Where was it? Franziska thought to herself, she had run back to the house to warn Qilin.
Years ago, when her Papa had a high-profile case, she was kidnapped and tied up in a warehouse. They wanted her Papa to be off the case, but it seemed that Manfred only worked for his name. She was scared, she had put on a fight before they captured her but they were too strong. Then when she thought all hope was lost, the two gates that protected the warehouse burst open, and in the dark, a huge cat with green eyes appeared with murder in its eyes. All men were armed with steel pipes, knives, and even a few had guns, but the cat stood its ground. Franziska could make out the long white hair in the dark, giving the cat an appearance of a ghost. She heard screams of pain, pleads for mercy, and the sickening snap of bones. The feral noise made by the cat wasn't ordinary. Liquid splashed over her, and some got into her mouth, it tasted metallic, and it was bright. Blood. The next thing she remembered was that she was in Miles's arms, with Qilin behind him exhausted with worry, or was it something else? She later learned that all men were in critical-condition, and the leader was in a coma, that Qilin ushered he would wake up in months, years at the most. And she smiled at that.
"Kitty? Mr. Snowball? Whitey?" Franziska desperately called out. She tried to guess the name of that cat. She turned and found two guards chasing her.
"Stop!" one guard shouted.
As if Franziska would listen. She entered the nearest door and bolted it. With all her strength, she pushed a desk to the door, barring her from entry. There were curses from the other side as the two guards argued, one male and one female, they banged on the door, pushed it, and used their knives to try and cut out a piece of the door, but it was too thick. More curses, and then a retreat. With a sigh of relief, Franziska backed away and felt another door behind her. A door connecting to the other room!
She waited, hoping the guards didn't know about the door. A few minutes passed and nothing happened, she took a deep breath and went in.
Qilin, dragging Fiona by her hair, holding a smoking gun was just standing over her twin's dead body.
"You came at just the right time," Qilin said sweetly, like a demon with a voice of an angel.
"You killed him."
"I did."
"Why? You love him! You always talked about your childhood with him!"
"I am not so innocent, not so naive as before, Franziska. I now know my brother always supported the Heilongs, and it angered me. He chose them over me!"
"I am going to have to report you, Qilin. You can't just kill people over that."
Qilin's smile turned into a sneer. "Don't you know those people who took away Miles? They're my guards, my slaves, I can tell them to do anything they want with you."
"No..."
"Yes, my dear sister. I've always hated you. You think you're so smart, so intelligent, that people who do things bad are always bad, that people who do things that are good are good people. Well, I'm sick of it, you snot-nosed hypocrite. I did good, didn't I? And what did you do? You whipped my face."
Franziska flinched at the venom in those words. What happened to you, Qilin?
"Now, I want you to run."
Franziska steeled herself and instead took a step forward.
"Do what I tell you, or –" she shoved the into Fiona's scalp "- I'll kill her!"
Franziska gritted her teeth, opened the door to the hallway and ran.
"Don't worry about the guards, dear sister, I took care of them."
As if to prove her point, a body of a guard fell at Franziska's feet, making her freeze with shock.
"What? Keep running."
Franziska ran.
"The devil's grip is on me, to let me go let all winds flurry!" Fiona's eyes dilated as she lifted her chin defiantly at Qilin. Wind whipped up in the room, tossing furniture at her but not harming Fiona. Thanks to the self-defense taught to her by Liuxang, she rammed her elbow against Qilin. Qilin let go and protected herself from the projectiles hurled at her. The winds died, and Fiona was gone. Qilin smiled. How fun could this chase get?
"Prosecutor!"
The Irish brogue stopped Franziska. She turned, saw Fiona running to her.
"Fiona Egan?"
"Don't stop, keep on running." With that, Fiona grabbed her arm and dragged her.
They kept on running, and running until Fiona studied one door, opened it and entered the room, roughly pulling Franziska in. Bonelessly, Fiona slid on the floor panting heavily. Curiously, Franziska didn't even feel tired but Fiona, she was sweating like a squeezed sponge.
"Fiona Egan, are you alright?"
Fiona gave a half-laugh. "Let me just git ma breathe, kinda tired running for two people."
Franziska gasped. "You're pregnant!"
Fiona glanced at her horrified. "'Course not! Me boyfriend's been brain dead for years."
A bullet wheezed between them. Mundo.
"I found two rats."
An eye peered through the hole made by the bullet.
"Quick! The door!" Fiona gasped as she searched the floor.
"What door."
Fiona pulled out a chair from the desk and gestured to Franziska. Even though unsettled by the rattling on the door, Franziska ran to Fiona and saw the trap door. With nimble hands, Fiona opened it and pushed Franziska in.
"Wait! What about you?"
"Am jumpin' in too of course."
Then the door gave.
With a shriek of surprise, Fiona lost her balance and fell in, barely missing Franziska.
"Close the door!" Fiona ordered, panicking while taking in small gasps of breathe.
Mundo reached in for them but with surprising strength, Franziska pulled down the door, in time with closing in on Mundo's arm. Mundo screamed and withdrew his arm. The door closed and Fiona groped in the darkness enveloping them to find the lock. She found it and bolted it.
"And that Prosecutor, is adrenaline, don't leave home without it."
"Ms. Von Karma, since you saved my life, Fiona Egan."
"Even with the whip incident?"
"Even with the whip incident."
The trap door clattered.
"Better git goin' Missus."
And with a flame shot out of Fiona's palm.
Franziska stumbled. "What are you?"
"I am a witch."
So, this is to make up for not submitting my story for I dunno how many weeks? So what is it about my story that is so ridiculous? I think it's because I read Negima, watched lots of Resident Evil games, and read tons of twist books. And I like it. Thank you for reading Turnabout Innocence, and as soon as I end this story, I will start a new AA series that would be about a little girl named Mikaela (sorry, won't spoil it by giving out the story.) Running out of ideas for my story about misfits, suggest to me any occupation you think would be interesting to write about. Like a rockstar, PI, ninja (yes, I am serious), a rapper, a vigilante, or anything. My suggestion box is open and I promise you they are not shredders in disguise.