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It seemed like a day had passed. In fact, one has.

By now, Phineas was hungry and tired. It had been, in fact, at least one 24-hour day.

Slowly, but surely, the leader came in.

'Well, that's weird. She usually doesn't come in alone, unless…' he thought.

She smiled sarcastically at him, and stood in front of her.

"Well, Phineas. you must know why you're here." she said, as if he were a five year old, who was misbehaving at school or something.

He raised his eyebrows skeptically at her, and did not answer her. Instead, he said, "Why?"

This actually caught her off guard. "… Why… what?"

"Why are you doing this."

He waited for an answer, which never came.

"I know. Baljeet threatened you guys. He said if you didn't kill me, he'd turn you in."

She was about to speak, but he immediately cut her off.

"Since when are the assassins," he began, putting emphasis on assassins, "afraid of someone? Since when are the assassins," again putting emphasis on assassins, "afraid of someone taking them down?"

She lowered her voice, in an ashamed sort of way, but it never lost its threatening tone. "This is different! One or two people are easy. The whole kingdom, a militia, and who-knows-who-else is a bit different!"

"What about the rules? 'Thou may not kill fellow assassins?'"

This made her look completely furious. "You're one to talk!"

"I, am no longer an assassin."

"You know I can kill you just from those words alone, right?"

He nodded. "But, if you planned on killing me, I'd be dead by now." He wanted to include, "or you'd be dead," but decided heavily against it.

"We just want to know what you know."

"Oh really?" He hesitated for a moment. "Why?"

"We may- have some plans of our own."

"Like what? Killing Baljeet? The kingdom?" he said sneeringly.

She paused, looking intently at him. "Yes."

"Oh really?! What happened to him being untouchable?!" he said, infuriated. "Wait! If you're killing him… Why are you killing me?"

She looked at him for a moment. "I wouldn't. But… remember? You're not an assassin anymore. You and your friends have broken every rule. We'd gladly take you and Ferb back. And we would have taken the girl back-"

"Would!"

She looked away from him. After a while, she got up and started pacing around the room. "I bet you're wondering why we took so long before attending to you."

"Yes…"

"Before this we questioned Ferb. And before him, …Isabella."

"And?"

"And nothing. It's not… important. Can we get on with this?"

"Even if I knew what you wanted I wouldn't tell you!"

"We can still torture Ferb?"

Knowing he'd regret it, he had to ask still. "What-what about Isabella?"

"Oh… her…"

"Yes. Her. WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"

"Well, to put it nicely… well… oh, I know. No matter what we do to her, she-she won't feel pain anymore."

It took a moment for this to dawn on Phineas."

"You-you k-k-ki-"

"Oh, Phineas. 'Kill' is such a terrible word. She wouldn't cooperate, yet we warned her what would happen if she didn't. She knew it was coming. Her death is her own fault. Not that anyone would care."

So enraged, all he could bring himself to say was, "What do you mean, 'no one'?"

"Her own father doesn't care for her. Her would-be husband ordered her own death. You're best friend is most like jealous of her from 'stealing her away from you,' and you, you'll get over it."

"No."

"No? Well, you have two options. Get over it, and joint your family once more. Or die."

He didn't answer. In fact, all he did was spit in her face. He was shocked. It just now hit him. He'd never talk to Isabella again. He'd never see her smile again. He'd never get his- his chance with her.

It was quite a while before she responded. "Well then… I never thought I'd see the day where Phineas, one of our best, would be like- THIS!"

Taking all fury he could muster, he responded quietly. "Well. I suppose you didn't know me that well."

"Well. It's not like anyone knows me well, either."

"Really? Because, apparently Baljeet knew about ALL the assassins…"

She looked up at him, embarrassed and impossibly angry.

"What- what do you know?"

"Well, Serena, I know your name for one. I also know about your, er, rather tragic past. How your parents abandoned you. How when you were a kid you went from family to family, usually abusive or negligent families. How you finally got one nice and caring family, but they, um, they died. How you 'visited' your old families when just 19. How you met the assassins shortly after. How-"

Now looking clearly annoyed, she finally snapped. "JUST SHUT UP! YOU'VE MADE IT CLEAR YOU'RE NOT JOING US AGAIN! WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP SO I CAN KILL YOU!"

Not really surprised, Phineas nodded. He wast about to give her the satisfaction of killing him without at least his dignity. He always figured, if you're going to end up in the battlefield, you may as well walk in with your head held high than be forced in, even if you don't have a chance.

She didn't even crack a smile, much to the surprise of Phineas.

On one hand, being his nice and optimistic self, he almost felt bad for bringing that up. But, considering all it did was prolong his life, not to mention that she had just killed Isabella, it wasn't so rude. Besides, when he said it, he didn't get all sarcastic. In fact, there was a bit of compassion in his voice. After all, he had gone through a similar past when you think about it.

She carefully took out her sword and held it out threateningly. All Phineas could think about was Isabella, and how he would see her soon.

She brought her sword closer and closer.

Everything was moving in slow motion. She was now smiling deviously. Phineas couldn't help but think that the last thing he'd see was her smiling and bringing her sword closer to him.

He closed his eyes and thought of her. The first time they met. When he made her laugh even when she was feeling depressed. When he kissed her that one time.

Her sword was coming closer. As it did, Phineas had a thought.

'What it she's-'

The sword was closer. It was about to make contact.

'I'M AN IDIOT!' he screamed to himself in thought.

The sword was almost upon him, he'd have to act fast.

He slowly sat up straighter. The sword was a couple of inches away.

Right at the last second, he jumped up, still bound to his chair, and he turned as much as he could.

Serena, unable to stop her blade now, dove the sword right into the rope that held Phineas to his chair. He quickly sprinted without the room with only one thought in mind.

'I have to find Isabella before it IS too late!'

A/N Okay…

A few notes. First of all, huge cliffhanger, I know. I'll update as soon as I can. Also, I'm glad I finally updated with a longer chapter. I mean, honestly. My longest chapter for a long time was like 400 words.

Oh! And sorry if there's a lot of grammer mistakes. I was only able to skim over it. Honestly, I'm lucky that I even had the time to finish writing this and post it…

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