Masquerade Lovers
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Villainous
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Tim Scam smiled to himself. It had been more than a week since he made his escape from WOOHP, and yet, no one seemed to have noticed – except possibly that redheaded girl, Samantha. She knew he escaped, and yet nothing had happened since, according to his excellent observation. He'd watched her when she went to her penthouse, saw her bathe, and saw her pitiful attempts to wash out her sins and deeds of the night before by rinsing her body with pure, sparkling water. His eyes saw every curve and plane of her body, and he remembered every bit of it. He saw her dry herself and prick her finger on the thorns, drawing ruby red blood out. He saw her carefully arranging her hair in such a way that she was able to cover the mark of his lips on her neck. He observed her with a kind of focus he usually had when planning his next move.
He observed her with a kind of interest that made him feel like an outright pedophile, since he was eight years older than her. She was very young, only twenty-three, going on twenty-four, whereas he was now in his early thirties. He tried to ignore the twinge of guilt that he began to have, when dealing with her.
But he had to make his way to the mountains, which were still snowy-capped. There he would meet Terence Lewis, Myrna Beesbottom, Helga Von Gugen and Boogie Gus, and plot to annihilate the spies. It was a pity, now that he really knew what Samantha was capable of: how intelligent, how beautiful (he'd known she was attractive, but after that night, he could no longer deny it), how sensual she could be –
Did she even know what she was doing to him now? She was a temptation that could prove hard to resist, and could possibly be his downfall.
No, his eyes narrowed. He'd worked too hard. And it was her naïve, stupid fault. She'd have to go. Then temptation would no longer be there, and he could be free.
It was unbearably chilly. Why the hell did he agree to such a God-damned, God-forsaken isolated place like this? Terence had said that once, a villain had died here, thwarted by WOOHP. He knew that the mountains were popular places for villains, especially desolate ones like here, but honestly –
He saw Terence in that ridiculous Napoleon-inspired costume. That guy had no sense of style and was a disgrace to all the low-life scum of villains in the world. Again, he berated himself for even considering joining LAMOS. With crazy idiots of villains running the whole thing, he was surprised they hadn't met their doom earlier.
But then again, there was strength in numbers. And he would need all the strength he could get to overcome WOOHP.
"As we are all here, we have finally been avenged," Terence announced to the rest of LAMOS. Here was where Terence made some sad speech that would have Helga Von Gugen primping herself, Boogie Gus shaking his head and singing some demented 80s song (he could never enjoy listening to ABBA again), Myrna Beesbottom doing whatever stupid thing she was doing and himself fall to sleep.
And he really did. Not that Terence seemed to mind, though, Tim thought with a smirk when he woke up. He was just puffing and pimping himself so that he would feel as if they had actually managed to accomplish something. Which was true; they would have accomplished the very difficult deeds of:
Wasting their time and looking like idiots.
Annoying the spies.
Wasting their time and looking like idiots.
(Points number 1 and 3 were the same because they really, really made themselves seem like idiots for the numerous times they confronted the spies and had their asses kicked into the WOOHP detention facilities).
There was noise from the outside, followed by a knock at the door to the abandoned cabin, where the LAMOS meeting was underway. "May I come in?" A voice asked.
"Who dares to interrupt the meeting of our great league of doom?" Terence asked in a thunderous voice.
Scam yawned. This should be interesting.
The door to the cabin at the mountains took that as invitation and entered. The person's features were surrounded by shadows. How very anticlimactic, Tim Scam thought, shaking his head. This villainous man/womanstepped out of the shadows. It was a man.
"I hear you are enemies of WOOHP?" The man asked with an almost maniacal edge to his voice.
"Why'd you care, bro-thah?" Boogie Gus drawled. "Jus' 'cause we villains don't mean we ain't got anythin' to do with them crazed spa-yes."
The man looked almost coldly at Boogie Gus. "My name is Dr. Gelee. I was at odds with the spies, and I want my revenge on WOOHP. Humanity is too cruel and I want to remove a substantial proportion from the surface of the earth."
"And you come to a villains' hideout to seek an alliance?" Tim Scam asked, amused, while Helga Von Gugen laughed.
"The irony," Myrna Beesbottom laughed.
"I can be very helpful, I believe," Dr. Gelee said. "No one, with the exception of all of you now, is aware that I am alive. I presumably died in an avalanche hereabouts," Dr. Gelee stated, matter-of-factly. "I am the perfect person for an ambush attack. And I must say, I could greatly help you in obtaining technology."
"Well, Tim Scam (motioning to Tim) was a former agent of WOOHP, and he knows as much of WOOHP and his own inventions as we could possibly wish for. But as for the stealth attack, that is true," Terence agreed. "So, you would like to join LAMOS?"
The man blinked. And then smiled. "On one condition," he said. "No one will harm the WOOHP agent named Clover."
Helga Von Gugen was almost hysterical. "What? She must be disposed off, the good-for-nothing-thinks-she-knows-so-much-about-fashion brat!"
"Yuh," Boogie Gus said. "I mean, I'm no smarty-pants like them Terence an' Timmo-Scam, but I do think that them spies gotta be wiped off or they'll kill us men – and women," he said, quickly adding the last part under Helga Van Gugen's and Myrna Beesbottom's glare.
"Do not worry about Clover," Dr. Gelee said. "She'll reign by my side as my Queen, and will pose no threat to us."
Everyone else's jaws dropped. Tim Scam found that he was not alone in the numbers of bad guys who'd fallen in love with spies. Obviously, this nutter was one too.
Well, at least it was Clover, and not Samantha.
Tim Scam spoke first. "You are in love with her?" He asked Dr. Gelee.
"More than life itself," came the raspy reply.
"Does she love you?"
The man looked back at Tim Scam defiantly. "It doesn't matter. She will."
"You sound very certain," Terence said, idly. "Are you just joining us so that you can have Clover to yourself?"
The man shrugged. "I know she will love me. The spies have fallen in love with villains before. At least that red-haired one did. Or at least date, since the attachment was too weak to call love. His name was James, and he was from London. Of course, he was taken down. And I heard about Kyle Katz. The spies were all enamored of him."
"Ohohohoho," Terence grinned. "So, Miss Perfect loves the dark side. How is surprising is that? You know, we could use this to our advantage."
Dr. Gelee shook his head. "No, after that incident it was very rare for her to grow close to anyone even if she fancied the person. No, my Clover is of a more malleable persuasion. She will more likely fall in love with me, than the red-haired spy would with any of you. No offence."
"Believe me, Dr. Gelee," Terence said, his voice sickly sweet. "I am no cradle-snatcher, and neither is Boogie Gus here. We wouldn't take her if you paid us a million dollars."
"Speak fo-ah yoursel', man! I wouldda!" Boogie Gus said, imagining himself in a vault full of green dollar notes.
Terence ignored Boogie Gus' outburst. "And Tim Scam here is a sadist and a sociopath with no emotions whatsoever. I doubt he'd want to form an attachment to any of those – girls (this was said as if it were an expletive). Although – I wouldn't put it pass him from being able to seduce at least one of them. The red-haired one would be difficult, but the blonde and brunette should be simple. I remember a time that he told us he'd taunted the girls and used their mothers against them, even kissing one of them at a point, just to freak them out, even though they were at least fifteen years older than him."
Tim Scam thought back to that time with a certain degree of shame, but he wasn't focusing on that incident. Somehow, his thoughts ran back to Samantha, which he pushed away. At any rate, he did not know whether to feel glad or not at what Terence said. At least no one suspected him of having all those conflicting emotions stirring up within him like some lovesick fool.
Dr. Gelee's hands were clenched in a fist. "Clover will be mine. I will join only if I will be able to have her to myself, and safely, too."
Actually, Tim was glad he had an opportunity to meet Dr. Gelee, who was obviously more vocal in his determination to pursue Clover.
"I am not sure whether you know of this, Dr. Gelee," Helga Von Gugen said airily (like the airhead she was). "But Agent Clover of WOOHP is engaged to be married to fellow WOOHP Agent Blaine."
"Indeed?" Dr. Gelee asked. Tim Scam was wary of the tone which he used. "Because right now, as we speak, Agent Blaine fights for his life."
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Author's Note
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It was Dr. Gelee! I'm telling you! He's back! The psychopath… Grrr…
How will this affect the spies?
Oh, and Tim Scam really did kiss Stella. It was funny to see Clover's expression! (I'm mean! :P)
Boogie Gus is a dirty old pervert. That's right. And I didn't know how to write how he talks. So that's why the conversation is so weird.
Until next chapter,
lianneharmony
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References
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ABBA. Awesome band. My favorite song from them is Man After Midnight. Hey, that makes me think of a possible fanfic/songfic! Ooooh! It's a pity Scam no longer likes it… :(
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Shoutouts
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So I know it was confusing, but Yashi Inuzuka got it right. It wasn't Scam. He's not stupid.
Also thanks to Guardian of Courage and Beth, who reviewed. You guys keep me going! :D