"All by myself
Waiting for a "friend" to show
My magic won't help me now
Not until you walk through the door
Please set me free
Don't be afraid
I am always by your side
Come now, my friend
Death's sweet embrace
Was once a gift I'd yearned for
But now that I have found you
I don't need death
Not anymore
Come set me free
You'll be okay
I'll keep you safe
So, I beg
Don't go away
Friend..."
Sitting alone in the marbled parlor, a scarred beauty sat pleased with the flames of her passion. The flames of her justice embrassing the cruel male agents like lovers. Yes, they would be as scarred as she. They would learn their place.
"Lady Lezile," a new voice echoed in the halls. The newest girl in her garden. The newest thorn to the cause.
"Tani. Could not wait till tomorrow to prove yourself?" Lezile asked innocently. The bronze skinned child shook their head.
"I could not. I wish to... dazzle you... With a performance of a life time, my Lady," Tani bowed. She did not wait for confirmation from Lady Lezile before her own words poured from her mouth.
"You were a girl
Looking for someone to care
But as I entered your house
Cruel tricks were played, I unaware,"
"Tani" began to sing as "she" circled the room. There was an odd tone to "her" voice. It, though high in pitch, was not feminine. Lezile narrowed her eyes at the new thorny Phoenix. "Tani" then curtsied at Lezile, a swift smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Please let me leave
I'm so afraid
My father's looking for me
Let go, my friend,"
"Tani" continued. She nodded her head ever so slightly. Nets and wire began to fall. Lezile growled as she avoided the traps falling around her.
"Tables are turned
Pity is altered to hate
All of these things done to me
They are unfair
Now you can't leave,"
The traps a strewn on the floor caused her to slip, to trip if you will. She fell to the floor in a heap. Writhing, attempting to escape, she only trapped herself in the web of nets further. She reached into her pocket for her emergency lighter, only to discover it had broken with her fall. She looked up at "Tani" with hatred and malice.
"Give up all hope
I will escape
Don't trap me here
Oh I beg
Let me be me
Again..."
It was then "Tani" removed her hair, showing instead Anthony. Lezile froze. Infiltrated by a mere slip of a man.
"Please... Friend..."
Tony finished. Lezile growled at him.
"You vulgar bastard," she growled, "How dare you make a fool of me. "
Tony's eyes flashed with hurt. Was that what he was? A child unwanted by even his blood. Oh wait, bastard meant a child out of marriage. Still, it hurt. How close she had struck without truly striking was astonishing. But he could retaliate.
"How dare you! Attacking the weak and innocent! Though male they are, they never asked for it, as you never asked to be female. Like you never had a chance against your captor. You are nothing more than a hyp-hypocritia- hypocrut-?"
"Hypocrite?" a voice called out from the shadows. Lezile turned her heads to see one of the two servants that masqueraded their ways into her home.
"I thinks so."
"Thank you Alan, Orji. Now, do you have something for Lady Lezile?"
"We do."
"Lovely silver handcuffs. For a lovely lady."
She was dumbfounded as the twins cuffed her hands together. Each grabbed her upper arms and began to drag the burned out villain.
Tony followed with a resigned aloofness. Her words slowly fading into the dark recesses of his mind. Well, more like being dragged by memories of Alan, Orji and Marc all getting along with him. It felt nice.
"Well, that was anticlimactic," Lee complained. Marc and Megan said nothing. Each recalling their interaction with the child in the mansion. Megan was thinking about what she said. My family is small now, but it will grow in time... You're the spy. You figure it out.
She wanted to learn more about what she was talking about. Why she hated WHOOP. Why she was prepared for them. Why was she crying?
Marc was thinking about Tony. Or... Anthony. He'd have to get used to that. Tony wasn't going to respond to Tony... Or maybe it was to protect himself. Jerry would be wary if any of them learned of a Tony. Anthony was. Safer alibi without lying. And technically, it was Tony's actual name.
Jeez, this would take a while to get used to.
"Hello?" Lee whined, "What's with you guys?"
"Wha-? Oh sorry Lee!" Megan apologized. Marc continued to zone out. Lee narrowed his eyes slightly at the behavior of his little brother. Marc didn't even flinch. Not one indication that he heard him. He pressed a few buttons and engaged auto pilot before unbuckling. He walked over to Marc, placing one hand on his shoulder. Marc's eyes met Lee's. A foreign emotion sparked in Marc's eyes that Lee hadn't seen before, melancholy.
"Yes Lee?" Marc questioned monotonously. Lee was taken back by his brother's apathy.
"You alright bro? The mission was a success!" Lee proclaimed enthusiastically. Marc sighed at his brother's energy.
"Yeah. But we didn't make it out unscathed." We didn't make it out together.
"But the other agents are strong. They'll recover," Lee attempted to comfort. Marc gave his brother a small smile.
"Yeah. They are strong."
Lee swore his brother's smile grew softer as his mind floated onto another topic outside of the ship's boundaries.
So this chapter uses Friend from the Witch House, suggested by the one, the only, Forestspirit of Thunderclan. Gave it a listen and decided that it could actually work. Maybe. It depends on what you all think. Now, please review.