I only own, Sarah, Anwen, and Jonathan Lawson. Thanks for all the reviews, you're all so amazing!
"I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."
~ George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
She never really understood how nobody noticed how deep her emotions ran. Maybe, she was a really good actress. But she doubted that answer. She supposed it's because humanity chose to be blind to things like this. Because humans decided this was a good way to live.
In the past 4 years, Anwen had changed. She wasn't the same Anwen from back then, she was different. And she was proud. Even if pride wasn't what she should be feeling about herself. Maybe she should be feeling hate, hurt, anger.
She had injured so many people, physically and mentally, accidentally or on purpose. It gave her an idea to life, what was right and what was wrong.
Of course, it didn't really help that she only knew the theory.
~ FLASHBACK ~
"Sarah?" Anwen asked, as said girl called her at about midnight.
"May, I'm so sorry. I looked your father up. He was shot 6 years ago," ah. She either had to tell Sarah everything, or had to fake it.
"Oh no, did it say who by?" She asked hopefully.
"Jonathan Lawson, he was never caught," so she could still get revenge, on this Jonathan Lawson.
"Ok, can we meet up tomorrow? Around the London Eye? 11?"
"Of course. See you there, May," she hung up the phone.
~ FLASHBACK OVER ~
How did she get a partner in this again? Oh yeah...
~ FLASHBACK ~
"Sarah, I'm leaving again. Going travelling," May sighed, when she met up with Sarah.
"You're going after Jonathan Lawson, aren't you?" Sarah said.
"What?" May splattered.
"You are!"
"Promise you won't tell," Anwen hated lying, so wasn't keeping it a secret any longer.
"Only if you take me with you," how was anyone to know Sarah could be so devilish?
"Why should I? You could get killed," May reasoned.
"Who cares? I've always wanted to travel, and its the only condition you can keep your secret," Sarah threw her hands up in exaggeration.
"Fine."
"Where are we heading first?" Sarah asked, practically bouncing.
"Spain."
~ FLASHBACK OVER ~
That had been yesterday. Now, the two girls were loaded on a flight to Spain, their cover story being 'travellers'.
"So, I was wondering if you could teach me to fight. I need to be able to defend myself," Sarah argued, "oh! And a code name!"
Anwen sighed, staring blankly out the plane window.
"How about, something Egyptian?" Sarah gasped.
"How about, no," Anwen raised an eyebrow.
"I'll go with Cleopatra. Can I at least be your person on the technology somewhere close by but far enough away?"
"Like a central hub?" Anwen asked. She actually kind of liked that idea.
"Yeah!"
"Ok," Anwen shrugged, blowing a stray strand of blond hair out of her face.
"But- did you say ok?" Sarah cocked her head to the side.
"Ok," Anwen repeated, smiling, before realising what she was doing and mentally slapping it off her face.
"Great!" Sarah squealed, bringing out a sketch pad and designing an outfit.
"I'm going to sleep. You should too, we'll need it," if we're to stay one step ahead of the Justice League, she added silently, before closing her eyes, and drifting of into the warm recesses of sleep.