The Diaries of an Enigmatic Manipulator

A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen fanfiction

Disclaimer: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comic and the LXG movie I do not own. My own characters, and any aspect of the story that involves or is changed by them I recall my own.

England, June 1899

"Gray?" asked Mr. Quatermain.

"They are not mine…"

"They are mine!" I was terrified of the voice above me. I had to carefully wander from under the staircase to the rest of the league, the gunman following my motions, to see our man. I swayed toward Mr. Quatermain, behind him, really, and stopped in utter horror of our opponent.

He stood tall and proud, weighed down by a long, scraggly looking black-gray beard and hair, hiding revolting scars and wounds behind a silver mask, opening much space around his right eye, nose and mouth. The mask had within it plastered a horrible expression—stitched brows and weary eyes, giving me utter disgust for the poor man. What had happened for him to have the many disfigurements; enough where he must hide them? He had on a plate of decorated silver armor similar to the Captain, and a heavy fur coat, giving the impression of a Russian-Mongolian style. He grasped a long black cane, in which the head was a small, silver skull. The man's accent, however, sounded of Germany. Quatermain spoke,

"First meetings usually warrant introductions."

Like we couldn't tell who it was already; The Phantom.

"Of course…I am the Phantom. You are…the league of so called Extraordinary Gentlemen. Introductions made." His voice was scruffy and brusque…not intriguing like M or Dorian Gray, but strange to my ears and uneasy. I held my breath I was so frightened. I felt light, at that very moment, ready to make a run for it…

The Phantom began to descend the staircase.

"Oh, and, I'm scarred, Mr. Quatermain, not blind…drop the gun."

And he did so, unwillingly.

The Phantom continued to descend the staircase towards us, and I felt lighter…more prepared to flee. He continued:

"Your mission is to stop me. That, of course, I cannot permit. So I give to you all a one-time invitation: join me."

Why…join him? Simply he must be joking! And yet, it would be so easy, wouldn't it? Must every bad character ask their foe to join in on their vice tactics? Honestly, it does not sound to me an easy plan, for the enemy could nearly double-cross you! I would not be as foolish, if it be I. But on the occasion, I was not interested in making profit. Nor was I intrigued to create great unrest within the world.

The Captain and Mr. Quatermain snapped back.

"You think we'll help start a war that will consume the planet?" spoke Captain.

"While you profit from your arms race?" Allan finished.

The Phantom looked almost displeased, as he looked down upon his boots as he continued, more hastily now, to join us at the ground floor.

"I cannot deny that fortunes are made in war…imagine the riches a world war will yield…"

He was so close to us now…the gunmen were aiming so precise…

"He's not wrong," Skinner pointed out. Well of course, but I believed on my behalf that it was wrong for Rodney to say as much, siding with our opponent. It sounded too…defecting. Mr. Gray must have thought so, too.

"Speak for yourself," he said.

I could nearly hear them speak, for I closely watched every move the Phantom made…eyed his every step he made closer towards us. He was nearly two feet from me now…just in front of Allan…when he kicked Mr. Quatermain's dropped gun, and it slid, back behind the bookshelves. I nearly jumped at the sudden movement! I believe Rodney Skinner noticed my impatient struggle, for I noticed him eye me strangely.

Allan Quatermain's head tilted upwards, to the side, I faintly noticed, to one of the gunmen. And right before I could follow his gaze, the man turned and aimed his gun to an ally beside him!

And I knew that was our cue.

I didn't have time to wonder who this gunman was and why he had betrayed the Phantom to help us, for I immediately was ready to sprint from the bullets aimed towards me. However, to my surprise, I was being pulled back! I was so frightened it was an opponent—I could have nearly had an attack on my fragile heart, but it was only the Captain, as he pulled me and Mrs. Harker behind one of the bookshelves with him.

I huffed so rigid—hugging the back of the wooden shelves, breathing so hard…! My heart was racing at such an impeccable speed I could hear it thump beyond all gunshots and shouts within the battle! I swiftly turned my gaze to the Captain.

"Thank you," I managed to say, quickly. He nod his head in return.

Just then, I looked back to the scene which unfolded before my eyes—papers flying everywhere—members of the league running around, fighting the gunmen—bullets sounding off—where was Mr. Skinner? I was immediately worried for him—I wondered if he managed to rid his clothes and visible makeup to become invisible. Yes—yes, that must have been what he had done. I turned back around to see the Captain and Mrs. Harker, but the Captain was gone. He had gone off to fight. I exchanged glances with Mrs. Harker. At first, we both looked uneasy and not knowing what to do. But, after about a few seconds whilst looking at each other, our expressions turned grave—for we knew that the two of us, as the women of the league, must prove ourselves useful. She turned to go and ran, first, behind the shelves beyond which I could see.

And then I was alone.

I did not know what to do! I was in the middle of a battle, with no weapons of any sort and no knowledge of experienced fighting! I am, simply but a woman! A useless, powerless woman! Mina, perhaps, could be experienced, but I am a useless English lady in the wrong place at the wrong time! I was not ready! I have had an interesting life—but nothing of fighting did I know…did I?

I initially began to back away from the scene—ready to escape the loft—and the league. I would betray my companions, for the lack of my own safety. I turned to go—and oh! There was a gunman right in front of my face! I screamed—which for a part alarmed the man at first, then gave him an amused chuckle—and did not shoot but instead swung the gun at my head! Thankfully and to my surprise, I dodged it, not knowing I had done so. I simply had—out of my subconscious desire to save myself, I stretched my spine backwards, and missed the gun by about an inch…an inch, I tell you!

I swung around the man—spun myself to the side of his body and sprint for my life. Out of the corner of my eye I had seen him aim for me, so I bolted to my left, out of his way…and out from behind the bookshelves.

This, you might conclude, was to be a terrible mistake. And yet, what a discovery it gave!

I saw the Captain at the other end of the room, retrieving his sword and surprising several gunmen at once. He tripped them, fought them, turned in the air and dodged his opponents—oh, how I envied his skill to fight!

But then, I realized at least five gunmen approaching my way. Oh, I am not one to curse, but I surely did so at that moment, several times in my mind.

I was being surrounded.

I looked around me, frantically. 'Dear, God! Siyana, pull yourself together!' I thought. I was surely the only one in the league to be afraid of a fight! Terrified of men with guns or any other weapons against me! Even Mrs. Harker had gone off, ready to fight the battle! Why…I was recruited by M…so surely I must have some use for something as much as a battle! I must have had some use for this league!

For, as I turned away, ready to push past the men as hard as I could and hope I did not get shot, run back down the staircases to the door and run from this horrid building forever, something strange happened.

I saw the three gunmen in front of me, blocking my escape, felt the two gunmen behind me, aiming at my back, and just…well, I was not myself any longer. I had simply…lost it!

I stood my ground, fully surrounded now by five heavily armed, experienced gunmen. I felt my fists tighten, my nostrils flare, my eyes narrow, and I turned around to the other two men.

Past the gunmen, I saw the Captain stop and eye me, cautious for any man to fight, but watching me as to witness what I do—fight and reveal my extraordinary ability, or plead for his help to save me.

But I did not need his help, I soon realized why.

Before I knew it, everything just went hazy, and a strange sensation overcame me. I was beginning to lose my eyesight—everything soon began to fall into a miasma of bright white! And oh, nothing was clear! I had felt lightheaded, quite ready now to receive what horrors I deserve to be surrounded by men ready to kill. I could not see, I tell you! Everything was simply white—and yet, I could still hear the scene go about, still feel the men around me. I was frightened, and yet I tried hard not show it, once (although taken aback) absorbed by my situation. I did not have control over my own body—I was subconsciously ready to fight the men, I knew I must be. And yet, I could not see! But, strange enough, my alternative senses began to heighten—I knew what to do, where everyone was—it was if I could see with my other senses—as if I really could see them, behind the white mask. It was all so scary, not able to see but more importantly not knowing how to control my body! My mind was to faint if not for what I heard; some of them in front of me shouted in a thick German accent,

"Her eyes are white!"

"She has gone blind!"

"What is happening?"

Why had my eyes gone blind at random—and why now? I felt a few of them shift, and take a step or two back. I heard a man from not too far away—the Captain, I soon realized, jolt over to the gunmen surrounding me—ready to fight for my place. But he stopped instantly, I heard, when my body jumped and twisted in mid-air! I say—some subconscious reflex, I chuckled, silently! I heard the Captain back away from the scene, and the gunmen consistently shout, shuffling away while cocking their guns. I heard other noises around me halt to a stop. Others were watching, too.

I landed dryly, quite lightly on my feet, and then…something even more peculiar happened. I…I raised my right hand, and…as I began to feel this very…uplifting sense, I heard each and every scream from each and every gunman surrounding me. I heard all five men fall to the floor with a lovely chorus of thuds, and screeching, which tended to pierce my own ears. And why, I was the culprit! How, I had not known…and even now, I am not sure what it is exactly that makes me an extraordinary lady, but…I must record to whomever it concerns—it was simply a confusing feeling! I, Siyana Blair, initially and subconsciously raise my hand a few inches above my shoulder, and men are fallen—in pain—on my behalf. But no—it was truly me who had caused this riot, however strange it may seem—I am sure of it, but I am simply recording what had happened that dreary night! This is no tall tale! I, Siyana Blair, had disturbed five men—instantly!

At that moment I felt the strange sensation no longer—and, to my utter surprise and relief, my eyesight…but slowly, came back. The…picturesque scene came trickling back just in time for me to witness some extraordinary members take action. Dorian, the utterly vain and meticulous immortal, was being shot continuously by some…automatic rifle…and he simply stood there…I say, jaded! The gunman was astonished by his competition and the two men—extra-ordinary and extra-unlucky, exchanged a dialect I could not hear. I was simply taken aback, still, by what I had done, just moments before.

Surrounding me, in which I eccentrically had not noticed just moments before, were five struggling gunmen—all blinded with white, washed out eyes; just as I had had an instant earlier.

I struck eyes with the Captain. His eyes were but curious, slightly sentimental, astonished and grateful; mine—teary, confused, and scared. Yes, I was scared. Surely…who would not?

Then, everything became to subsist to silence. Before I was capable to recompose myself, the battle was over. The league all appeared, slowly, and began to reminisce their simply—unproblematic struggle, as I, dumbfounded and nearly not as serene as the others, fell faint.

A/N: Questions? Comments? You know what to do!