I think that one was heartattack worthy, Aly. No knocking my secret revealing writing! Lol. Oh my god! I think we have more than one reader! It's amazing! I think there's two. :D Well anywhoo, I feel like tested our reader(s!) heart health right about now, sis. How bout you? Here goes nothing!You can kill me later ;)
It was Saturday night and everyone knew what that meant; everyone who’s daring enough would be sneaking out for a night in the town. The Morrigans had plans of their own in fact, and they’d already tipped off the boys who unsurprisingly were planning the same exact thing. What was the activity on that night’s agenda? A party. A big party. A huge party in which just about every teen in that small town would be at. The location? An old warehouse. Luckily though, this party was perfectly legal so they didn’t have to worry about any of that and there wouldn’t be any adults there. Well, not technically. The guy who was “hosting” this party was Martin Keenworthy III. His parents were pretty rich and spoiled him completely, but they didn’t really like NDAA because their precious little boy had been turned down even with a large sum of cash offered as enticements. Poor Keenworthys, they’d never found anything that their money couldn’t buy until they applied little Martin to Noble Duplicity last summer. This year, for Martin’s birthday, he wanted to have a party. A humungous party, and invite every teenager in the area. His parents said ok but no Noble Duplicity students and he agreed. Boy, were the Keenworthys in for a surprise. Martin was a scrawny little nerd and he had an older brother named Bryce who was supposed to be in college but dropped out. Bryce was the complete opposite of over-achieving nerd-boy female professors weren’t “hot enough”, and his player status was known just about worldwide. So the chaperone tonight was Bruce, whose parents, despite his reputation, thought he was a complete angel. Don’t forget that Bruce’s father and grandfather were both chiefs on the nearby police forces and had decided to keep all of their officers away from the old warehouse-turned-club for Martin’s big night. Looked like Martin would get his wish. His party would definitely be interesting. At dinner in the NDAA mansion, everyone was chatting quietly about sneaking out. It seemed there was going to be quite the turnout from the kids not even allowed in. Invitations weren’t sent out, of course, since word spread in a small town infested with teenage CIA spies in training, so they wouldn’t have to worry about forging any. Izzy sighed. “What in the world am I going to wear tonight,” she groaned to herself. “Whoa, you haven’t had something picked since last month? Shocking,” Aly said sardonically. Izzy stuck her tongue out at her childishly. “Girls…,” Sophie warned as Aly opened her mouth. She waited until Sophie wasn’t looking again to return the infantile action. “I saw that, Alianne,” Sophia scolded. “Jeez, sorry mother,” she replied crossing her arms across her chest rebelliously, daring her sister to challenge her. Sophie sighed. “I give up, “she muttered, ignoring the twins altogether. Izzy tried to put an outfit together in her head but failed. She couldn’t think when she had a major headache. She finally gave up and sighed exasperatedly. “I’ll see you guys later. I need to go take some aspirin and rest for a bit before we leave,” she explained standing up. “Okey dokey,” Lucy said with a giggle. Izzy raised an eyebrow at her but that just made her head hurt more. “It’s my new favorite word,” she explained with a smile. “All righty, then. See you guys later,” Izzy excused herself and got rid of her dishes. When she was walking out of the Grand Hall Victoria stopped in her path. Izzy was so not in the mood to put up with her right then so she tried to go around her, but Victoria just blocked her path. “I really hope you’re not going to the party tonight,” she said with a twisted and evil scheming smile. “Why’s that,” Izzy humored her. “Because it’d be a reallly crappy party with you there,” Victoria explained. “Interesting. Good point but I can guarantee you that I’ll be there tonight. Oh, and if you go and you want to find me, just ask for the hottest chick there, someone’ll be sure to direct you over. ” Izzy managed to step around Victoria and head quickly for the staircase, but she could feel her fuming in the doorway to the Grand Hall. She ran upstairs and went straight to the bathroom, getting two Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet and swallowing them with water from the sink. She went to lay down on her bed, what she usually did when she had a major migraine. She drifted off to sleep after a while once the pain in her head had eased and her dream wasn’t all that pleasant. It was one about her parents, just like most of her dreams were, but this one was the last time she’d heard their voices. The night of the attack that had separated her family. She woke with a start at the part right after the big metal door swung shut and she was engulfed in blackness and the eerie echoing throughout the tunnel. She got up and took a quick shower, washing away the disturbing nightmare. Her sisters weren’t back yet, they must’ve been hanging out in the lounge for a little while, and Izzy went in search of an outfit. About a minute later while she was still rummaging through her closet, Lucy and Aly came in. “Hey, is your headache better,” Lucy questioned. “Yeah, all I needed was some drugs and a nap,” Izzy said. Aly grinned. “Doesn’t drugs and sleep cure everything?” “Haha, Aly. I mean legal drugs,” Izzy said flatly. “Oh, you’re no fun,” she joked back. Izzy held up two shirts. She was already wearing a light denim frayed edge mini skirt with rips but hadn’t decided what shirt to wear. “Which one?” Lucy and Aly studied the outfit seriously. “The white one,” they both agreed. Izzy nodded. “That’s what I was leaning towards.” She stripped out of her NDAA uniform shirt and pulled a white ribbed tank top with vintage style gold stripes on the front over her head. She slid on a pair of white peep-toes with four inch bamboo wedge heels. Her dark brown hair that was straightened and styled into a half updo, the top layer of her hair in a knotted bun at the back of her head and the bottom layer hanging around her shoulders, layered stylish side bangs framing the sides of her face. By that time, Alex and Sophie were back too, and they were all getting ready since they had to sneak out earlier than usual even if they wanted to arrive fashionably late. Izzy applied her make-up; foundation, black eyeshadow, black mascara, a think line of gold liquid eyeliner defining her upper eyelid, a little bit of pink blush, and clear lip gloss. She sat down on her bed and watched her sisters get ready. Alex was wearing a red and black strapless brocade knee-length dress and strappy red peep-toes with cork three inch heels. She had her long hair straightened around her shoulders, black eyeliner, mascara and bright red lipstick that went with her dress. Sophia had put on an ivory dress with a black silk sash that tied into a bow in the front and a scoop neckline covered in pearl buttons. She was also wearing black tights and very strappy three inch black heels. The only thing that held the shoes to her feet were the black silver studded straps that wrapped twice around her foot and once around her ankle. She had cream colored eyeshadow, black masacara, and soft pink lip gloss that added color to her emsemble, her hair in soft curls and pinned back away from her face. Aly was wearing a black and white Skelanimals t-shirt and really hideous jeans covered in rips and paint splatters. They were too short for her too and made her look like an old lady. “Oh no, Aly. Don’t you dare even think about it,” Izzy warned, jumping up and dashing to her closet. She pulled out a white lace ruffle mini-skirt and walked out into the room holding it up with a huge grin on her face. “No. No, no, no, no. There is no way you will get me to wear that! Over my dead body,” Aly said with a huge glare. “That can be arranged if you even dare to walk out that door in those… those… god, I can’t even bear to call them jeans,” Izzy grimaced. “Fine then. I’ll leave through the window or passage in my closet,” Aly smiled stubbornly. “No way! Aly, be reasonable and put this on,” Izzy sighed. “No!” Ten minutes, five , two deals, and twenty-seven angry sighs later, Aly was sitting on her bed with her arms crossed stubbornly in a white lace ruffled mini-skirt. She was also wearing black Converse high-tops with white scribbled writing on the side. She looked preppy punk with a bit of goth when it came to her makeup. She had thick liquid black eyeliner under and above her eyes, extremely dark black eyeshadow, light powder foundation without blush making her look pale, and blood red lipstick. Lucy was the only one in pants. She had on dark faded flare jeans, and a silver babydoll top, the top part all sequins, the rest hung loosely in silver sheath over her stomach. Her shoes were silver strappy three inch heels that just peeked out from under her long jeans. She had silver eyeshadow, silver glittery eyeliner, and rose blush. By the time all the girls were ready it was time to sneak out. It was actually kind of useless to sneak out because the school totally knew but they weren’t going to just open the doors and say have fun. The reason they turned a blind eye was because it was good practice for the students and apparently it was paying off. The Morrigans had agreed that they would sneak out and then meet up with the boys at the party. They had their secrets for sneaking out and the boys had their own secrets and they didn’t really share techniques because most of the times they had to work against each other. The girls set out, using their secret passageways, a few windows, a balcony, and finally a grappling rope until they were all outside and on their way into town. They arrived at the old warehouse on the other side of town when people were still arriving but you could hear the bass music thumping two blocks away. They could tell already it was going to be a wild party. The boys caught up with them, coming from the opposite direction and they entered the run down red building in a large group. Inside, the place was completely transformed into a trendy New York style vintage club. The lights above were blue and purple casting an eerie dark glow among the dancing teenagers below. There were sitting areas sporadically around the building with chic black sofas and bean bag chairs with a red glow shining above them and black cocktail dress clad girls going around with trays of sparkling juice, faux cosmopolitans, non-alcoholic mojitos, and other assorted drinks. The birthday boy, Marvin, was standing by the door, greeting his guests and attempting uselessly to flirt with all the females who showed up. “Heyyyy, Monica. Looking good tonight, mon amour,” he said to a pretty red head who just laughed at him. “Jennifer. You, me, the dance floor? Uh huh, sound good?” The average looking blonde smirked and said “No thanks.” Marvin turned to greet his next group, The Morrigans, and he froze, gaping at them like they were scantily dressed models here to give him a new convertible for his birthday. “H-hi,” he slurred, sounding drunk although he’d probably never had a single sip of alcohol in his life. “Hey Marvin. Looks nice in here. Cool party,” Izzy told him, enjoying his shocked expression that she even knew his name. “I well uh, yeah I uh, thanks,” he blushed. “So any of you ladies care to join me on the dance floor? Or shall I accompany you to the Choco-Puddin’ Margaritas and then we can hit the No Gambling Blackjack tables?” He seems to find his courage to try and be a smooth-operator. And he lost it as soon as he got it when James, Shawn, and Will stepped up to put an arm around Izzy, Sophie, and Aly. “Uhm, have f-fun,” Marvin stammered turning around to dash away. The girls laughed. “Poor guy,” Alex said through giggles. Aly spotted a make-shift "bar" over against the far wall with non-alcoholic drinks. "Oooh, let's get a drink," she said. Izzy followed, and so did Will and James. They each grabbed a weird pinkish drink in a margarita glass and tasted it tenatively. It tasted like pomegranate juice and Red Bull. There were kids everywhere sipping drinks jst like it and dancing. Izzy downed the last of her drink. “Come on, let’s dance,” she grabbed James’ arm and pulled him towards the center if the floor towards the mass of dancing teens. “Uhh…,” stammered slightly. “Don’t tell me you can’t dance, James Dean Cambridge,” she protested. “No, I can dance. I just don’t dance,” he argued. “Well guess what? It's time to get used to it,” Izzy grinned turning around to face him once they were in the middle of the throng of people. She started dancing to the beat of the music. She was really good actually and eventually James loosened up. He was good, too, just as he’d said he was. Aly and Will had joined them and they saw Sophie and Shawn, Alex and a lanky boy with jet black hair, and Lucy and a group of younger looking girls dancing a little ways away. They were all having a great time. After a while once they were hot and sweaty and in need of a cool drink, they found their way to the bar again, this time trying Mandarin Margaritas. It consisted of lemon juice, orange juice, and tonic water and tasted pretty refreshing. They slowly sipped their drinks while they watched people they knew and people they didn’t dance and sing the lyrics to the popular songs the DJ was playing. All was going well until Victoria had to show up and ruin the night. “Oh how did I know,” she said to her two minions. “Of course the losers would hang around the bar like the outcasts they are. But where are the other three orphans?” Intro the three remaining sisters. Oh perfect timing, Izzy thought bitterly. “So you did take my advice on how to find me. I’m flattered. You should take my advice more often. Like when I tell you to get lost,” she said with a don’t-mess-with-me-because-I-am-SO-not-in-the-mood glare. Victoria looked evenly at Izzy. “Maybe you should take my advice when I tell you no one cares what the hell you say, " she shot back. Aly gave Victoria the same glare her twin had, only on a larger scale of hate, because she was naturally good at it. Alex gave Victoria a smile that was dripping with venom. “Why don’t you go hang out with the only person who’s impressed by your little attitude; your Daddy. I’m sure he’ll buy you another face to make you feel better.” “At least I have a Daddy to go home to… and a house for that matter,” Victoria said cruelly, knowing where to hit them hard. Only, whoops! She’d used that line a bit too much and the girls were now immune to it. “Aww, poor Vicky. Her same old one-liner doesn’t work anymore. Well, you’ll just have to hire someone to think up something new. In the time being, you might want to leave,” Sophie said, even she was getting cruel. Go Sophia. “Five against one. The odds aren’t pretty but, *gasp!* I still always win,” Victoria said hanging in there. She should at least get a medal for trying. “You think you always win? First of all, what’s the competition,” Lucy asked, the youngest getting in on it. And of course, with telling-off Victoria being an Olympic sport for the whole family, Aly had to add in her fair share. “And you never win. Anyone with a brain can see that. How did you manage to get into a spy school with PhD level classes?” Victoria glared. She needed time to think of something clever to shoot back. Give her a round of applause for her effort against The Morrigans. “Let’s leave her to pretend she just won something. It will make Little Vicky think we forfeited if we walk away,” Izzy said in a loud whisper, watching Victoria fume with anger as they all walked away laughing. “I swear, sometimes I think we are too cruel,” Sophie said through giggles. “Hey, she starts it, not us. Maybe one of these days she’ll learn her lesson and leave us alone,” Alex pointed out. The boys always stayed out of it but they couldn’t help but enjoy the show. “Just remind me not to make you mad. That girl took a whipping and kept on ticking,” James shook his head. “No it’s ‘took a kicking and kept on ticking’,” Will corrected. “No, I thought it was ‘took a hitting and kept on ticking’,” Shawn said to them. “No, I think it’s ‘took a killing and kept on ticking’,” the boy Alex had been dancing with said. They continued to argue until one of the cocktail dress clad servers turned to them, “You’re all wrong! It’s ‘took a licking and kept on ticking’. Jeez…,” she rolled her eyes. The girls all burst out laughing at them as they made their way to the dance floor. After a bit the boys said they were going to make a request so they all left, leaving the Morrigans to their dancing. Suddenly, there was a loud whisper of “Oh my god! He has a gun!” and everything after that was a rush. Izzy caught sight of someone in the corner in a big black jacket holding a gun up to her and her sisters. In the shadows, she could just see the mustached man smile an evil twisted smile at her as he tensed his finger on the trigger. Without thinking, Izzy used all the force in her body to shove her sisters into the crowd when there was a huge ricocheting sound of a shotgun firing five times in a row. They all fell into a heap on the floor from the shocking sound and the force of Izzy’s shove. Aly broke into a huge scream and Izzy clamored to clamp a hand over her mouth so the man wouldn’t know where they were if he decided to stick around and finish the job. Screams broke out as people rushed towards the exits, confused and scared. They reminded Izzy of lemmings. “What in the HELL just happened?!” Sophie shrieked. “Did someone just try to shoot us?!” Lucy exclaimed, her voice high and squeaky. They were all still sitting in a heap on the floor, but Izzy had removed her hand from over Aly’s mouth. “Oh my god,” was all Alex could manage. Aly tried to stand up. “I’ll kill whoever did that! Where’d he go?” She demanded. Izzy grabbed her arm and yanked her back down. “He has a gun! You are NOT going after him!” She instructed her crazy sister. “Yes I am! He tried to shoot my family so he is going down! Let me at him! I’ll teach him to hold a gun up to my sisters,” Aly struggled against the iron grip on her arm. Izzy was much stronger than she appeared to be, but unfortunately, Aly was stronger, and she knew it. She tried to yank away fast but Izzy jumped over the heap she and her sisters were in and she sat on Aly. “Aghhh! Get off of me!” “No way! Not until Will gets here to haul your butt out,” Izzy declared. Intro Will, James and Shawn. Perfect timing, as usual. “What the hell’s going on? Why are you sitting here,” Shawn demanded. “Aly’s trying to chase down the gun wielding psycho. I had to hold her down,” Izzy informed Will, getting out of the way so he could get Aly up and hold onto her arm with the strength of the Hulk in comparison to Izzy’s weak hold on her. “We have to go, come on,” James said, helping Izzy to her feet and they ran out of the nearly empty building. Still, as James pulled her out of the building by her hand, Izzy couldn’t help but notice the crisp professional shots the bullets left in the red brick wall. As they all ran the entire way back to the mansion just in case the shooter was following them, she couldn’t get rid of the unmistakable feeling that one of those bullets was meant for her. That someone wanted her and her sisters dead and they wouldn’t rest until The Morrigan sisters were no more than cold, unmoving corpses. That they would even take a few innocent bystanders lives if it was necessary, and they wouldn’t feel an ounce of remorse. That she was already on some hit lists and it was only her first year of training. And that she was way too young to have to fear for her life.
So there you go. Hope you liked it!
You know you love me,
Isabella
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