Approximately 15 minutes before the breach…
Alex carefully sat up in the hospital bed as she glanced to her left, seeing a tall figure standing next to the bedside. The figure was wearing an WOOHP agent's suit, with shades covering his eyes to blend in with the other guards wandering around. However, Alex's instincts were yelling at her, warning her that this was no agent. He was wearing her holter on his back, he was also concealing something in his pants pocket. Alex became serious and her flight or fight response turned on, she had no choice but to fight for herself at this moment.
"Who are you?" She asked.
The man smirked, not even trying to play her for a fool. He took the sunglasses off that covered his blue eyes as he stared down at her.
"I'm surprised you don't already know," he said. "I would've thought my brother would have mentioned something about me to you. Well, that doesn't matter. I am Marcel. The new heir to the Slit Cult, founded by my great-grandfather, Waylon Reads!"
Alex's eyes widened. She began to panic a bit. What did this mean? Did something happen to William? No, that couldn't be right.
"What's the matter, my little dragon-lilly?" Marcel paused. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Where is Will?" She questioned.
"Don't worry about him, he is perfectly fine," he replied, answering her question. "For now."
Alex didn't enjoy how he said that last part.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked.
"What's with you Spies and questions?" He paused. "What I mean is after I finish breaking through to him, he will finally take his rightful spot and lead this cult. All I have to do is kill the last thing that ever gave him joy."
Things began to click in Alex's head. First William's mother, now it was going to be her.
"His mother is dead, the man who softened up in the end… I killed him," Marcel added. "You are the last piece of the puzzle, Alex."
By the sound of Marcel's voice, he was serious. However, Alex heard something that urged her to ask about William's mother.
"Tell me, Marcel," Alex began as she stealthily pressed the call nurse's button; once they picked up, she spoke loud and clear. "How did William Reads' mother die?"
"That was the question I was waiting for," he paused. "Grandpa Waylon and Father researched and invented a heart shunt to place in the chosen women who will be mated with the male cult members. If the woman wished to leave, all the man had to do is trigger the outside shunt that is given to them after the surgery takes place. Soal had hated father for brainwashing my half-sisters in joining the cult at such a young age. She was determined to keep William safe from being brainwashed, and that was her downfall. Father slipped a finger on the trigger, causing Soal to die of a… heart attack as what Father sugar coated it to be."
"That's monstrous!" Alex yelled. "I know Will will never use it against me!"
"Who said that Will had it?" Marcel replied as he pulled the corner of the metal triggering system out of his pocket.
Alex's eyes widened as she cowered to the small corner of the bed. This wasn't happening!
"Don't worry," Marcel added. "I'll be sure to give William the bad news."
Marcel grabbed Alex by the arms and pulled her into his tight grasp as the alarm sounded. He cursed under his breath and snarled under his breath as he glared at her.
"What did you do?!" He yelled.
"Making sure that you are put away for good," Alex replied.
"I'm not going down alone," he spoke. "I will use you as a meat shield if I have to!"
The door to the hospital room was kicked open by WOOHP guards with military grade rifles in their arms, pointing at Marcel. Jerry was in front, pointing a pistol straight ahead. Marcel had pointed his .42 caliber pistol at them, still having a tight grip on Alex, knowing that she barely had any strength to fight back against him.
"You don't want to do this, Marcel," Jerry reasoned. "Surrender quietly and you might get a plea deal."
The corners of Marcel's lips perked up before he began laughing.
"You? Reason with the likes of me!?" He laughed. "You can't order your guards to shoot me without the chance of wounding one of your precious Spies in the process. Face it old man, you lost."
Marcel pulled the trigger on his gun. The bullet flew right into Jerry's shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground holding his wound.
"JERRY!" Alex cried out.
Rocking her body forward to go to him, only to be pulled back forcibly by Marcel. The force was enough to send Alex's hip to hit the trigger that sat deep in his pocket. Alex could feel the pain rising deep in her chest, it was only growing. Marcel smirked as he opened the window, still holding Alex.
"Hope you're ready to bury a Spy, old man," Marcel said before he jumped out of the window.
The last thing the guards and Jerry could hear was Alex's scream of agony.