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Her voice rung out dangerously. "Now boys."
It took a moment for the three to take in what was happening. Another, for them to figure out what she meant. Before their hands could even touch the ends of their swords, the two men were upon them. The first, and by easily the largest, ran towards Isabella. After punching her in the face, knocking her out in the process, the other man did the same to Ferb.
The two men look at Phineas, who is looking at Isabella with fear in his eyes.
"So, this is what it's come to? Can't even fight for yourself!" Phineas said as rudely as he could towards the leader.
Ignoring his comment, she replied. "Concerned for the girl I see. Pity. Let me guess. … You've come to be great friends, maybe even lovers," she said, putting as much sarcasm in the word lover. "Well Phineas, in the real world, things don't work like that. In the end, you're either with us or against us-"
"I'm against you!" he said, with as much fury as possible.
"Then, as I was saying, you die. Listen carefully, Phineas. No one has taken down this society. And there's a reason for that. We're too strong. There are too many of us. How can three people possibly end that?"
Before even giving him time to answer, before even giving him time to think, she smiled at the other two. They quickly grabbed him, and began to, you know, beat him.
As he was fading, he vaguely heard "Goodbye, Phineas."
He woke with a start. He was in a small room. There was blood splattered all over the floor. He could have sworn there was a body in the corner.
He was tied to a chair. Unfortunately, he knew what this room was. It was part of the society's lair. A chamber. A torture chamber.
The assassins used it for questioning, or, of course, if an assassin turned on them and they wanted to make their end slow and painful.
He opened his eyes fully, now. Around the room was full of little torture devices, and weapons.
Now he was panicked. Not for himself, but for the others. Isabella and Ferb.
Where we're they anyways? Shouldn't they be here too, unless…
No! He couldn't think about that. It couldn't be true… could it?
He sat all tied up in his chair, waiting for someone to come. In fact, he sat there for hours. No one came. Why? Shouldn't he be dead by now. At least being tortured, surely. Bu why wasn't something happening?
This was weird. He knew it was. There had to be something up…
A/N Okay… not how I intended this chapter to turn out. But, I'm actually a bit happy of how it turned out.
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