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Lyss didn’t even flinch as the deflated pufferfish began spitting his words in her direction. He was obviously pissed off and Lyss didn’t blame him for that. Still, she kept her hands on her hips and let her face show her own irritation about the situation. He hadn’t been invited, he walked up behind a woman in the middle of a forest, and he was mad at them for retaliating? He was out of his mind.

As he stormed off back in the direction he came, Lyss’s eyebrow rose and she looked first at Mariah. She needed to explain this. Then she looked at Claudette in time for the questioning to continue. Lyss crossed her arms as she listened to her co-leader. Her expression was blank now. She more or less had expected the group to react this way, but part of her wished that they would just see it her way. This was the power that they’d need to protect themselves from people like Blake or Annabelle. From the way the capture the flag fight was going it certainly looked that way.

“... that kind of power is a slippery slope…”

Lyss almost flinched. She looked away from Claudette now and was reminded of her father and grandfather. The two reasons she never learned necromancy in the first place. Of course she understood that there were dangers in necromancy. She was almost angered that Claudette reminded her, like she wasn’t aware of it. Then she had to remind herself that Claudette was unaware of her family history. Lyss hadn’t shared her life with this group yet. She didn’t even share it with her last group in the market. She looked back at Claudette just in time to see her move towards Vashti. Lyss wanted Claudette to fully trust her with this new abstraction… so she’d just have to tell her.

Right after she handled this fucked up capture the flag training.

Lyss could see the expression on Vashti’s face and immediately knew that she was about to explode. The Leviathan was coming, and Claudette was standing right next to it.

“Claudette, I-” She began to shout as she took a step towards the two women, but it was too late.

The Leviathan was unleashed. Lyss felt her heart skip a beat as the lizard woman lunged at their leader, but was grateful to see the other girls jump in to protect Claudette too. Well, everyone except for Maya and Emily. Lyss would laugh about their scuffle later. She had to do something, and fast. The Leviathan was an affixed apparition, no?

Lyss curled her left hand into a first and aimed her ring, her channeler, towards the Leviathan while the other hand faced it’s palm towards her. She took a deep breath through her nose and summoned more black lux energy through her body and into her hand. Claudette had eluded the apparition for now, thanks to Grace, but it would only take her seconds to get to the two of them and they’d be toast. She was just about to cast her abstraction when the lightning struck.

The pure energy that pulsed through the air afterwards was enough to disorient her. Lyss felt the hairs on the arms and back of her neck sticking straight up, and she was sure that a few flyaways on her head were too. She released the breath she’d been holding and shook out her arms while she blinked. How the hell did that girl do that?

Lyss only came back to her full senses in time to see Madison grab onto the Leviathan’s tail. “Oh, fuck.” Lyss muttered. She took a few steps closer to the two as she powered her channeler up again. It was time to trap the Leviathan until Vashti returned.

“Stop this, now!” Lyss shouted before the opaque black energy began to flow from her ring. She stood tall and steady, and watched the Leviathan as the energy encased her within it’s barrier. Unfortunately for Madison, she was within it too.

“Maya, Emily! We could really use you right now!” She shouted in their direction before facing the Leviathan again. “This is a familiar situation, isn’t it?” She asked, hoping to draw its attention towards her. “Last time you saved my life and I am grateful for that, but I will not let you harm my sisters. And as long ss you live within Vashti, you are one of us, Leviathan. I don’t wish to harm you either.”





Twelve Hours until S Day

Besides the gut wrenching, nauseous anxiety that plagued Eli in the morning every day since their meeting with Packet, Eli felt a determination growing within her that she hadn’t felt in a while. She hadn’t felt like doing anything since the gunmen broadcasted her people’s murder on live television. This plan was completely insane. She assumed that Keaton’s ability would tell her that they only had a 5 or 10% chance of making it back to the Ring. There was a whole world just miles away through empty space that they knew much to nothing of. The public was told that it was only for the R&D department, it housed the ones that manifested abilities too early, and the security department. It was true, in all honesty, but Eli’s gut was telling her that there was much more to it than that. Something evil walked through those walls. Either by Mr. Wrath’s doing or the governments that funded The Promise. They would have tested the taser gun before sending it into the residential areas, so how did they test it? What parahuman would willingly go through that torture? She had a feeling that there weren’t any volunteers.

Eli remembered the way Arianna’s body collapsed into nothing but a puddle on the forest floor. She was made of a million cells, and all of their connections were disrupted by one round. She’d had a dream that one of the tasers was turned on her. She imagined that her brain would turn to pudding for minutes, but it would feel like years. That her body would collapse and twitch like a normal taser would do, but her mind, the epicenter of her ability, would be driven insane by the feeling. She’d woken from her dream as a sweaty mess. Her palms shaking and her mind going at a million miles per second.

Would she experience the real thing on this mission? If something went wrong, if they made one miscalculation, would her friends experience it too? She couldn’t bear the thought, but she had to consider the possibility.

As she walked towards the mail center she was processing these scenarios in her head. What would she do after the effects wore off? Would she be able to create illusions immediately after? If she couldn’t, should she have a weapon or a defensive technique ready to use to protect herself and the others? She knew basic self-defense thanks to the classes, but she didn’t have Nat’s strength or Archie’s muscles. She could easily be overpowered by the security guards. She ran her thumb over the edges of the two envelopes in her hands. She had to be careful not to hold them too tightly, lest she’d crumple the letters within.

She almost walked right by the mail center. Her steps took her right past the doors until she realized and turned back. Inside it was quiet. A few workers at their stations and one student in the corner filling out their own letter home.

Home.

Would she ever make it there again?

She approached the drop box within one of the walls. She’d been in this spot plenty of times before to send birthday cards or letters home. It looked so similar to the ones back on Earth that for a moment she was back in Arizona. Her mother was standing next to her, and she remembered watching her slide the postcard into the slot. All she wanted that day was a sticker from the mailman at his desk or a lollipop. She’d leave the post office with a giant smile on her face. A reward for running errands with her mom. She smiled wistfully as she opened the drop box and placed the letters in the tray.

This was it. Everything she wanted to say to her parents before taking an adventure into the unknown. If she survived it would merely be a way of expressing how she felt. If she never sent another letter again, they would know that she meant to leave these last words with them.

She hadn’t written much in her letter to her mom. They’d grown so close over such a long distance since the Welcoming Day incident. She shared almost everything with her mom now. To her father, on the other hand, at first she wrote a letter that expressed the pain he’d caused her. How could he start a new life after what their family went through? Was he much happier with his normal family? She hadn’t called him in days. In fact, she hadn’t gotten any more than a text from him after the shootings. When she finished her letter, words filling the front and back of the page, she read it over again. It was everything she’d wanted to tell him since he sent her to The Promise earlier than she expected.

She burnt the letter instead. Somehow after writing it all down, she felt better not telling him. Instead she’d wished him the best and hoped that his family were doing well. She told him that she still loved him despite their rocky relationship. She told him that she was glad that she took his hand that day and didn’t leave with her mother. That even if he felt guilt, he made the right choice.

For a moment, her fingers couldn’t let go of the envelopes. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she didn’t let them fall. Instead she shut the box, took a deep breath, and let it go as she listened to the letters fall into the pile of mail inside. She was out of the doors a few seconds later and, surprisingly, her chest felt ten times lighter.

She still couldn’t bring herself to see the others. She needed this day to collect herself, even though she could use a dinner at El Vaquero with Lynn again or a movie night with Keaton. They’d have another day to do that, right?

So, as her mind continued to think of what she’d need to wear or bring along, she made her way to her favorite spots on The Promise. First she stopped at a bookstore. She ran her fingers over the edges of the books along the walls and even bought a novel that she’d been wanting to read, but never bought before. Then she made her way to her favorite restaurant. Her mind was blank as she devoured as much food as her stomach could take. She ate a whole plate of the best dessert on The Promise: chocolate drizzled beignets. The bill cost three times more than she usually spent, but she knew that this was worth the money. So what if she came back from the Spire with a penny to her name? She could work another shift and have enough in a week for more. She could just read her new book and stay at home until she had money to go out again. She even tipped 30% on the bill.

As she left the restaurant, her stomach full and warm from her dinner, she popped an earbud into one ear and listened to her recent playlist. Her feet took her throughout the streets, looping around the Promise on her usual route. She passed the snow blanketed forest where she’d spent many nights drinking with her friends. Where Radvi took a tumble chasing Arianna.

Where was she now?

Eli contemplated a potential encounter with her until she reached a bridge. Her feet slowed to a stop. She found herself looking at the spot where she’d mourned her friend many weeks ago. She remembered how quickly the shrines had been removed, and that the Promise hadn’t even told the world what happened during the Breakout. Her anger kept her warm while the snowflakes dropped onto her face and hair. She tilted her head back and let them land on her for a moment. She’d never seen snow until she came to The Promise. Did it feel the same way back on Earth? She imagined it was dirtier for some reason. Tainted by the pollution and turned brown by the mud of the Earth and the cars that pushed through it on the roads. She didn’t mind the snow at all here, but she couldn’t see herself liking it down there.

A moment later she stuffed her hands into her coat and pushed onwards. She walked for a while until she knew it was time to go home. As she walked up the steps to her room, she remembered the day of the breakout. When she returned home later that day, the front door to her building had been smashed through. The convict that chased her left blood stained footprints up the stairs and into a nearby apartment. She’d been smart not to go back to her room. She never knew what happened to her neighbor.

All of these tragedies. All of the blood and pain she’d witnessed or experienced in the past six months built up to this moment. Eli changed out of her snow soaked clothes and into the comfiest pjs she owned and laid in bed. In less than seven hours Eli would have answers, and perhaps even her revenge. She stared at the ceiling and thought of all of the footage of The Promise’s mistakes that awaited her on the Spire. She wasn’t quite sure what the others were looking for, but she was looking for justice. She was looking for the cruelty that her kind had been through on this ship.

“Cara, would you help me upload some files tomorrow?” She said into the darkness.

“Yes, Eli. I can do my best to make sure they go where they need to be.”

“Thank you.”

Eli thought over their plans until she fell into a deep sleep.




4:30 am

“Eli.” Cara’s voice was soft. “Your meeting is in thirty minutes.”

Eli shifted under the covers and yawned. “Thanks, Cara…” She murmured groggily. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, then sat blinking the sleep away as her brain pieced together why she was awake this early in the first place. Once her mind had woken up, she was once again filled with the anger and determination that had brought her to this moment. She crawled out of bed and splashed some water on her face, then pulled her hair back into a bun. She didn’t want her hair to get into her face today.

She dressed in a pair of black joggers that would keep her warm in the snow and cool indoors. Then a simple black t-shirt, black running sneakers, and threw on an old coat that she could leave behind in the sewers. If she returned to it, she could blend in easily with the students in the streets.

For a moment she stared at herself in the mirror. She was a completely different person than she was so many months ago. The Promise was a different place too. What once was a false sense of safety was now replaced with raw reality. She could never really return to Earth. Not after her abilities and anger was shared with the world. The Promise was her only option if she wanted to leave a halfway decent life, but she still didn’t feel like she could stay either. Not while their secrets were locked away. Not while her people were put to tests and experimentation behind closed, steel doors. If she was put behind bars because of her actions today, she was okay with it.

This was for her people, her friends, fo herself, and for all of the future generations of parahumans that were to come.

This would be an important day.




Eli spotted her group of misfits up ahead of her and gave them all a grim nod as she approached. She looked around at their faces. All of them looked ready, but they also carried the heavy shoulders and weary eyes that Eli so carefully hid behind her determination. Archie and Amelia were still to arrive. Eli knew Archie would come, but she wouldn’t hold it against Amelia if she didn’t show. They all had things to live for. Eli never really knew what Amelia lived for, but she knew that it was still important.

“We’ll wait a little longer for the others, and then we can go down below.” She said with a small smile towards them.

With extreme caution and concern, Eli slowly murmured towards Lynn. “Lynn, we should go ahead and put the collar on. Just so we can get off of the streets faster.” She offered Lynn her best apologetic smile and glanced at Packet.





Lyss’s concern for her sister’s safety shadowed Claudette’s reaction to her new skill. As soon as she knew Claudette was okay, she turned her focus onto the writhing, human pufferfish. She didn’t know what the hell he was, honestly. As his spikes released blood like he was a squid, Lyss watched with a disgusted grimace. By the time Claudette hit him with the second tase Lyss felt bad for the guy.

At this point, he very obviously wasn’t a threat. So why was he here in the first place? Had someone invited him? Was he a potential new member that she wasn’t told about. Oh, fuck. Lyss was starting to understand what was really happening. She glanced behind her at the chaos of the group’s training and was grateful. At least they were too busy beating each other up to notice her mistake.

To make matters worse, Lyss turned her eyes onto Claudette just in time to see the concern on her face. If she wasn’t embarrassed enough to attack an innocent with necromancy, she was instantly filled with shame when she remembered how the general public reacted to the Black Lux’s true power.

“Lyss, what did you do?”

Lyss sighed, and turned to lift her hand and aim her palm at the undead. “Rest now.” She murmured. At the sound of her voice, the undead man released Tory and straightened. Well, straightened as best as he could. He turned to walk towards the hole that it came from, but with every step his body crumpled into itself. By the time he’d reached the hole his body collapsed, turning to ash upon impact with the ground.

Now that the elephant in the forest was gone, Lyss turned back to Claudette and the defeated man on the ground. “I, well… I picked up a new trick. I can explain later, but…” She turned back to Tory and put her hands on her hips. “Are you a friend of someone here? You really shouldn’t walk up behind a woman like that.”





In every Burns family there was a sacred book of sigils and spells passed down through the generations. Lyss first laid eyes on her own family’s text when she was a child. Her grandfather brought it out to share with her father. If she remembered correctly, it had been the first day of their obsession with necromancy. They’d pulled it out to compare sigils. To discover which sigil could be altered to produce more power and easier black lux energy flow. Over the next few years she snuck peeks at the spells and scribbles of her family. She vaguely remembered the sigil for beginner necromancers, and it was only because her father had pointed it out to her many times. This will be your legacy, Alyssa. I will teach you the way of the Burns name when you are older. That day never came, and Lyss had sworn off necromancy after her father’s death. Until today…

Lyss was knelt in front of her closet door, back at her apartment that she barely stepped foot into now. Before her was an open safe. Inside were various items. A photo of her family when she was young, a case that held a glock inside, a bag with a certain amount of cash held within in case she needed to dash, and one item that was now open in her hands. The Burns family book. It was open to the page with the very sigil her father intended to teach her. It was child’s play, really, but Lyss was too anxious to try any level of sigil above it.

Lyss took a deep breath as she read over the spell. Her eyes etched each line of the sigil until she knew it by memory. She would bring the book with her, of course, but she wanted to prove something to her deceased father today. If she was going to learn necromancy she’d do it the Michaelis Burns way. With sheer determination and willpower. Her wariness would make it difficult, but she hoped that it would soon dissolve like sugar in warm water.

So with a nod and a sigh, Lyss stuffed the book into her bag and closed the door to the safe. She stood and gave her apartment a glance. Nothing was out of place. No sign of any other presence inside but her own. She was happy to be staying in the beach house. It felt like a safe zone, where her name could not be traced to or logged within paperwork. She only held onto the apartment because she wanted it to draw any unwanted attention first. If her old partners came looking for her, her apartment would be the first place they went to. The only place they’d stakeout as they waited for a sighting of her. She wanted to keep them as far away from the Coven as possible.

Plus, her apartment was also an easy place to meet Max…

Shaking her head of the thought, Lyss grabbed the keys to her speedster and locked the door behind her.




Later that day…

Lyss rolled up to the meeting spot in the woods late. She hadn’t meant to miss the beginning of the training, but she had been doing some training of her own. Surely Claudette would excuse her once she knew the reason why. So, Lyss took her time walking from the place she’d parked towards the sound of mayhem. To be perfectly honest she wasn’t looking forward to seeing this messy group attempt to work together. While she thought many of them could work great together in pairs, putting all of them into one group would be difficult. She also wasn’t quite sure where she fit into the mess. Her only abstraction was meant to affect apparitions only, and her first-day attempt at necromancy wasn’t enough compared to the other’s abstractions. Maybe she’d shown up late just to get a little more practice in. She didn’t want her first public necromancy summoning to be a flop.

Her nerves were quelled the moment she heard screams in the clearing before her. Lyss stepped out of the forest in time to see Madison tossing the new girl, Kara, and Maya right at the flag. She also had to suppress a laugh as she watched Emily fling herself directly into the dirt with her new abstraction.

Her own amusement was short lived the moment she heard a man’s voice to her right. ”NO, MY BALLS!” Lyss’s head whipped towards the chaos. At first she saw Claudette had tased the assumes assaulter, but as she saw the spikes? jutting out of his body she knew she had to spring into action. Almost on instinct now, Lyss knelt to the ground and slammed her palms onto the dirt. Black lines of light began to curl out from beneath her hands and form a sigil two feet in diameter. Her hazel eyes dulled to a shade of grey as she channeled the black lux energy through her body and into the ground. She began to whisper the incantation she’d memorized so well this morning.

At first, it seemed like nothing was going to happen. Then the ground before her began to shift and crack. Out from the dirt rose a hand, and then the hand crawled at the ground until an undead man emerged. Lyss didn’t give it a moment to process the fresh air and green trees. The second it was on its feet, she pointed her finger towards the human pincushion and spoke. “Seize him”

The undead immediately moved in Claudette’s direction. It moved almost like a living human would, except with a slumped posture and slow, sluggish drag of its feet. It wasn’t as terrifying as Lyss would have liked it to be, but she blamed it on her ineptitude with the cast. If she continued to practice. If she continued the path of her father and grandfather, she could summon a horde of quick undead soldiers by simply placing her finger on the earth.

As the undead approached the man on the ground Lyss headed in Claudette’s direction. She kept her eyes on the man as her soldier reached his arms out towards him. If he used the spikes against him, the zombie wouldn’t feel a thing. If anything, it would give Lyss time to make sure Claudette was safe and rally the rest of the Coven to subdue the stranger.

“Claudette, are you okay?” She asked as she approached her. “Hit ‘em with the taser again. My guy can take it.”





“...why the fuck do you seem all buddy-buddy with the very people that attacked us?"

Lyss felt her body tense as she heard the words. She looked at Madison, but all she could do was press her lips together as she watched her sister leave the room. There was a tight feeling in her stomach and it wasn’t the hangover. She could admit that she hadn’t outright told them why, but she was sure that the girls would give her shit if they knew. She and Maximillian, Agent Cornell of the DENs, had grown close. Too close. What would they say? Would they suspect her of betraying them? She would never, even if it killed her. Yet she still had been in bed with one of them. She’d lose whatever ounce of trust she still had with them.

Lyss slowly returned to her seat and was glad to see that the new girl, the one with the beanie, had gone to talk to the other newbies. This wasn’t a good look for her, but at this point she was glad that they’d also see how unfit she was to lead. When it came to standing up for others and handling life or death situations, Lyss took up the mantle of leader because she naturally acted that way. On the other hand, she couldn’t handle other people's emotions in the aftermath. She’d always been an independent worker and now that she was in a group she realized why she liked the Black Market so much. She’d worked in a group then, of course, but at the end of the day they were only there for the money and not for the companionship. She’d only ever let one into her life and that burnt her too. Would this be the same? Would she end up running from Tampa, from the Coven, too?

She didn’t want to. She’d been on the run since she was eighteen and she was already tired of it. So what could she do to show the Coven, her sisters, that she wouldn’t betray their trust too?

“I will keep my ear to the ground.” Lyss glanced up at Emily and nodded. At least when she looked at Claudette she only saw minor apprehension. With the others, even with Maya, it looked like they’d already begun to distrust her. Lyss nodded again in response to Claudette. The worst part of it all was that she hadn’t kept it a secret on purpose. If she had, it was only to protect them. The guilt she felt when she thought of Izzy, and the fact that the killer she’d kept secret for this long was the one to murder her, was the only reason she didn’t defend herself. Izzy might have stood a chance if she’d only known. Lyss didn’t know much about her, but it could have given Izzy a fighting chance.

She made no effort to agree or disagree with Claudette once she’d finished. It was a good idea to have all of the girls train with their abstractions. Next time a Blake-Schmidt-type sent an apparition their way, or another Babylon, or even if Annabelle did bust down their door, they would be ready to handle it. If they could actually work together, like she had asked of them so long ago, they could walk out of any fight with only scrapes and bruises. They didn’t have Izzy there to patch them up after now.

As her heart once more felt like it was being pricked with a needle, the voice of the newcomer got her attention. It was the girl from Blake’s party boat. The one that had been on the balcony, the stage, and then out of nowhere was there to kick the shit out of Blake in his private room. It made Lyss smirk as she thought of it. Blake’s tiny little manhood dangling before her. Horrifying at first and then almost-piss-your-pants hilarious once she’d taken in the sight of it. She remembered laughing her ass off in one of the nearby chairs while the girls beat him into a slimy pulp. Even before the new girl- Mariah, as she introduced herself- spoke, Lyss knew she liked her after that day. It was nice to see that she’d accepted their invitation to join.

At this point it seemed like everyone was on board with training. She wasn’t too keen to bother Blake Schmidt again for a whole warehouse to practice in, but today she thought it best to sit back and let Claudette and the girls decide. Every time she’d trained as a child, with her cousins, or with her partners from the Black Market, it was in an extra-normal safe community. Now that they were out in the middle of normie land, it would be much harder to do so without getting another video of their abilities put online. This time if she was caught using her abilities in the middle of Tampa, her old “buddies” would definitely know where she was hiding. She couldn’t afford a leak of her abstraction, but she needed to up her game too.

She kept thinking back to her tussle with the Outsider. The apparition’s words had stuck in her mind like glue.
"̵̭͐I̷͉̍ ̵͇̀s̵̞̋ȁ̵̹w̶͚͂ ̵̛̰y̴̘̿o̷͚͋ú̶͓r̷̖̍ ̴̬́a̷̛̺ṋ̷̕c̵̜̈ë̸̘́s̸̫̚t̴̖̃ô̸̝r̶͙̈ ̶̭́s̷̗͐u̴̗͠m̸̼͝m̷̯͗ô̴̧n̵̟̔ ̷̟͊a̴̛̟ ̷̮̐m̴̟͂o̴̮̿ü̷̺ǹ̸͜t̵̳̽a̶̢͒ǐ̵͜n̴̡͝ ̴͈̃ǒ̶̦f̷̭́ ̸͓̃f̶̡͝l̶͍͋ĕ̷͖ș̸̆ȟ̶͔ ̵̮́ã̷̜n̴̙̑d̴̛̳ ̵̝̂b̶̬͒o̶̲̐n̵͎̂ē̴̢ ̴̢̅t̸̳́o̷̬̔ ̸̡͌b̷̪͊a̶̜͆t̸̼́t̴̰̅ḽ̵̽ẽ̴͕ ̶̞̒ḿ̶̻e̶̻͗.̶̧͑.̴͋ͅ.̸̡͠"̷͍̈
Her grandfather and her father alike shared the same power of the Burns ancestry. Her father once told her that she possessed the same power. She’d played with the notion of following in her father’s footsteps before his death, but after he followed her fallen grandfather into the grave too, she’d sworn it off. Was it time to make her father proud? To continue the Burns legacy of necromancy?

All she’d need to do is find a sigil and practice...
#babygateAnnabelle2020
Looks like the plan is to trap Annabelle in a basement until she starves to death.





This… this was why Lyss never wanted to be the “leader.” In her hungover and grieving state, she obviously hadn’t thought over her words. Now, hearing the others react to her this way, she realized that she’d done them wrong. She felt like something was off about herself. She wasn’t feeling the same after the recent failures and tragedies. Sure, she barely knew Ellie and Izzy, but they had become a large part of her new life in Tampa. Maybe it was because she wasn’t supposed to have been in this city for so long. I should have moved on the second the DENs were involved.

The girls had a point. Her inside information from the DENs did look suspicious. She was getting too entangled with them, but was that really such a bad thing? Would they have known of Izzy’s death if not for Liao? Would they know that Annabelle Heart was growing more of a danger to their home with every passing day? No. They would have found out the hard way. When Annabelle would crash through their new front door and kill them all.

Lyss raised her eyes to look at Emily and the girls and felt her cheeks flush. They all looked just as in pain as she’d felt last night. At first she’d wondered why she even felt that way. Yet after talking with Max, and drinking half a bottle of whiskey before bed, she realized that she hadn’t cared for another person in so long that she forgot what it felt like to lose them.

Still, Emily and Vashti had a point. Liao told her that the pictures were too grotesque to see, but Lyss had seen mangled bodies before. She hadn’t asked for the pictures because of the shock of it all. What if she had? Would Liao have shared them with her? Would they have looked like a killing done by a monster or by an extra-normal government agent? Lyss pressed her lips together. She was going to find out one way or another. It was time they tested the DENs. She had to admit that if Liao or even Max was playing with her, she’d fallen for it easily.

But just before she could explain why it happened this way, who Annabelle Heart was, or how she even knew this information about Annabelle, Claudette rolled in with two newbies. Lyss cleared her throat and took this moment of awkward pause to drink the melted ice water that was in her glass. This was the first time she felt so out of place in this group. Even if Maya and Vashti were defending her honor despite their anger towards her. She never felt this way before because she didn’t care what any of them said or did, but now it was different. She’d done them wrong and let her emotions get the better of her. It couldn’t happen again. Especially now that Annabelle was a bigger threat to the Coven than before.

Lyss felt a moment of relief as she listened to Claudette. Her eyes silently thanked the other leader. She agreed that it was time to tell the Coven about the DENs number one target. In fact, she’d planned to do it yesterday until the booze and Max distracted her. Her moment of weakness yesterday, and a few times before that, was what put her in this situation. Then again, if she hadn’t given the DENs an ounce of trust she would have never learned about Annabelle until yesterday. At least she had the information from her first meeting with Max to tell the girls now.

Lyss frowned again as Emily spoke. Annabelle, Babylon, the DENs, what else would come for them next? Her old partners from the market? A giant Michelin man? The old Lyss would have packed her bags and left by now. For some reason, she didn’t have the heart to leave this time. This has just made my headache worse. She thought bitterly before getting to her feet. It was time she got over her own emotions. She always had a clear head when she was apathetic. What she needed to do now was figure out a middle ground. It would start with explaining the situation to the girls.

“Emily… I know that it’s important to find Babylon. In fact, I think she’s the one we should focus on for the time being. She needs to be brought to justice and sealed away from the world forever. Ellie… Ellie’s body needs to be put to rest. The proper way, with a burial.”

Her heart hurt again as she thought of Izzy, but she ignored it.

“I don’t know why this Annabelle attacked Izzy. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe it was something to do with the DENs. I admit I’ve become too entangled with them, but I’ve also learned more about them in my meetings with Maximil-Agent Cornell- than I could have if I didn’t give them the time to speak.”

“The thing that killed Izzy is named Annabelle Heart. From what I’ve heard, she was a normal girl with no magic until she ran into a man named Saul up north. I’ve looked Saul up, and it seems like he runs some sort of cult following that’s made its way from South Carolina to Tampa. Wherever Saul goes, Annabelle follows him and leaves a trail of blood behind her. It seems like she’s looking for him, and I think it's because she wants revenge. I think Saul has something to do with how she’s become such a monster.”


She sighed softly now and pushed her hair back from her face. “I didn’t tell you about Annabelle because I didn’t want any of us to be put in danger. I used to think that it was the DENs problem, and that we had enough problems of our own. Then Blake fucking Schmidt killed the girls from the strip club, the Outsider attacked… Babylon killed Ellie… and now Izzy is gone.” She looked each girl in the eyes.

“I’m sorry that I waited to tell you. I let myself get distracted, and my emotions got the better of me. I guess… I didn’t have the stomach to tell you so soon after Ellie.” The guilt was eating at her empty stomach, but she wasn’t going to let it shut her down again. She needed to use it to make her stronger.

“What I can do now is promise you that I will do my best to make sure that no more of us are taken by Babylon, Annabelle, or even the DENs. Next time I see Liao or Maximillian I will confront them. I’m going to demand that Izzy gets put to rest properly, and then we are going to hunt Babylon down so that we can do the same for Ellie.”

She looked at Emily now. “Keep looking for leads. Keep us informed. I’m sure you can lead us to Babylon, and we can help you take her down. You’re capable of leading us, Emily, but I think this has to be a group effort from now on, like I’ve said before.”

“I haven’t listened to my own advice lately, but I promise you all that I’m going to from now on.”





Lyss barely looked Quinn and Grace’s way as they came in through the door. Quinn made herself scarce, which Lyss was grateful for. There were already too many voices in the room. Grace was as sweet and normal as ever, but her girly voice was making the headache worse. Lyss found herself squinting her eyes to focus on Isla as she tried to ignore Grace.

The beanie girl repeated what Lyss already acknowledged, but Lyss was more irritated by another thing the girl did. Why the fuck is she holding a plant? She thought, her eyes on the plant as the girl started speaking. At least she was sitting down, now. Hopefully the others would just hang back and give her a chance to speak.

Lyss finished the ice she’d been chewing on and moved to set her glass down when the girl hesitated. Lyss’s eyes moved to Isla’s face. She could see the hesitation clearly. She’s lying. Lyss frowned lightly. She could call her out on it, but Lyss also never told the Coven why she’d joined them. So Lyss stayed silent, nodding along as the girl described her powers. Isla may have her own demons, too, but she’d keep an eye on her in case there were other intentions.

When she’d finally finished, Lyss nodded her head before taking a deep breath. She sat up a little straighter and leaned forwards to rest her elbows on her knees. “I understand if you want to seek shelter here. You don’t have to tell us the real reason why you’re here, but I hope you come to trust us with that reason one day.”

“I also hope you understand that we are not exactly a safe haven anymore. We’ve run into trouble many times now. We’ll run into trouble again. We’ve fought off strong apparitions and pissed off a multi-millionaire. There’s a government agency watching our very move, and two of our girls have crossed over with the Hound.”


She paused for a moment. She hadn’t told the other girls about Izzy, yet. Her eyes turned towards the rest of the girls and Herik. She clasped her hands together. “The DENs have been looking for a woman named Annabelle. She is responsible for the recent mass murders in Tampa.”



“I regret to inform you all that a few days ago, she was the one responsible for Izzy’s death. I only discovered this yesterday when Agent Liao approached me.”


Lyss averted her eyes now, so that the Coven wouldn’t see the anger and guilt in her eyes. I should have asked Meifeng to give her a proper burial. We should have given her a funeral. She’s probably in some morgue somewhere counting as evidence for the DENs. She wrung her fingers together and suddenly wished for more booze, and maybe a text from Max.

She then looked up at Isla again. "Are you willing to protect the members of this Coven, at the cost of your life, in return for your protection?"





"... WHO THE FUCK DRUNK ALL THE FUCKIN' LIQUOR?!”

Lyss shifted in the California king sized bed and grunted. Her hand reached through the charcoal purple, silk sheets to find her phone somewhere inside. When she pulled the burner towards her, she noticed two things about it. The first was the time. She’d slept in rather late today. The empty bottle of whiskey on her nightstand was to blame for that. It was definitely to blame for the headache that made her squint in the bright bedroom. The second thing she noticed was that she hadn’t received any texts. Not only from anyone, but from a certain someone that usually would have said something by now.

Well, maybe it was for the better that she didn’t.

By the time she’d stumbled out of bed, pulled on her pants, and threw on a flannel over her tank top, she’d made it down to the bottom floor to see a random girl in an orange beanie showing off her abilities. Lyss frowned and rubbed her head. She could have joined the three girls in the living room. She could have given a “friendly leader” greeting or continued the interrogation. Yeah, she could have done anything... but she wasn’t in the mood. She turned away from the scene instead and headed towards the kitchen.

First, she needed water. At least a whole glass or two. While she stood in front of the fridge and pushed buttons so that water and ice filled her cup, she could hear Madison and Emily in the living room. ”Aw hell naw!” Lyss furrowed her brows, and as she watched her glass fill with water she thought over every step of her life that led to this exact situation until it almost spilled over. She gulped down half of the glass’s content before filling it up again. Vashti, her voice coming from the living room, sounded confused and irritated at the same time. Lyss sighed. Guess it’s time for me to get out there.

Yet as she saw what was going on in the living room, she decided to sit back and watch. She leant against the wall of the hallway that led from the kitchen into it. If the hangover didn’t give her enough of a headache, the new scene before her did. As if in some comical cartoon, Madison continued to throw the new girl out of the house. Only for the new girl to show up right behind her again. Lyss sipped her water as she thought about this new girl. She felt no apparition from within her. So that meant she was either an awakened or an adept. Probably with a purple lux, if she was the latter. From what she knew, most teleporters came from purple lux heritage.

The girl wasn’t an outright threat. If anything, it was funny to see Madison and Emily trying to deal with her themselves. Lyss was just about to laugh and give her position away when the two girls called their giant, scaly guard dog into the house. Oh, fuck. Lyss, concerned about her dehydrated body, took to chugging the water in her glass as she prepared her mind to intervene. She was ready to bust into the room and stop the wild alligator and give the newbie a proper greeting.

Thankfully, by the time she’d finished the glass, Herik came in to save the day. Lyss was still mildly impressed by his abstraction. She tilted the glass back and let an ice cube fall into her mouth. The first noise that the group of extra normals would hear from her direction was the crunching of the ice cube between her teeth. She slowly made her way into the living room now and kept her gaze on Isla as she did.

“She’s going to have to explain herself before she’s allowed to stay.” She murmured. Without waiting for the others to chill out and sit down like normal humans, Lyss sat in the corner of the massive, and far too comfortable, couch. She still had bits of the ice cube in her mouth as she looked at Isla again. “Forgive me if I wasn’t here to hear you say this earlier, but why do you want to join the Coven?”
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