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In which suspicions are confirmed


A week had passed since the meetings with the Henry's. For Evangeline the entirety of the seventy-two hours were spent avoiding her father as much as possible. It was the small things that really aroused her suspicions, things that she ordinarily took no notice of. Those long conference calls in that oddly sound proof room, the long line of sleazy looking business men dressed in knockoff splendor, and those cardboard packages stamped with official seals arriving at all hours in the night. Never once had Evangeline questioned her father. There had never been a reason to, but as hard as she tried to brush off that memory of Mr. Henry, she couldn't.

Her jian slid sharply through the air as she went through her new form. What could he possibly mean by plates? As her feet automatically paced through the intricate footwork, her mind wound around the possibilities. China plates, license plates, banker, plates… The pieces slowly fell into place. Embezzlement. It was the only explanation for any of the behavior she had observed. But before she could think any more on the matter, she experienced the strangest sensation trickling down her spine. Somebody was watching her, and very closely. Evangeline's body came to a halt, and she took several deep breaths to slow her beating heart. Without any notice, she whipped her body around to face her voyeur. The room was empty. Her eyes darted from side to side. I could have sworn…

Fox leaned against the concrete pillar of the training room. The girl is sharp. But in that moment of thought, a blade came whizzing at her neck with deadly precision. Fox ducked her head just in time and rolled out of the way to come face to face with the specimen she was observing just two seconds before.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Evangeline's voice was low and contained just the slightest tremor.

Fox simply smirked. "I work for the Fraternity, and we've been watching you." Subtlety was never one of her strong suits.

Evangeline simply stared back, keeping her jian steady. "Hands up." The woman in front of her serenely complied with a look of absolute amusement on her face. "I'm going to ask you again, and I want a real answer, not some bullshit story about Fraternities."

"I think you've got the wrong idea. I don't have a weapon. I'm not hear to hurt you or rob you."

"Why are you here?"

"I told you, we've been watching you and-" Without letting her finish, Evangeline charged with her sword. What unfolded was a brilliantly choreographed dance of sword an flesh. Fox's reflexes seemed to be as fast as Evangeline's attacks. The blade managed to miss the tattooed assassin by the merest centimeter each swipe it took. But they could only carry on so long without a mistake. For what seemed like the thousandth time, Evangeline's blade came swiping out of the air two inches away from Fox's cheek. What it managed to do was cut off a lock of dark brown hair that floated softly to the ground. It was then that Fox finally pulled out the weapon she supposedly didn't have and curved a bullet straight at Evangeline. It was enough to stop her in her tracks and send her to the ground to avoid the spinning metal slug that came spiraling at her. Fox took the opportunity to level her gun, pressing the smoking muzzle to the girl's temple. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of both parties. Evangeline's blood pounded, thudding through her ears. She could slowly feel her heart begin to accelerate and her chest begin to constrict. No one would hear her in here. The woman kneeling by her side could do anything to her, and no one would know until it was too late. It was this realization that set her going on a panic attack.

"So now you'll listen to me?" Fox questioned giving a little push to the gun in her hands. She noticed, however, that Evangeline's skin had turned an alarming shade of red, and her shudders had yet to stop, and instead seemed to get stronger with each passing second. Fox quickly took her by the shoulder and flipped her onto her back. What she saw were Evangeline's eyes, wide as saucers, and a look of utter fear on the girls face. Her lips were parted slightly, gasping for air, trying to inflate her lungs again. The symptoms were all too similar. "Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. Comon, deep breaths." Fox had to shout to be heard over the noise that was taking place in Evangeline's head.

The entire world was wavering and pulsating around her. Her stalker above her seemed so far away. Her voice was muzzled, and the outlines of her face kept changing size. Evangeline thought she heard a vague mumbling coming from the woman's lips, but was too focused on trying to breath to listen. Before long, she the edges of her visual fields began to blacken and it was only a matter of time before she passed out. The word Embezzlement was the last thing in her head before she stopped thinking.

The next morning Evangeline awoke to a pounding headache and a familiar sight. The striped wallpaper in her room was oddly comforting as she became more aware of her surroundings. Her mother walked in at that point. "Aiya! Evangeline! You worry me so much ah!? Why you didn't take your medicine you silly girl?" Her mother sat by her bed and ran her hands vigorously over her daughter's cheeks. "You should be more careful!" Oddly the first thing that Evangeline thought of was not her attacker, but her father.

"Where's dad?" Her mother looked at her with surprise.

"He's working in the office! Eva-" Without another word to her mother, Evangeline darted from her bed and ran downstairs. She had to get this issue sorted out once and for all. Her mother ran after her and called her name from the banisters. "Evangeline! Don't bother your baba!"

As she race into the kitchen, She knocked into one of the housekeepers, holding a newspaper in her hand. "Miss Evangeline, are you alright?" The girl in front of her was disheveled looking horribly pale and still in her pajamas. She never received an answer to her question, and she noticed that the young woman was reading the front page of the newspaper with alarm.

Body of Jonathan Henry Found! was the headline. A cold wave of fear splashed over Evangeline as she read over the details of the discovery. Mr. Henry's was supposed to be on a business trip, but when he didn't come back, his family began to worry. A search was sent out, but quickly concluded when they found his body floating in Lake Michigan. Evangeline stood up, and with newspaper clenched in her fists, she continued her trip to her father's office. By the time she had gotten there, her frenzy had worn down and left her nearly in tears.

Without knocking, she stumbled into the room. Tears running down her cheeks, she stood in front of her father who stared at the sight before him. "Evangeline you should be in bed! What's the matter." "It was you wasn't it?" Her father looked at his trembling daughter in alarm. "You did it. It was all you and whatever thing that you were working on."

"Evangeline, slow down, what was me?"

"This!" She slammed the newspaper down in front of her father and points vehemently at the headline. "This! Mr. Henry!" Her father looked up at her.

"What is this?"

"Oh like you don't know! You planned all of this! You were the one behind it!" Her father rose from his seat.

"Evangeline! Listen to yourself! Do you have ANY idea what you are accusing me of?"

"I know exactly what I'm accusing you of." Her entire body was trembling now, a mix between fear, nerves, and anger. "I heard you! I heard you and heard it all! You're responsible for this! You were the one who got him killed! And for what? Plates? What the hell do you need plates for? I can't believe I was so blind to this! Does mom know?" Her voice had reached an absolute screech now, and her body wracked with sobs as tears spread furiously down her face. "How coul-" Before she could say another word, the congressman's hand connected sharply with her face. The impact stunned her and sent her crashing to the floor. Evangeline clutched her cheek and looked up at her father. He had the same look on his face that she had seen two weeks before. This was the first time he had ever physically struck her, and her mind struggled wildly to wrap itself around that iota of information.

"You have no idea what I've had to do to get this far! You should be thanking me! I've given you everything! Everything that you have asked!" Evangeline's lower lip trembled as she continued to look up at the man formerly known as her father. He paused. His eyes were bulging and his upper lip was curled into a sneer. She quickly pushed herself up from the floor and ran out of the office and out the front door without bothering to put her shoes on. The gravel was cold beneath her feet as she ran down the drive way, slipping every so often on the individual pebbles. Her eyes were still blurred with tears and she didn't even notice the black Ferrari parked at the gate. Shouts from the security personnel her father called were heard behind her. She ran faster, pumping her arms desperately, trying to just get beyond those gates. The door of the car opened suddenly to reveal Fox sitting calmly in the front seat.

"Get in kid."

Ok Chapter 3 :)

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