dark Blades in that one, while the boys are in the Flashes group! ^_^ I'm working on the next part of that story! :D
~Silver-Rose-Writes~
Chapters! XD Did you like the last one?
~Featherflight123~
So the girls are in the Dark Blades, and the boys aren't ^-^ in this version the Dark Blades has mostly girl agents since people underestimate them. I have been inspired to write an Ivory focused chapter! :D It's pretty cool so far ^_^
Finally! Good heavens! XD This part took almost as long as boring office work! But it's finally out and it's a really good ending to this crazy story! :D I hope you all enjoy this one, I'm extremely proud of this one and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Let me know how you feel about how this story ended and if you want one of them finishing their work against the Dark Blades! ^_^
"They're still arguing?" Holly asked with a sigh as she made her way into Bree and Jay's room, a thermos of coffee in one hand along with a small plate of what was left of breakfast that morning.
"Mmhm," Bree responded drowsily, the brunette was curled up under a fluffy blanket on the small two-seater that was positioned near L.I.O.N, snuggled into Jay's side. Her amber eyes were currently closed and she looked very comfortable snuggled into her husband's side while curled under a blanket.
"They've been arguing all morning." Jay groaned grumpily, he was sitting next Bree, his left arm resting casually around her back, blind blue eyes focused blankly on the organizer system that had Bree's computer and hacking equipment set up in.
"I doubt it's going to end anytime soon," Cynthia commented from where she was comfortably sitting in Bree's swivel chair her feet propped upon the desk, a book in her lap.
Holly sighed, "we really need to take down the Dark Blades and get Hannah home, she's driving all of us crazy."
"Agreed." Cynthia said flatly, "and I want my room back."
"Technically you haven't had your room at all," Jay droned monotonously.
Cynthia groaned and leaned her head back against the backing of the chair, "ugh… don't remind me!"
Bree giggled, "you'll have it back soon Cindy, don't worry!"
Cynthia groaned again, "it's taking forever! And I really don't want to clean up Hannah's mess, it may cause me to blow up at her."
Holly cracked a smile, "then I'll take care of it, Cindy, just kick back and relax while we work on a plan."
"Fine…" Cynthia mumbled and buried her face back into her book.
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Holly will be easy, she and Jay will be asleep by the time I want to get this over with, so they shouldn't be a problem. Leon mused as he watched his older sister type away on her laptop. She was probably monitoring things with Bree's fancy technology, something she always did over her morning coffee and breakfast -which was usually cereal unless Jay cooked something besides oatmeal. Leon then turned his attention toward Bree and Jay, it's going to have to be around midnight, then it's just Bree awake while Cynthia's sleeping for an hour and a half.
"You need to eat something," Jay told Bree curtly and pushed the bowl back to her, "so eat it."
Bree made a face and pushed the bowl of oatmeal back to Jay who had an empty one beside him, "I'm not eating that!"
"Why not?" Jay asked with a frown and pushed it back to her.
"Because it smells funny!" Bree replied and wrinkled her nose after pushing it back.
"Just eat it already," Jay groaned and put it firmly down in front of her, "you were supposed to be working on decrypting plans two hours ago."
"You're the one making me eat," Bree pointed out and pushed the bowl toward him.
"Because you aren't eating enough to keep yourself healthy."
"I'm eating as much as I need to!" Bree insisted indignantly
Jay mumbled something under his breath that Cynthia and Bree couldn't hear, "remind me to make sure this never happens again." he then raised his voice to normal. "Bree, I'll tell Lion not to allow you to work on him." He then warned, his blind gaze serious.
Bree frowned, pulled the bowl back to her and glared at him. "I hate you," she sulked and grumpily took a bite of the oatmeal that she usually didn't really mind.
Leon's eyes flickered with confusion, why in the world was Bree acting likes that? He quickly shook it off and looked over at Cynthia, watching the assassin who was peacefully munching on a bowl of cereal while perched casually on the kitchen counter, reading a book called 'Brisinger' I don't want to fight Cynthia, she's really well trained and could kick my butt faster than I could say 'I'm sorry' so I'll have to drug her, if I don't she'd wake up at Bree's door opening.
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"How much longer till you bring us the genius?" Trakton growled as he looked at the blonde sitting opposite of his desk.
"Tomorrow morning," Leon said swiftly, "I'll be here with her early morning, probably around one in the morning."
Surprise flashed through Trakton's brown eyes before he spoke, "acceptable, what's your plan?"
"At midnight I'll sneak into the living room and give the female assassin on their team a sedative, eliminating her as a threat. Then I'll sneak into the genius' room and use chloroform to knock her out without much of a struggle. In case of a struggle I have a specially designed taser that will aid me if the chloroform is hard."
"What about her AI?"
"If I use my taser to briefly short-circuit her watch, the AI will be out of commission for those few moments as well."
"That plan is accepted, proceed and deliver the target by two tomorrow morning."
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"Leon?" Cynthia mumbled drowsily and turned her head toward him as she faintly heard his bedroom door opening. "What're you doing?"
Leon didn't falter in his steps as he walked toward the kitchen before making a detour toward her. "I was just going to get a drink." He responded softly and bent over the recliner that Cynthia was previously asleep in before he kissed her forehead, transferring the sedative that would knock her out for a while. Because Cynthia was here at the house and because she had fallen asleep reading a book, the kiss to her forehead wouldn't be remembered due to her drowsiness. While it would've worked better if he had actually kissed her -she was too paranoid for the needle version- it would work long enough for him to leave with Bree in tow.
Cynthia's eyes flashed open and she opened her mouth to say something, probably along the lines of that he drugged her, but only a gurgle came out. Her sapphire blue eyes then rolled back and closed, and her head lolled to the right, out cold for at least an hour.
"It's my turn to be important," Leon said quietly and softly brushed her bangs from her face before he continued toward his objective, Bree. He carefully crept into Bree and Jay's room where he could hear Bree softly talking to L.I.O.N, probably telling the curious AI a story of some sorts. Then he froze at Jay's grumpy voice telling Bree to turn off the light and go to sleep already. Whatever, only Cynthia could beat me and she's out cold for a while. Taking the sealed plastic bag from his pocket he took out the chloroform covered cloth and stuffed it in one sleeve before carefully sneaking into the room as it fell silent and the light turned off. It's my turn to be important to someone that isn't lying to me. He then snuck into the room and snuck up behind Bree who was tinkering with something at her desk, amber eyes bright and lively. L.I.O.N was parked at the back, his scanner slowly oscillating from side to side. Then Leon's plan was ruined.
"Bree! Behind you!" L.I.O.N broadcasted through the pretty brunette's watch and Bree spun around.
Leon quickly shoved the cloth over her face while Bree fought against him, her amber eyes narrowed as she struggled not to breathe in the chemical.
Leon ignored his brother's attempts to get up and pushed the cloth harder against Bree's mouth and nose.
"Bree don't breathe that in!" L.I.O.N spoke and Leon was nearly blinded by the car flashing its headlights, blinding all three of the humans.
Leon dropped the cloth, quickly took a taser from his pocket and jammed it onto Bree's watch, getting highly annoyed by the flashing lights from the AI.
Bree howled and struggled against him, struggling to get him to release her and her wrist as the taser melted part of the wristband to the inventor's tannish skin and short-circuited L.I.O.N and the watch itself.
L.I.O.N's lights dimmed to nothing and steam emerged from the car's hood, the supercar had short-circuited from the taser's massive jolt and Bree's howling turned into whimpers of pain as Leon removed the taser from her watch.
"Bree!" Jay finally managed to get to his feet and find his visor. He gaped at his brother, "Leon?! What are you doing?!"
Leon whirled around and brought the taser up to Bree's cheek, his amber eyes hard and angry. "Don't move Jay."
"What are you doing?" Jay shot back at his brother as he took a step forward, his blue eyes were wide behind the visor and focused on Bree who's amber eyes held pained tears.
"I said don't!" Leon brought the taser closer to Bree who shied away from the electricity sparking next to her face, "Move any closer and I will zap her Jay," he snarled, "and this won't knock her out from the jolt."
Jay didn't move, his expression scared, "why are you doing this?" He asked, scared for Bree.
Leon jammed the taser against Bree's cheek and she shrieked, her body stiffening like a board. "Stop asking questions!" Leon snarled as he removed the taser from the brunette's cheek, keeping it close enough that sparks could hit her cheek.
Jay didn't say a word nor did he move as Bree groaned after the shock and looked like she was going to pass out.
Leon thought for a moment, how was he going to get her out of here with Jay awake and aware? Then he looked at his brother, "shock yourself." He said, shutting off the taser and throwing it to his brother.
"Jay don't!-" Bree said before Leon slapped his hand over her mouth and stopped her from speaking any more.
Jay looked at the device and grimaced, he then turned on the taser, screwed up his face, and shocked himself. A moment later a thump was heard as he crashed to the floor, unconscious from the jolt.
Bree stared at Jay's unconscious form before Leon sharply hit her in the temple and knocked her out.
Leon felt some triumph, Finally, I'm better than them and I didn't lie.
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"Answer the question."
Bree's head snapped to the left from the painful punch she had received to the face, the hit successfully gave the genius whiplash and caused blood to trickle from her nose. After getting punched at least fifteen times, she figured it was now a schedule, hit her in the face every few minutes and slowly make her concussion worsen.
"What is your AI's weakness?" The interrogator drawled and adjusted the brass knuckles on his left hand.
Bree spat out blood and twisted her head slightly, easing the pain from the whiplash. Her amber eyes were cold and unresponsive and her expression was set in stone. "You really think I'd leave a weakness for you to exploit?" She shook her head lightly, "how stupid do you think I am?" Her arms were lashed against the rough sandpaper-like covering of the metal chair's armrests with sturdy rope, her legs were tied at the ankle as well, even though she couldn't use them for anything, and her torso was tied to the back of the chair, keeping her from moving. Her amber eyes flashed determinedly, "do your worst, I'm not telling you anything."
The interrogator smirked, "good," he leaned forward toward the paralyzed genius, "I like the feisty ones." With those words he smashed the heel of his palm against her wrist, causing a sharp snap to fill the air.
Bree hissed and jerked, but she didn't give them the satisfaction of crying out and instead smirked, "that's as good as you got? Wow, I'm insulted." She rolled her eyes, "I mean, I'm just a paralyzed inventor who created the most annoying weapon you guys have ever faced."
The interrogator growled through gritted teeth and swiftly punched her in the gut.
The color drained from Bree's face and she coughed. She then felt bile slide up where she didn't want it. "Okay, that's more like it," she groaned while she tried not to puke on the interrogator- not that he noticed.
"Now will you answer my questions?"
Blood gleamed on Bree's face and neck from her bleeding nose and multiple hits to the face and her skin was pale from the hit to the gut, but her amber eyes gleamed with a defiance that they would have a hard time beating out of her. "Do. Your. Worst."
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I'm back here again when I was just here yesterday! Leon groaned in complaint as he crept into the Flashes base, really not in the mood to deal with his messed up family. This is going to be painful. He groaned, glad that Trakton couldn't read his thoughts, or he'd be in big trouble. I hate being here. He mumbled, a dark storm cloud suffocating his decent mood from earlier as he carefully crept along the dark driveway to the garage where L.I.O.N hopefully resided. After all he needed to present his family of liars with a message. Not a threat or anything -he couldn't bring himself to do that to them- just something to remind them that he was dangerous too, Cynthia wasn't the only one who was able to fight. He silently entered the new keypad code-Bree had let it slip to him on accident- and the garage door began to slide upward.
Leon watched as the moonlight spilled into Bree's gray splattered white-walled bedroom which encased an entire room and the garage. The light reflected off of L.I.O.N's sleek sports car body and made the inactive scanner glow a gentle blue color. So this is Bree's 'baby'. Leon commented inwardly as he walked over to the shutdown AI after shutting the garage door. I have to admit, she did a really good job on him. He brushed his fingers over the cool metal of L.I.O.N's hood, he's just like a normal car. A car that's worth over a hundred million dollars and has the ability to change and get rid of all of its flaws. He tapped the windshield, plus he's practically everything proof. I almost feel bad for doing this. He took out the multitool that he had found in Bree's pocket when he had brought her to his group, this was one of the only tools that could actually harm the AI, it was one of Bree's special tools. Flipping open the tiny blowtorch, he began to etch the words his family deserved to hear. The garage was lit with sporadic light from the sparks that flew due to Leon's current activity, and soon words began to appear in the now ruined front part of L.I.O.N's hood.
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Leon froze as he heard the sound of a window latch clicking open, which could only mean one thing. Cynthia had returned. Indeed the agile assassin/thief slipped into the house through the window. Her black hair and clothing blended in well against the current state of the shadow darkened cream-colored walls and her blue eyes seemed to glow in the low light levels of the home. The first thing Leon noticed about the assassin that had returned to the base just now, was that she looked incredibly tired and worn out. Which wasn't something he often saw on her.
What's wearing her down? He wondered briefly, a spark of curiosity and concern lighting in his mind before he shoved away that part and anger filled it's place. Cynthia had torn his heart open with her reveal from Caylee, and he was finally letting himself feel that pain and immense hurt that came from it. Slowly taking a pistol from the back of his jeans, Leon slowly leveled it at the assassin's knee. "Hello Cynthia," he said coldly and pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, she moved and the bullet only pierced her right thigh instead of her knee.
Moment's later Cynthia gave a pained gasp and howl, "what the heck are you doing here?!" she gasped between words, leaning her weight on her left leg. "And what was that for you bastard?!"
"It's your fault, that's what." Leon growled and stepped closer to her, "it's your fault all of this happened!"
Cynthia narrowed her eyes and with a few swift movements, Leon's gun was sliding on the floor and Leon's back hit a thin table."Me?! It's my fault?!" Cynthia seized him by the collar, bringing him closer so she could speak softer -so not to wake the others up- and so she had better control of the situation with her latest injury.
Their faces were now inches from each other. If it was under different circumstances and if the chemistry between them wasn't as complicated, Leon would've grinned and kissed her. But there were too many issues between them for that to happen anymore.
"You have no idea what you did to me, Leon!" Cynthia hissed dangerously and broke Leon from his straying thoughts. "You kidnapped Bree from right under my nose! You drugged me, had Jay taser himself, and Jay blames me for the entire thing!" She trembled with anger, her blue eyes gleaming with the dark emotion. "You betrayed your family!"
Leon's amber eyes flashed with anger and his fingers brushed against the vase behind him. "You are not part of my family Cynthia!" He discreetly pulled the flowers from the vase, trying to do as much damage with the vase as possible. "My family lied to me!" he snarled and shoved her back a little. "Families don't lie to each other Cynthia!" Leon then brought the ceramic vase down hard on Cynthia's head which caused it to shatter into small shards of white and blue glass and a rush of water.
Cynthia's blue eyes rolled back, her grip on the collar of Leon's shirt slackened and she fell backward. Lying sprawled on the floor with a thump and a small crunch due to the shards of glass now on the ground.
"My family betrayed me," he said quietly to her unconscious form and picked up a shard of the vase, "and so did you." He then crouched down and dragged the sharp ceramic against the soft skin of her cheek, cutting open half of her nose and dragging it down to her ear. He then rolled her onto her stomach and he heard the creaking and crunching of the glass under her body shift as he moved her.
Only once Leon had left did he realize that the faint aching in his chest was guilt for what he had just done to her.
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Jay wandered out into the living room, blind eyes rather dull. Ever since Bree was kidnapped by Leon two days ago, he had become more of a zombie than a human being. He was jolted from his dreary thoughts by the toes of one foot hitting something fabric and human-like. What the? Jay narrowed his eyes and pulled his glasses like visor from his pocket. The thing his toes had hit groaned in pain and he hastened to put the visor on, had Bree managed to escape? To his slight disappointment, the thing's voice wasn't the higher pitched and bubbly voice that he knew so well.
"Ow…" Cynthia's voice filtered into Jay's ears and the man stiffened, what happened to the thief now?
"Holly!" He yelled once his visor had focused properly on the thief who was lying face down with ceramic shards surrounding her and blood staining the carpet.
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Holly gasped, her eyes widening with shock as she stared at the burn marks and the words etched into L.I.O.N's hood. "Oh, my StarClan."
Jay switched his blind gaze from the ground to his sister, "what now."
"There's writing on L.I.O.N's hood," Holly said, her voice a little breathy, "and it's from Leon."
Jay tensed up, "what does it say?"
"It says,'I hate liars, and now my family is full of them. Don't underestimate me.' Leon has to have been the one to attack Cindy as well." Holly pointed out as her green gaze flickered over to the unconscious thief lying on the two-seater near Lion, the sapphire-eyed woman's face was covered with the layers of fresh and dried blood thanks to the vase shards.
Jay didn't say anything at first and instead pressed a button to boot up L.I.O.N he had turned the AI off once he had recovered from the taser shock to conserve his power. Then he spoke, addressing L.I.O.N's current issue. "Lion's energy levels are linked to the watch Bree wears," Jay stated flatly obviously the words on L.I.O.N's hood didn't faze him. That or the black haired male was so emotionally dead that he just didn't care. "The watch senses Bree's pulse and active life signs, when the watch or Bree dies, Lion's energy levels are cut off, meaning he's unable to charge anymore. A back door is opened and his energy begins to deplete, keeping him from getting into the wrong hands."
Holly looked pained, "Cynthia needs this healed, we have no idea when Leon broke in last night so she could've been bleeding for hours."
"I can try…" L.I.O. up, his voice glitched due to his slowly depleting energy and some fried circuits from Leon's attack. "but… I need to conserve… energy."
"Thank you, Lion!" Holly breathed a sigh of relief and placed the unconscious thief into the AI's cabin. "I owe you!" She then closed the door and rushed over to where Jay was sitting at his desk. Clearly, Cynthia's condition and the words on L.I.O.N's hood had reminded the blind man about Bree's capture. "Jay? You okay?" She asked her brother softly.
"No." Jay grunted, "Leon took Bree, he's ruined Lion, and now he's injured, Cynthia."
"I'm sorry Jay," Holly said quietly, "I never would've imagined that Leon would do this."
"Bree knew she was going to be captured," Jay stated numbly, "she knew she would be eventually." He stood and slammed his fists down on the wood in a sudden act of anger. "She knew someone would! She knew someone would take her from me!" his blue eyes flashed with fury and his black bangs fell part way in front of his eyes, "but I never thought it would be my own brother!" he snarled, his short fingernails were digging into his palms, "my own brother took my family from me!" He trembled slightly in fury, "Leon took her from me!" he pushed everything off his desk and to the floor. Jay leaned on his arms, his shoulders were hunched, and he was trembling in his anger.
Holly was surprised at her brother's fit of anger and rage, but she guessed it would've come out eventually. She cautiously walked over to him as something struck her, Jay had said family, not Bree, family. "Jay," she asked gently, "what do you mean by family?"
Jay looked up at his sister and Holly's breath caught, tears were glistening in her grumpy brother's blind eyes. "Bree's pregnant Holly," he murmured numbly, "Leon took her and my unborn child."
Holly's green eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
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"Interesting," Zagor hummed as he studied the tests he had done on Bree before they started torturing her a week ago, "I seemed to have missed something in my previous skim over the results."
"What did you miss?" Trakton growled at the scientist, the head of the Dark Blades looked furious at the concept that the scientist missed something.
Zagor pointed to a small section of the physical they had done on Bree, "well it seems she's pregnant," he nodded slightly to himself, "six months if I say so myself."
Leon felt sick, Bree's pregnant and I brought her here where she's being tortured. He drew in a slightly shaky breath and spoke, "try to preserve the baby, I'll raise it in the ways of the Dark Blades." He felt sick saying that and suddenly he wished Cynthia had had her weapons on her and prevented him from taking Bree from them. I'm so sorry Jay, he thought, feeling sorry that he had captured his sister-in-law and his niece or nephew baby probably wouldn't be with its parents. Then a flash of hatred flashed through Leon's blood at the brief memory that reminded him of their lies. But I'd rather that I raise your son or daughter than you or Bree, you two are liars.
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Leon unlocked Bree's cell door and looked over at Bree. She looked horrible and his throat closed up, he had brought her to the dark blades, he had mutilated her lifelong project, and he just stood by, doing nothing while she was beaten into giving answers that she would have never disclosed.
Bree amber eyes were tired, scared, miserable, and overall betrayed. She looked at him, her right eye was swelled shut from a hard punch to the cheek she had received, her lower lip was split in the center, and dried blood covered her right temple and chin. She was sitting on the floor of the cell with her knees up to her chest while she cradled her left wrist to her body, that wrist was either sprained or broken, Leon couldn't tell because of her position. "What Leon." She spoke quietly, her voice broken and raspy, probably from the screaming she had been doing throughout the torture. "Are you here to torture me too?"
Leon shook his head, "no, I just came to see if you're alright."
Bree looked away from him and at a wall, "alright?" she chuckled dryly, "yeah, I'm alright if you mean I'm not dead yet."
Leon's throat constricted more, "seriously Bree, are you okay?"
Bree rolled her eyes and settled her chin on her knees, "don't bother asking Leon, you don't really care. We hurt you because you ruined one of us and you betray us all." She murmured, closing her eyes.
"Did they hurt you too much?" Leon asked, trying to ignore her words, each one was like she was stabbing him in the heart.
"I'm not dead yet if that's what you're asking." Bree replied with a very flat tone, "I have a broken wrist, a major concussion, my face is so swollen that I can't see through my right eye, a few of my ribs are broken, and they want to break my spine higher so I can't move at all. So yeah, I'm not dead yet."
Leon took a deep breath to steady himself before he asked her another question, "how's the baby?"
Bree gave a snort without laughter, "I don't know." She responded, anger in her tone, "and it's none of your business."
"Your baby is my kin," Leon responded with a small flinch, "I'd like to make sure they're okay."
Bree lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, "You are not getting my child Leon," she growled, protective over her unborn child, "You'll just do the same thing you did to us."
"You guys lied to me your entire lives!" Leon shot back, anger starting to become apparent in his movements. "What child deserves to live in a family that's full of lies?!"
Bree's amber eyes were like a gemstone, bright, but hard and cold as she next spoke, "You never asked us what we did for a living, you never wanted to come see any of us, it's not our fault that you were left in the dark for so long." She brushed some of her dirty dark brown hair from her face, "and I would rather live in a family that lies than have a sibling who betrayed his family."
Leon glowered at the tech genius, "cut it out, Breanna."
Bree matched his glare, her fury bubbling up into the glare as she pushed her useless legs into a side saddle position. "I don't have to listen to you, Leonardo. You're even more of a jerk than Cindy said you are."
"Cynthia's a lying and manipulating woman, she's more of a jerk than I am," Leon replied stiffly.
"Cynthia never sold us out, she never betrayed us, she never forced me to give out where my tools are located, and she always cared about our well-being, all of us!" Bree shot back, highly annoyed at the blonde. "And Cynthia never would have put an innocent child at risk to prove to the enemy that she's important!"
Leon snarled at Bree, his vision going slightly red as he strode over to the paralyzed woman and hit her in the gut.
Bree coughed a groan when he did that, pain flaring in her gut to match her ribs.
Leon stared at Bree and his hands, the blood gleaming on her lips from her cough was enough proof that Leon himself had hit her. He felt sick, he hit his sister in law, he actually raised a hand against her. "I…"
Bree coughed again, more blood shining on the tech genius' lips, her amber eyes gleamed with fear as she stared at Leon, as if trying to believe that he had actually punched her. "D-Don't come closer," she snarled at him, clenching her hands into fists and glowering at him. "Go away!"
Leon didn't move, he just stared at Bree's slightly hunched over position, "Bree, I… I didn't mean to do that!"
Bree growled and wrapped her arms around her abdomen, amber eyes glowing with fear, betrayal, and fury, "Go away!" She snarled and broke off coughing, her body trembling with the force of the cough.
Leon stumbled backward out of cell and shut the door feeling numb. I just hit Bree… I actually hit her! He stumbled over to his room and sank into a chair with his head in his hands, feeling like he was going to vomit. I hit my sister! Then another though sank in and he sprinted to the bathroom to vomit as it hit him. I hit her in the stomach… He sank to the floor after he was finished throwing up everything he had eaten and stared blankly at the wall, I might've harmed her baby… Oh, StarClan! He buried his head in his hands, what have I done?!
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"You asked for me, sir?" Leon asked Trakton stiffly as he took a seat in the chair opposite of the oak wood desk, his posture stiff and tense.
"Yes," Trakton growled, "after your success with delivering us the genius I have another task for you."
"I understand," Leon said curtly, "what's the task?"
"We have a traitor in our midst." Trakton spoke coolly, "and I'm tasking you with finding and disposing of the traitor."
Leon nodded, "I understand."
"Good, you are dismissed." Trakton looked back down at the paperwork on his desk, which included a massive battle plan against the Flashes.
Leon got to his feet and left the office, but someone crashed into him, nearly knocking them both to the floor.
"Sorry!" The person exclaimed as she regained her balance, "I didn't see you come out of there…" she trailed off, a look of shock fading into a brief spark of hurt and a look of irritation and annoyance. "Of course, out of every person in the base, I have to crash into you."
Leon narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low tone, "Cynthia."
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"What are you doing here?!" Leon hissed as he closed the door to his assigned room behind them, "this is my turf, Cynthia!"
"I'm getting Bree back you idiot!" Cynthia exclaimed with fury coloring her tone, and she yanked her arm from his grip. "I'm trying to reunite a family! Unlike you who is tearing it apart!"
"You're the one who started this whole mess, Cynthia! If I hadn't met you none of this would have happened!"
Cynthia looked like he had slapped her and didn't say anything, refusing to respond with his unkind words that stabbed even more at her broken heart.
"I'm sorry," Leon sighed and ran one hand through his hair, "I didn't mean that."
Cynthia didn't respond, instead, she gazed blankly over one of Leon's shoulders, her attention fixated on nothing in an attempt to block him out.
Leon looked at her for a few moments, feeling sorry for his actions. As if he was being pulled toward her by a rope, Leon unconsciously leaned forward and kissed her. The action startled both of them, Leon hadn't meant to do that at all. For a few moments, it was like it was when Cynthia had posed as a law intern, back when they hadn't screwed up and back before Leon had shattered Cynthia's heart. The kiss itself was soft and gentle as if they were still back a year ago when they each thought that they were innocently in love with the other. Leon drew back, his amber eyes fixed on the blue-eyed thief in front of him. For a few moments the anger, hurt, and confusion he felt had dimmed to an unnoticeable level, leaving him with an odd amount of contentedness.
Cynthia seemed to be having the same issue, the haunted look in her eyes that had appeared once Leon had shown her the cold pain of heartbreak, had vanished to be temporarily replaced with a light-hearted twinkle. Which made the blue-eyed woman seem much younger and more like a woman her age should be instead of the mentally older and scarred thief that she was on a daily basis.
"I love you," Cynthia breathed without thinking, the words hardly audible.
Leon's eyes widened and he flinched visibly. "W-what?" he could hardly believe his ears, after everything he had put her through the thief was still in love with him?
Cynthia snapped out of the moment and narrowed her eyes, the twinkle in her eyes vanished to be replaced with the haunted and heartbroken look that occupied her blue eyes. Her body language stiffened with anger and hurt made her hands shake slightly as she quickly took a step back from him. "Stop doing that to me!" She snarled angrily at him and Leon almost felt guilty when he noticed the tears pooling in her eyes. "You're heartless Leon! I get that you want to make me suffer but stop making me try and pick up the pieces only for you to stomp on my heart again!"
Pain stung painfully through Leon's right cheek as she slapped him and all at once his earlier emotions snapped back into place. "I am not heartless! You're the one who lied to me!"
"I lied to you because I had to! I'm not a lier" Cynthia snarled before she shoved him backward and vanished from the room.
Leon's blood boiled, how dare she! How dare Cynthia come in here -in his turf- and accuse him of being both heartless and responsible for everything that has happened that led them to this out of control situation. It was Cynthia's fault too! She needs to get out of here. He seethed mentally, and I don't care how. A thought sparked in his mind, the traitor! He could easily say she was the traitor and that she needed to be "disposed" of. Smoothing over his expression, Leon exited his assigned room and followed after Cynthia, gesturing for an assassin and two brute killers to follow him, which they did immediately. He could see Cynthia's swinging black ponytail about ten feet ahead of him and his vision seemed to tint red, she manipulated him, she ruined his life and now she was going to finally pay. "See that black haired woman?" He asked the assassin.
The assassin nodded, "do you want me to bring her to you?"
Leon nodded, his amber eyes cold, "she's the traitor."
The assassin's icy blue eyes darkened with rage and he gave a sharp nod before he disappeared into the crowd. Moments later he returned with Cynthia, her arms pinned behind her back, blue eyes highly confused.
"What's going on?" Cynthia asked, her expression showing fear and confusion.
Leon slowly walked over to her so he was standing a foot away from her, "it's called you're a traitor Selena."
Cynthia's eyes widened in confusion, "what? I don't have any ties to the Flashes group."
"Nice try," Leon sneered before he turned and walked about four feet away from her and nodded at the other three Dark Blades members, "Kill the traitor."
The three men looked at Leon for confirmation on the plan of action and Leon nodded, a fierce expression on his face, fury, and anger gleaming in his amber eyes, Cynthia deserved it, all of it. "Kill her." He said coldly and he saw Cynthia's blue eyes widen before betrayal flashed through her entrapping gaze as one of the brute killers left her wheezing with a sucker punch to the ribs.
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The bat crashed into Cynthia's temple with extreme force, and Cynthia's head crashed back into a wall as her body slumped. The thief was barely conscious and her body and clothing were covered in sticky crimson blood, but that didn't matter to Leon.
Cynthia couldn't believe he had done this, she had been doing flawlessly, blending in perfectly and doing a spectacular job in pretending she was just another soldier for the Dark Blades. Then, he had to ruin it by pinning her as the traitor, which she wasn't. Cynthia watched him and the other man who was probably going to kill her, she wouldn't and couldn't fight back, if she did then the other group would truly believe she was the traitor, and she didn't want that. She glanced at Leon, a silent message being conveyed between them. I will never trust you again. Then a cry of excruciating pain escaped Cynthia's lips as she was stabbed in the left side between two of her ribs.
Leon felt his heart squeeze at her abrupt cry of pain and he suddenly broke through the red fog of anger clouding his vision, in time to see her start coughing violently into the floor, flecks of crimson staining the wooden floor. "Wait!" he yelled, making the assassin and brute killers pause and look back at him in confusion and suspicion. Leon licked his lips a little nervously and continued, "let her bleed to death, she won't survive these wounds," he forced a wicked smirk to cross his features while horror was flooding his senses, "I'll drop her off at one of her group's bases when she's less than an inch from dying, the Flashes will hate seeing their comrade die in their arms."
The killers all looked at Cynthia who was getting weaker and weaker by the second, her body starting to shut down.
"It'll send more of a message than killing her here," Leon growled, keeping his tone bloodthirsty and full of revenge like it had been when he had given the order to kill Cynthia.
Cynthia involuntarily helped Leon's case as she vomited a large amount of blood leaving blood staining her face, chin, hands, and knees. Cynthia shook as she struggled not to collapse.
"Fine," one of the killers grunted and led the others away from Leon and Cynthia.
Leon swiftly crouched next to Cynthia and moved to wipe the blood from her face, but Cynthia looked up at him and he froze.
Shining clearly in Cynthia's blue eyes was hatred, an emotion that darkened Cynthia's eyes and made her seem even more deadly despite her current status. "You… aren't a human," she rasped and started coughing again. Once she finished she kept speaking, "you're… a monster." Her eyes then rolled back and she slumped forward face-down into the puddle of her own blood, her black hair fanning out and sinking into the thin blood puddle as well.
Leon looked at Cynthia for a moment before he crouched down and pulled one of her arms over his shoulders. That what I've become isn't it? I've become a monster.
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Leon was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands when he heard it, a loud cough from Cynthia, which reminded him of the situation he had gotten her in an hour previous, a fight that just about killed her that was under his direction. Why did I say she was the traitor when she was blending in with everyone perfectly? He wondered as he looked behind him where the unconscious thief was lying in the recovery position on the floor on top of a multitude of blankets. He had done his best to tend to her injuries, but some things he was too afraid to touch, like the stab wound to her left side and the punctured lung. How did he know that she had punctured one of her lungs? Well, that side of her chest wasn't rising and falling, not to mention she kept scaring him by choking on her own blood, which he couldn't do anything about. Since he had literally dragged her to his assigned room, Cynthia hadn't woken up, she was breathing, and her pulse fluctuated, but she hadn't regained consciousness. There were a few times where he thought she would, but each time she didn't fully wake up.
Leon was carefully rolling her over into the recovery position when she cried out, a sharp, pain-filled sound that turned into a groan as she fought against him, clearly thinking he was a threat. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay Cynthia!" He rambled as she started choking again, but this time she wasn't just limp, she was fighting him, and that wasn't helping. "It's alright! I'm not going to hurt you!" He quickly maneuvered so he was facing her directly and was startled to find her blue eyes were open, and while they gave the appearance of her being a hair away from death, they glistened with faint drowsy confusion, clearly, that bat to her temple had done some damage. "You need to calm down, I'm not going to hurt you here, I swear!"
Cynthia lurched slightly and she gave a violent hacking cough, blood splattering the blanket next to her as Leon used it to cover her mouth slightly. She continued coughing for another five minutes, her body shaking like a leaf as she kept coughing.
Leon quickly lifted her head and pushed a metal container next to her face as she abruptly vomited up even more blood than before. Once she had finished he put the container down and carefully put her head back down. Cynthia's blue eyes were vaguely focused on him and barely any life remained in her eyes. Leon's eyes softened and he brushed two fingers over her cheek when she had finally finished coughing, the choking had stopped, and she was done puking. "I'll keep you safe," he murmured softly as her eyes slid shut, "I'll protect you." Her body then stilled back to the unconscious state she had been in previously as her blue eyes drooped shut at his touch.
Then a noise startled him after the cough came a groan, and Cynthia shifted her position on her own, then she actually spoke, "that's a lot of pain…" she groaned, her body was on fire and she could hardly breathe, "I'm never trusting you again." She rasped spitefully to him as she gazed at him through focused and pain filled blue eyes.
"I know," Leon sighed and cradled his head in his hands, "I know and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Cynthia."
Cynthia didn't reply and instead struggled to get her fingers to work so she could activate her com watch, which she managed to get functioning within a few seconds. "Holly?" She rasped, her voice full of pain and shaking slightly. "Holly come in, do you read me?" She rasped.
"Cindy?! Oh my StarClan! We thought you were dead!"
"I'm pretty darn close," Cynthia groaned, "I need an extraction as soon as possible."
"Right, we'll work on it right away, what's your injuries?"
"Punctured lung, broken ribs, sprained wrist, left broken knee, had a bat to the head, I've been stabbed on my left side, and I can hardly think." Cynthia rasped, "nor move really."
"You really are nearly on the other side right?" Holly tried to put humor into the conversation.
"Yeah…" Cynthia was interrupted as she was overcome with a coughing fit as she coughed up more and more blood. "Plus I'm coughing up a heck of a lot of blood." She rasped once the coughing stopped and struggled to clean the blood from the watch.
"I'll try to get Lion to cooperate, can you make your way to the back entrance?"
"Holly," Cynthia groaned, "I can hardly move my own fingers, sneaking around isn't an option."
"I'll take you," Leon finally spoke up, his voice quiet and regretful.
"Is that Leon?!" Holly gasped.
"I don't trust you, Leon," Cynthia coughed, blood trickling from her mouth and down her chin, "you are the one who got me into this state in the first place."
"I know, but I want to help you," Leon responded, "please, just this one chance? Without me, you'll never make it out of here alive Cynthia."
"I hate agreeing with Leon right now," Holly spoke, "but by the sound of your coughing and the raspiness of your voice, we need to get you back to Lion so he can heal you before you bleed to death."
"Holly, Leon is the one to give the order to kill me, I don't trust him at all, not an ounce."
"Leon gave the order to kill you?" Holly repeated, her voice stunned and at a lower volume.
"Yes," Cynthia coughed again, "and I don't need someone's help who wants me killed."
"That's not true," Leon interrupted, "I don't want you dead Cynthia."
"Whatever Leon." Cynthia said flatly, "you're not bringing me to the back entrance, you'd have to knock me out to do it."
"Then I'll knock you out." Leon retorted and hit her in the temple, knocking her out once more.
Cynthia slumped to the blanket she was laying on, head tilted back awkwardly, mouth slightly open, blue eyes rolled back.
"Holly, what time do you want her at the back door?" Leon crouched down and lifted Cynthia's arm to communicate with his sister.
"What did you do to Cindy?!"
"I just knocked her out, she'll be fine-"
"You could've put her in a coma, Leon!" Holly spat, "use your head! She already has a major concussion!"
"Holly!" Leon snapped, getting fed up with his sibling, "when do you want Cynthia?!"
Holly didn't speak for a few moments, and when she did her voice was small, scared, and fearful. "As soon as possible, I'm picking her up. Try anything and I'll have L.I.O.N shoot you."
"Understood," Leon grunted curtly before his tone softened dramatically. "I'm sorry for snapping Holly, Cynthia will be where you requested."
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"Cynthia," Leon's voice was low and quiet as he gently prodded the sleeping thief's shoulder, after a handful of hours after Leon had knocked her out, the thief's restless doze had deepened into a more peaceful sleep. However, it was nightfall now and he needed to get her to Holly before she bled out. Despite how hurt and upset he was at Cynthia, he couldn't kill her or let her die. "Come on," he urged the thief and attempted to wake her up.
Cynthia groaned at his movements and didn't respond otherwise, she probably felt like a hundred pound weight at this point with the amount of blood she had lost.
"Come on," Leon urged, "Holly's outside and we need to get out there before she's spotted!"
Cynthia didn't respond, her blue eyes remained shut and her body remained still.
Leon debated about moving her on his own and for a few moments, he warily watched the thief unsure if she would kill him for carrying her to Holly's position. Although, as he watched her he wasn't sure if she had the energy to do that anyway. So after a few moments of sucking up his courage, he pulled her arms to be around his neck and slid one arm beneath her knees and the other beneath her back so he could carry her. "Please don't kill me," he muttered to the half-conscious thief in his arms.
"Oh I so am." Cynthia muttered, the words barely understandable from how slurred she made the words due to the blood loss. "I will kill you when this is over."
Leon sighed and cautiously exited his assigned room, "I deserve it."
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By the time Leon had exited the base, Cynthia had mostly returned to an unconscious state, and Leon thought she had stopped breathing multiple times, which had nearly given him a heart attack at least a hundred times. He glanced around outside, looking for L.I.O.N's sleek silver car body. Instead, all he saw was a black van parked part way around the corner. Cautiously Leon went around the corner and toward the black van, staying close to the wall in case he was in danger of being shot by the driver of the black vehicle. "Holly?" He asked cautiously. If it wasn't her he did not want to know who was driving the black suspicious looking car.
The driver's side window rolled down to reveal Holly, her emerald green eyes nearly glowing in the darkness of the alley and her black hair blended in well with the vehicle itself. "Leon." She spoke cooly. "Ivory, open the back door for Leon."
Leon hid his fear as the blonde emerged from the passenger side door. Ivory was here? Oh dear, he really was on Holly's bad side.
Ivory was geared up in a black hoodie embroidered with the Flashes group symbol, black bulletproof vest, black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots with two gun holsters strapped to her thighs and two knife holsters strapped to her upper arms. Indeed she was the calvary. Ivory's leaf green eyes gleamed with an emotionless yet dangerous glint as she moved around Leon and pulled open the doors to reveal a nearly empty area where a padded stretcher-like thing rested. "Put her in the van," Ivory said, her voice devoid of emotions. Which was probably from her involvement in the Dark Blades, Ivory had been raised in the Dark Blades till she was sixteen when suddenly she vanished from the group for a few years. Leon had heard that a sapphire-blue-eyed assassin had convinced her to join the Flashes group with the promise that they would help Braxton.
Leon still felt bad about him. Back when he was first forced into the Dark Blades at age seventeen, he had been tasked with taking down Braxton -who was another operative- and rendering him harmless without killing him. So Leon had broken six of his ribs and shot him in the spine. The last time Leon had seen Braxton, Braxton was lying on the ground gurgling with a struggle to breathe with Ivory snarling like a wild animal and breaking through a glass door.
Leon stared in horror at the blood staining his hands and swallowed thickly as he watched Braxton gurgle, cough and splutter, his amber eyes rather glassy. He was startled from his horror by someone shaking the door handle viciously and he came nearly face to face with the most deadly member of the Dark Blades, Ivory Fernandise. Right before his eyes, Ivory charged the glass door, throwing her weight into it along with jabbing a sharp looking switchblade into it. Hardly a second later the door shattered and Ivory landed gracefully on her feet. "What did you do to him!" She snarled, leaf green eyes flashing with a deadened anger and fury.
Leon shook himself free of the memory before he nodded thickly and gently climbed into the back of the van with Cynthia so he could set her down on the comfortable style stretcher thing. He hesitated for a moment, looking at Cynthia's unconscious face with guilt weighing down his stomach. I'm sorry Cynthia, he apologized silently, I never meant it to go this far.
"Cynthia didn't deserve this." Ivory spoke flatly as she climbed into the back. "She didn't try to deceive you, she couldn't say anything or she'd been in trouble with Firen."
"I know," Leon murmured and he cautiously leaned down and kissed Cynthia's forehead before he got up and left the van.
"Catch." Ivory said and Leon turned around to get nailed in the nose with a digital communications watch. "Use it well." She said with a slight gleam in her green eyes. She then shut the van doors and Holly started up the van before she drove off.
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"Look! She's waking up!" Hannah's voice was not a pleasant sound to Cynthia who was slowly coming back to the world of consciousness.
"Cynthia, can you hear me?" Jay's flat tone wasn't as bad as Hannah's, but it still hurt her ears… or her head really. Hannah's hurt her ears, Jay's hurt her head.
"Jay, is it possible that she's not able to wake up?" Holly's voice stung a little more than Jay's, but Cynthia was now focused on the pain tingling through her fingers and toes
"I highly doubt it, she's been showing signs of being awake all afternoon."
Afternoon? Cynthia thought dazedly as the numbness filling her body faded and left her more awake than before. I've been out for that long?
"Cynthia, open your eyes please, I need to see if your concussion is still there."
Fine… Cynthia forced her eyes open and shut them right after. The light in the room was blinding to her eyes.
"Hannah, get the lights," Holly instructed, "turn them down to the lowest level possible.
Cynthia heard shuffling around and the light pressing against her eyes faded till she couldn't notice it anymore, then Jay spoke again.
"Try again Cynthia."
Cynthia tentatively did as he asked, she slowly opened her eyes to look at her group of friends. "Ugh, remind me to never go near Leon again," she groaned, feeling particularly like she had had a truck had run her over a few times. Even Lion couldn't make all effects of an injury go away. Cynthia still felt weak from the blood loss, her body felt really heavy and like lead, and overall she felt like crap.
"At least he didn't really kill you," Hannah pointed out, "he saved you didn't he?"
"I don't want to talk about what happened," Cynthia grunted as Jay helped her up into a sitting position which caused her head to slightly spin with dizziness.
"I don't want to agree with her," Jay grunted, "but maybe Leon's turning over a new leaf." He grunted with an odd metaphor for him.
"Despite what I thought Leon was going to do when he brought you to me," Holly added from where she was sitting on a stool near the door. "He was actually very careful and Ivory told me he seemed really guilty."
"I don't want to talk about it!" Cynthia growled before she coughed from the stress and the odd feeling that her ribs weren't broken but felt like her lungs were being stabbed.
"Calm down," Jay grunted, "we now know she's not in a coma, so let's leave her alone. Cynthia go easy on yourself for at least today before you start working yourself again."
Cynthia groaned, she hated this part of healing.
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"Cynthia?" Leon hissed into the watch, his amber eyes hopeful as he tried to get Cynthia to answer. He hoped she would, he wanted to apologize and tell her the plan he had been working on since he had called off Cynthia's unfair fight.
The watch screen lit up to reveal a rather sweaty looking Cynthia. "Hello?" She asked, earbuds were in her ears, and she seemed to be in her bedroom using a treadmill. And by the way the camera seemed to bounce, she was still running even as she answered the video call. Her black hair was pulled up in a ponytail that swung from side to side as she moved, and from what Leon could see she was dressed in a light blue tank-top and probably running shorts.
It took a few moments, but Leon managed to speak properly. "Cynthia?" He asked nervously, nervous at what the thief was going to do to him.
Cynthia's blue eyes widened before she narrowed them after a moment. She slowed her running to a stop and looked at the screen, an unreadable look on her face. "You better have some apology planned and a plan or I'm going to make your death long and painful the next time I see you for contacting me, Leon."
Leon nodded, is amber eyes tired and weary, "I have a plan to save Bree, I just need you to trust me just one last time."
Cynthia narrowed her eyes, "why should I Leon? The last time I was around you, you nearly got me killed."
Leon looked at her, sincerity in his amber eyes. "I finally understand why I did all of this, and I intend to make right." He briefly closed his eyes, "I know you're beyond furious with me, but please know this." He opened his eyes and looked her right in the eye, "I will everything in my power to make this right, even if I lose my life in the process."
Cynthia's breath visibly hitched and for a few moments, she watched him, unable to speak. Then in a slightly shaky breath, she spoke, "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Leon looked at her, "thank you, Cynthia."
Cynthia nodded before she ended the call, leaving Leon to sit in his assigned room in the dark all by himself.
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"... So yeah," Leon finished quietly, "that's my plan." He was sitting on his bed leaning his elbows forward on his arms with his head hovering over his hands.
Cynthia was silent for a few moments, she was perched on the windowsill, dressed in all black clothes, a black turtle-necked long sleeve, black denim jeans, and black tennis shoes with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. "So where does the possibility of you dying come in?" She asked, her voice oddly quiet and rather impassive.
"When I set off the explosion in the armory there's a possibility that I'll get caught in the explosion," Leon responded wearily.
A second later he quickly grabbed ahold of her wrists when she almost nailed him in the nose. "What?" He asked, a little frustration in his tone.
"Leon!" Cynthia snapped at him, breathing hard from her anger and the problem she was having communicating what she was thinking. "I…" she paused and started again. "I may have wanted to strangle you lately, but there is no way in the world that I want you dead!" She struggled weakly against him, her frustration giving her issues with communicating properly.
"I know," Leon said quietly, "but I'm the only one able to set that off and I want to make what I did right Cynthia."
Cynthia pushed against him with enough force he nearly stumbled, "that doesn't help Leon!"
After another few moments, Leon finally pinned her arms against his chest, keeping her from moving or pushing him. "Just listen to me for a moment okay?" He asked her softly, their faces a few inches apart, "just listen."
Cynthia opened her mouth to retort but she closed it without saying anything and nodded, her sapphire blue eyes conflicted.
"I want you to be happy," Leon murmured to her, "and I'm truly sorry," he then gently pressed an apologetic and soothing kiss to her forehead. His amber eyes remained soft even as he drew back slightly and loosened his grip on her arms. "I promise," he said quietly, "I swear I'll never do anything like this again."
Cynthia's sapphire blue eyes locked on his amber ones and the two of them gazed at each other for a few moments before Cynthia spoke, "I trust you," she said softly before she slipped from his grip and disappeared from the room.
Leon gazed at the window that she had left through for a few moments, I'm sorry Cynthia, I really am. He then exited his assigned room and entered the hallway.
He didn't notice Ashton looking at him with a confused and suspicious expression on his face.
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"I don't blame you for Bree's capture you know," Jay's voice startled Cynthia and she dropped the phone she was used for a cover into her lap.
"If you're trying to be a ninja it worked," Cynthia huffed and picked the phone back up before setting it on the coffee table in front of her face down.
"I'm serious." Jay insisted from where he was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. "I don't blame you."
Cynthia shrugged, "you may not but I do." She turned her gaze toward the window, the new scar gleaming on her face. "If I hadn't let Leon drug me I could've saved her."
Jay straightened up before he walked toward her. "Everyone needs sleep Cynthia, you rarely sleep more than sixty-minutes a day besides on Sunday where you fall asleep reading a book, Leon knew your routine and he abused it, simple." He picked up the phone and gazed at it through his visor covered eyes, "besides, it's not your fault. Love makes us see the best in people, that's why they say love is blind." He gazed at the picture displayed on the screen, it was of Leon and Cynthia when Cynthia was pretending to be Caylee, Cynthia was asleep wrapped in a blue blanket with her head on Leon's lap while the blonde seemed to be watching a movie while he had one arm softly going up and down her back.
"Well I should've seen this coming," Cynthia sighed, "it's my job."
Jay shook his head, "no, this was something none of us thought he would do, we didn't think he would go this far." He briefly closed his eyes, "but we have to think about how he feels, he's probably very upset, he feels betrayed by Holly and I, and he thinks he's ruined every chance he has with you." He tossed her the phone, "I don't blame him for feeling this way. The only thing I blame him for is kidnapping my wife and child." He then snorted, "Leon is in some big trouble when he gets back."
Cynthia cracked a small smile, "save some of the berating for me, I have to get him back for that kill order."
Jay cracked a smirk, "sure, I'll let you have half."
Then something startled their banter to a halt, Holly exclaiming the name of the man they were just talking about and promptly falling out of her chair in her bedroom. "Leon?!"
Jay's eyes flashed and he rushed over to the computer so fast that it was like he was on fire. Once he reached the computer he thrust his hands down on the table and glowered at his brother through furious blind eyes, "Leon, if I don't get Bree back StarClan have mercy on you cause I will kill you with my bare hands!"
"I will make you go on mission after mission if she doesn't come back to us Leon," Holly added cooly.
Leon's amber eyes widened slightly at his siblings' threats before they hardened with a weary look, "I missed you too guys," He said, his voice exhausted. "Good news though, I have a plan to save Bree."
"I'm listening," Holly responded after she got back into her chair.
"This better work," Jay growled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"It will," Leon promised, locking eyes with Cynthia who looked rather uncomfortable and dismayed.
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Blending in with the crowd of Dark Blades personnel wasn't too hard. Cynthia Holly and Jay all melted into the crowd while they all worked not making their way to Bree's cell. Black clothing made them nearly invisible against the other black clothed personnel.
Jay choked up when they saw Bree curled in a ball in one corner of the room looking beat up and bruised and he looked ready to kill, his protective instincts flaring dramatically at seeing the pitiful form of his partner in life. "I'm going to kill them!" Jay hissed threateningly, his blue eyes smoldering angrily.
Holly discreetly put one hand on his shoulder, "we'll take all of them down Jay," she murmured, "let's worry about getting her out of here okay?"
Jay grumbled under his breath but didn't get time to reply as an explosion rocked the building. Alarms started going off, people scattered and ran, clearly everyone had thought that they had gotten rid of the mole and now they were all confused and shocked.
Holly quickly slipped a 'credit card' into the slot on Bree's cell door and moments later smoke arose from the now fried lock.
Bree lifted her head at the sound, amber eyes tired and rather broken. Then she recognized who it was and she gasped before scrambling into a sitting position. "Jay!" she gasped, her voice raspy and hardly audible.
Jay threw open the cell door and ran over to Bree before enveloping her in his arms. "Oh my StarClan," he breathed and tightened his grip around her, "are you okay? I swear I will tear this place apart for what they did to you!" He insisted vehemently, Bree's head tucked into the crook of his neck, the fingers of one hand gently running through her dirt dark brown hair.
Bree wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, not making a sound besides her rather heavy breathing, too relieved to speak.
Jay seemed to understand and he went silent, holding her closer and shutting his eyes, allowing the relief he was feeling to flood his emotions, relieved to have Bree back in his arms.
"I have to go find Leon," Cynthia briskly told Holly before she ran off, a limp in her stride.
"What?" Holly asked in confusion before she sighed, "oh brother." She then turned to Jay and Bree, "let's get Bree into Lion before we go find Cynthia and call the police and the rest of the group."
"Okay," Jay responded and he gently slid one arm beneath Bree's knees before he lifted her into a bridal style carry and left the cell with Holly in the lead.
Bree finally spoke something besides Jay's name. "I missed you." She murmured softly in Jay's ear, her amber eyes fixated on his visor covered blind blue eyes.
Jay looked down at her and briefly stopped walking to kiss her forehead, his tone soft and gentle. "I missed you too Firefly," he murmured and cracked a small smile while he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers before he kissed her forehead again. "Rest," he spoke softly, "I've got you, I promise."
Bree snuggled closer to him and did as he suggested, her amber eyes drooping closed.
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Leon's ears were ringing as he stumbled away from the explosion he had set off, his head was spinning and one of his ankles were probably broken from when a large chunk of the wall had landed on it. I hope Cynthia's happy, even if I don't make it. He thought through the fog clouding his mind, I hope she knows I'm sorry. The click of a gun then made Leon freeze in his tracks and snapped him from his thoughts.
Ashton stood farther down the hallway, covered in dust with a split lower lip and a gun raised to Leon's head. "Look who the cat dragged in," he curled his lip into a scowl, "the traitor."
Leon looked dazedly at him, "what?" He asked dimly, the concussion he had wasn't helping his comprehension skills.
"You were the traitor all along, weren't you?!" Ashton snarled, "all these years!" The older man clicked off the safety, "and I thought you were trustworthy!"
"Hey!" Another voice caught Ashton's attention and he tensed up. Leon's amber eyes widened with shock at seeing Cynthia standing there with her gun raised. Hardly a second after Ashton turned to face Cynthia, Cynthia's gun fired, which caused the older man to drop to the ground, dead. "If anyone's going to kill you Leonardo," she spoke firmly as she tucked the gun back into it's holster, "it's going to be me."
Leon's amber eyes softened with affection and he cracked a weak smile, "I missed you too Cynthia."
For a few moments, the pair looked at each other, silently communicating their apologies to each other and understanding what had happened. Then their eyes rolled back and the two passed out.
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(Almost two years later)
"Jay, are you in position yet?" Holly asked with a huff.
"I'm working on it!" Jay huffed and attempted to pull his eighteen-month-old daughter's small fingers from his hair, wincing as she tightened her grip and giggled.
Bree laughed, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched the scene while typing long lines of code with the other hand. "She just loves you, Jay!"
At her mother's voice, Catie started giggling, pulling happily at her father's hair, icy blue eyes round and innocently looking at her father. "Daddy!"
"Yes, well I need to get out there with Stick!" Jay groaned as he tugged on his daughter's fingers while Stick was jumping around at his feet. At the sound of his name the dog barked and starting jumping around, wagging his tail hard enough that it knocked over some of Bree's equipment.
"Stick!" The couple's shout was loud enough that Cynthia, Holly, and Leon all flinched at the volume of the sound.
"Sorry," Bree quickly apologized and she moved to bend over and fix the equipment but Jay stopped her.
"Bree," he warned her, blue eyes stubborn as he abandoned his attempts to get Catie to let go of his hair to upright Bree's equipment.
Bree groaned and huffed, putting her chin into her palm and watching her husband fix her equipment. "This is boring!" She complained with a whine.
"Well the less you move around like that the faster you'll heal!" Jay shot back as he finished plugging a few things in. When Bree had been kidnapped, she had been shot in the spine as a torture, which had made her paralysis worse. Because of that, she had to figure out something to fix her now shattered vertebrae before Catie was born otherwise it would've made the break in her spine worse. Bree had created metal vertebrae to replace the two broken ones she had and right now she was finishing up healing from the entire thing.
Bree huffed and reached for Catie, "come here Catie," she cooed before giving Jay a flat look that contained traces of amusement, "daddy's being a bad boy."
Leon nearly choked on his soda and Cynthia snorted into her lemonade.
Catie let go of her father's hair and reached for Bree, giggling happily at her mother. "Okay!"
Cynthia and Leon locked eyes over their table, the two were pretending to be a couple casually out at a small restaurant in a park where there was a meeting of Dark Blades members that had scattered after the main base in town had been destroyed by the Flashes themselves. Cynthia brushed her black bangs from her face, the silver ring on her right hand glittered softly in the moonlight. Leon proposing in the middle of a mission was unexpected, but when he proposed in the middle of a mission while the pair was running through Moonshine Park like when he had first met the real Cynthia… Cynthia had almost knocked him to the ground when she tripped over him in surprise.
Jay rolled his eyes and handed Bree the giggling infant before he stooped down and scooped up Stick's leash, "don't get into trouble," he grunted as he put one hand on L.I.O.N's handle (who was currently a van holding all of Bree's equipment with five seats in front.
"I won't," Bree told him with a smile while she put Catie on her lap, their daughter watching Jay with a giggling smile.
"Bye bye!" Catie giggled happily.
"Alright guys," Holly spoke up once more, she was perched in a tree a little ways away from the meeting itself. "Plan goes into action in three… two… one. Now!"
Sometimes we make mistakes, and those mistakes can devastate relationships. But if we learn to understand what everyone's going through, we can correct those mistakes and repair those relationships. After all, you may end up meeting someone you cannot live without once you've met them. ~Cynthia Lawson and Leon Bramble, loyal agents of the Flashes group.