Goddamn it.
God fucking damn it.
She ruined everything.
If only she kept her big fat mouth shut…..
"It's over for you, Kat! Your plans have been foiled."
Kat, who was now dirty and bruised, was cornered, and her plans were ruined,
escaping her of the lalala land she was just in.
She was sweating,way too hard, too, she felt as if she had bombs watering her soft,
pale was sweating so badly, and her makeup was coming off too, but the
worst part? She was cornered, her master plans had failed.
"Don't move any farther Kat!" One of the spies spoke out, as all four of them were
walking in, closing in on her as she was backing into a small corner of her large,
pink bedroom, the threatening aura closing in, her long dark hair fell over her face,
feeling as if someone was choking her.
Feeling as if the world was pushing up her, crashing over, tripping over broken
objects as Kat fell, her body meeting the ground as she started shaking, her skinny
body crashing into the wall behind her, her head bumping into the wall behind, her,
tears starting to form onto her face, but she quickly blinked them away
All she wanted was to ruin some kid's birthdays,someone people would get hurt at
the end of this, yeah so what?
That wasn't even gonna scare her, if she can't have a super fun 13th, then so be it,
no one else can have their 13th birthday…..wasn't that was all she wanted?
Was that too much to ask for, she just wanted a big birthday, was that…so…bad?
Her actions had produced a perfect outcome. Looking around the room, her plan
had failed horribly. She was shocked that she had slipped up on her plan this badly.
All she wanted was a cool 13th birthday like everyone else. Make it better, even
cooler, make it 2,000 times much better than anyone else's birthday party. And to
make it better, she was going to be 13, so she had to make it the biggest and the
best birthday ever.
She's breathing, this girl is also shaking, not that much, something is going in this
house with such heavy breaths and her eyes dart around the room, searching for
something,or maybe even, she's waiting on someone.
Looking around, the walls, punch marks, and the pale, pink-haired, punk girl's, thin,
ballerina body had some…maybe, some sort of bruising on them.
Her breath hitched; everything was crumbling, her throat was choking her with
words she wanted to scream out, but she couldn't do that; not right now at least.
As Kat, was looking around her mess, she heard shouting from nearby her room,
she knew what was happening and there was nowhere left to run.
She was caught,she had lost the battle.
She was looking around the room.
Her once-pink Victorian bedroom, now a stark contrast to its earlier splendor, lay in
disarray. Perfectly arranged windows that once let in soft, gentle light were now
clouded by the chaos within. Once plush underfoot, the lovely carpets were marred
by signs of a recent tempest. Neat stacks of books were toppled, their pages
fluttering like fallen leaves, echoing the turmoil in her heart.
What used to be a sanctuary of calm place when things got bad was now a scene of
devastation—shattered fragments of her perfect world littered the floor. The fight
with those irritating spiez had left her beautiful bed in shambles, its once-inviting
covers torn and crumpled. She had tried so hard to embody the ideal daughter her
parents wished for, yet everything felt so far from that reality.
Her beloved teddy bears lay ripped apart, their stuffing strewn across the room like
pearls lost from a necklace, a sea of white soaking up the remnants of her
childhood innocence. Emptiness swirled within her, mirroring the chaos around her;
every inch of her once-pristine room now echoed her inner turmoil. Clothes lay
haphazardly discarded, a reflection of her fraying mental state, as anger and hatred
crashed through her mind like a violent storm, leaving her feeling unmoored and
lost.
Everything around this room was a mess.
The scent of lavender and dust still faintly clings to the now-tattered pink Victorian
wallpaper, a ghost of the perfectly clean room with its flawless windows and tidy
piles of books that once housed her calm and collected self.
There was dirt everywhere, most of her room was dark to look through, and the
lighting was somewhat passing through the broken window, cutting her. There were
blood splatters, everywhere, and she was in the verge of passing out, and to make
this scarier; she wasn't even alone.
She was shaking. She had some nerve, too. She had a few injuries on her, she was
fighting not too long ago. And she didn't even realize it. She's crying. She was
crying like a child, like an 8-year-old baby. All she wanted to do was make the
biggest, best birthday party ever because her parents couldn't do it.
And then, as she looked out the broken window,arms still in the air, she heard it.
The sirens, helicopter noises, people gathering around her house, her large white
Victorian house, white as a pearl, decorated nice as a star, the footsteps were
coming closer. Looking down at the window, and around her broken bedroom, her
green eyes shifting from one person of the next and asking people 100 questions.
That's when she realized it.
The police were here. The POLICE were fucking here, looking for her!Looking up
from where she stood, and backign away from her broken window, her hands still in
the air she realized that not only she was going to jail, her parents were going to
send her away.
AGAIN.
In the midst of her sweaty panic, her soft, lime-green eyes looked around her r, the
girl with pink hair was determined not to give up. While she didn't want to, she had
to come up with another plan, a revenge plan. Yes, she will be put in prison, maybe
for a year, given she has a good layer and defence team, but she's going to get out.
She could hear chattering, along with footsteps coming up the flights of stairs of her
large home, she knew this was coming.
Kat's sweat to acid as delays and obstacles thwarted her carefully laid plans. Tears
blurred her vision, but the ache in her heart wouldn't let her yield. Reluctantly, she
realized the necessity of formulating a backup plan, driven by a thirst for revenge,
acknowledging the potential consequences—a prison sentence spanning months,
perhaps even a year—but confident in her ability to navigate the legal system with
skilled lawyers and a robust defense team to ultimately secure her release.
She could tell. She refused to give up this easy.
Fuck, why did I slip up this bad, she mumbled under her breath, looking around her
room, four kids her age, cornering her, she had to surrender now, it was now or
never. Dropping her gun on the floor, softly backing away from the four spies, and
raising her hands in the air as to surrender herself, not wanting anyone to be
harmed, she spoke in a tough tone, still trying not to cry.
"F-fine, you win, y-you four w-w-with your, s-shitty, outfits-"
The yellow one, the loudest of them, threw a piece of her cake at her, running her
makeup, basically slapping her in the face; she kept calm, but the other three just
stared at her with this odd look on their faces,looks of sympathy, maybe?
Looking around her bedroom as she was put in handcuffs and being yelled at by her
parents, she was zoning out, completely, Kat was trying to not be weak, but it
wasn't working as best as she could. As the door barged in, Kat stilled zoned out as
the WOOHP spies crashed into the bedroom, soft silver tears, stabbing her in the
eyes, going from the tip of her eyes to the half part of her check, Kat just stood
there, hands in the air, as the WOOHP spies came in, grabbing her.
You couldn't see it from her pale face, but she was so scared. Usually her plans
worked, but this was the first time she had failed, and she utterly hated it. As she
was being dragged away,looking around her messy room, she couldn't help but look
over her side, distracting her from the spy aggressively holding her arms, to see
that the pink-purple one, dark soft looking, wavy with some layers, shiny, wispy,
hair that frame her soft face, looking over at Kat, but what Kat couldn't get over
was the girl's eyes.
Her eyes were such a beautiful green, they were, kinda like a sweet forest in the
night, and she has this kinda softness in her eyes, really pretty too plus she was a
skinny girl with the sweetest smile that warms the murkiest eyes.
The pretty girl, who was crossing her arms with worry on her soft face, was
standing close to a spy, her hand cover her mouth as she was whispering
something to the spy next to her who was tall, handsome,leaning down to her small
and wearing a black suit, first seriousness on his face, then a small smile, now they
were laughing, one of the colorful spiez elbowed her, as she rolled her eyes.
Kat watched with sorrow in her eyes; That girl was having fun, as Kat was being
dragged downstairs, the spies followed her, needing to meet up with their boss,
something she heard from on of them..As she was heading towards the front door
of her house, she looked around to what she was going to miss, her fresh towels,
her maids,her food, and most of all, a home to sleep well in.
"AAAAHHHH!" was her first reaction, seeing the bright lights,as her face, now
blinded by the cameras, people shoivng their faces into hers with microphones,
police, Kat has never gotten this much attention, and it felt so terrible, she felt her
heart pounding as she was being escorted to the police cars.
She knew she had to get away, but not right now, she needed to plan later, not
even close when everyone was watching her so intensely,. She was determined to
escape the danger and make her way todestroy everyone, even her own parents.
While it was horrifying to be walking in front of everyone, what was even more
horrifying was looking into her parents' deep, piercing eyes, as she was being
shoved in the WOOHP cars.
There was nothing worse than having to step into the middle of everyone, your
hands behind you while a creepy cop looks at you, everyone around you is taking
pictures of you, the news media is outside your home,but what was even worse and
look into their deep, piercing eyes, which took the edge off of what had to be a
horrifying experience.
As Kat was looking outside of the WOOHP car, sitting uncomfortable as she was,
chained up like a monster, tears now rolling down her pale face, looking at the
tragic scenery that is separating her from a car window, the pretty girl was there,
but this time with her was the red spy the two of them were laughing and joking
with each other, the other two spiez, the four of them must've been siblings,
laughing and joking with each other while standing next to their boss sounding so
happy, something Kat, crying quietly, will never be able to achieve.
As the car glided past, Kat caught a glimpse of the pink spy once more, intently
leaning in to whisper something to the blue spy. The blue spy, with a huff and
annoyance in his face, responded with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, laughter
bubbling up as if he found something particularly amusing. Meanwhile, the red spy
stood apart, his gaze fixed on her with an unexpectedly gentle warmth. He waved
goodbye, and Kat couldn't help but notice the way his playful smile made him, well,
rather charming in that moment….
"Well, that was fucked up, anyways, let's head to the J-man, see what's up" Marc
spoke up, shading himself with the bright sun with his small hand as Marc started
walking over to Jerry, who was talking to Kat's parents, who were crying, holding on
to each other, while Jerry told both of them, saying that they need to do something
to as he grabbed Tony, who was rolling his eyes, watching the sky, uninterested.
Lee, the tall, buffy, red spy, watched with soft blue eyes. He looked over at the road
where Kat was being dragged to, replying to the last few minutes in his head, trying
to understand why Kat did what she had to do.
Megan and Marc looked over at Lee, who was just numb. Lee was just standing
there, staring at the large WOOHP car passing him by with the 13-year-old girl
sitting in the car, crying to herself. The image of her crying was still sitting in her
head like an old movie that was on replay; she was crying so softly; Kat was crying,
as softly, like a piano of a song.
Looking around, Lee felt some sort of angst for her. She was just a kid just wanting
to have a really fun birthday felt really bad knowing that he was the same
age as him, Mark and Megan were both making remarks and laughing
with each other while Tony was grabbing things from Kat's room that he was
stealing. Quote UN quote. All three of them looked at Lee. Megan had the same
thoughts as Lee did.
In the midst of Kat's beaten, raw, ruff eyes, Megan, a soft spoken, but very loud
girl, always grabbing attention with her voice and energy, dragged downstairs. She
looked into Megan's eyes when she was being dragged downstairs, soft spoken but
extremely loud. Her soft gentle gaze did not show any signs of evilness in the pale
pink-haired aggresive rebel, alongside her older brother. The girl she saw was a
gentle girl who just wanted a little love and attention and she just went too far.
Megan knew what that was like. She didn't want to be vicious or, hell, not even vile;
she just wanted to be a child, who wanted attention.
All Katherina wanted,and maybe even more, was to be loved.
Those soft green eyes that glowed when Megan locked with Kat's; that girl just
wanted to be the best at everything. Megan just wanted to see something beautiful
come out of her. She felt a bit guilty less from her too.
Feeling sympathy?
Emptiness for her, maybe, but for her?
For Kat, of all people?
Maybe.
Maybe.
For the first time, maybe, Megan didn't know that, but looking over, Megan could
sense that, she felt so bad for Katherina, well, not all the way, but Kat was just a
regular girl. To make things worse, this probably wasn't even the worst feeling she
felt.
Before the car sped off into the windy evening, the soft sunlight shined onto Lee,
who was looking over and chatting with the people Kat had harmed. But something
was really on his mind; right before Kat was rushed off, Lee and Kat, for a few
seconds, locked eyes before the tinted windows rolled up, making Lee feel as the
car passed by,the sadness over the girl's face made Lee feel guilty, seeing the pink
villian girl's eyes filled with, emptiness. Megan looked over at Lee, before walking
over to him.
"Lee."
"Hmm?"
"I, um, think-well, maybe we should ask Jerry about, well, this later, let's head
back ok?"
Megan spoke in a soft tone, sirens ringing in the two teen's ears, Lee looked at
Megan and Marc, who were both looking at Jerry, with pity in their eyes, Jerry
looked over and nodded quietly, Tony and Marc joined the older spies, as the four of
them huddled together, needed to head home.
The four of them went home, Jerry waved them off as the spiez were put in a
WOOHP car, Megan was still gripping onto Lee, her face low with sadness, Lee was
in his own world,laying her head down on Lee's shoulder, but you could still see in
his blue eyes that he was upset about what happened,as the two oldest sat in the
back, while Tony and Marc sat in the front.
"Megan, don't worry, it's ok" Lee patted his sister's head as the two spiez slowly
backed away, soft eyes focusing on the whole house, Megan gripped onto Lee's
arm, holding tightly when the two oldest spiez walked past Katherina's parents,
Megan's energy changed, feeling Kat's parents looking at her and Lee.
She was all overwhelmed, and they both started quietly chatting to themselves.
Later at the Spiez house….
Megan was sobbing.
Lee was taking a shower, in his own world, it was late, the night sky fell nicely at
the Clark house, the scent of freshly made dinner was still in the air, Tony, Marc,
and her best friend Tami, who was on the phone, were all comforting her. Megan
was wearing a light purple pajama set. Megan's legs, her body confused, was curled
up to her body. Her sobs were like warm coffee, as her bright, caring, and strong
energy was now gone,
In Kat's case, Megan thought it over and over again. Kat must've went throught a
lot, looking back, it was so menacing and scared Katherina was acting, Megan
recongized the signs of the abuse in the housewhile Marc was sitting next to her,
rubbing her back.
Because Megan saw something.
Something that only SHE could know.
Crashing down in the house, the four Spiez were doing their usually route,and
eating dinner, relaxing, when Jerry called in.