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BWR – THE REBELS!
I furiously jumped onto the wooden crate before leaping of it whilst pushing it back to block the way, as I thrust myself into the nearest alley, flattening myself against the wall, staying on my toes until I heard their nearing footsteps behind me pass into the distance. I stayed there for a few seconds, watching the flower shop, listening to the bustling city, keeping a close eye on everyone that passed by, standing by my motive – trust no one. I fell to my knees, finally giving in to catch a few breaths before wearily eying my surroundings.
There was litter flooding all over the floor and the walls were thick with graffiti. The place smelt like my mum's burnt cottage pie left to rot in the summer for more than a month: basically, it smelt BAD. I turned my focus to the back wall of the alley, though there didn’t seem to be one. In its place was darkness, a never-ending void of darkness, that seemed to claw into my brain, reaching for my worst nightmares. I shook my head. I’m not afraid of the dark, I’ve never been afraid of the dark. But this dark sent shivers down my spine.
With trembling hands, I reached into my pocket, feeling for the comforting handle of my torchlight. *click* the satisfying noise of the light turning on echoed in the deafening silence. Pointing my torch towards the black, I plastered on a worried face. The light seemed to give little, if any impact on the void of darkness at all. It was like a thick, stubborn fog, slowly wrapping itself around me, choking me in its foulness, forcing me into its evil layer.
Just as those thoughts engulfed me, I heard a sound from deep within the alley. Ok, this is too hard to ignore now. I took a deep breath and walked right into the darkness, regretting all my life decisions. The sound sounded again, then, all of a sudden something happened. Something which I cannot describe, but I will do my best. I seemed to have collapsed to the floor as the darkness became darker, my thoughts seemed to disintegrate. That was when all consciousness I had, was gone…
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My eyelids seemed like led, as I reluctantly opened my eyes, finding myself in an unfamiliar place. Without even properly observing my surroundings I locked up all my self-defenses and natural instincts: I already knew I was in THEIR headquarters.
“Ah, Echo, you’re finally awake!” a feminine melodious voice welcomed.
I furiously turned my head, to see a woman who looked around in her 40’s with piercing blue eyes and dazzling blonde knee-length hair. She wore a smart, sharp black and gold jumpsuit with a blazer hanging on her shoulders and thin tall heels. Stood firmly next to her was a dark-haired man with tanned skin who looked around in his late 40’s. He had solemn looking eyes and highlighted, sharp jaws. He gave the impression of a no-nonsense businessman. He wore a black all over tuxedo with formal derby shoes.
“WHO R U, WERE AM I AND Y DO U KNOW MY NAME!!!!!!” I screamed as my tummy rumbled, “also, do u have food?” I added hopefully. They raise their eyebrows. “I'm just hungry, no need to be rude,” I mumbled.
“Who are we, we are the Begonia White Rose foundation (the BWR) some call us the BBR rebels but that isn't formal. We are the counter act organization of the Begonia Black Rose’s. If you’re asking who we are personally, I’m Nat, short for Natalia, he’s Magnus, we’re the senior representatives of the organization. Normally we aren't the one to welcome new recruits, but you, are a special case.” Nat calmly explained.
“As to where you are, you have probably already worked out, you are in the BWR headquarters. Also, we know your name because we’ve been keeping a close eye on you for a while now.” Magnus announced. “Also, yes, we do have food if u REALLY need it.” he sighed.
I smiled, “you really expect me to believe that there is this ‘secret organization’ called the Begonia White Rose foundation and you’re some sort of repellants to the BBR. Nice try but I’m not fooled that easily, if u rlly have been keeping a ‘close eye’ on me, then u’ll know my motive – TRUST NO ONE!!!” I leaped into the air back flipping of the chair I’de been sitting on, neatly landing on the floor behind it. Slowly, I retreated towards the door, just as it shut behind me. DANG IT! I bent down to all fours perking my ears.
“There is nowhere to run,” Nat softly purred.
“There is always somewhere to run,” I firmly replied, “But,” I stood back up onto 2 legs, putting a hand on my hips. “I may be able to believe you’re not cappin’, IF, you can show me good, solid, FLAWLESS proof.”
A smile spread across Nat’s face, but Magnus’s stayed spotlessly emotionless.
“Please-” Nat started “Allow us to give you a tour-” Magnus continued “around the BWR-” “headquarters.” Nat stretched her arms wide out and Magnus simply folded his.
‘Welp, this is gonna be fun,’ I thought to myself as I followed the over- enthusiastic female SR, with the male SR following sternly behind…
I have to admit, they most definitely did show me good, solid, flawless and quite undeniable proof. After the tour, I agreed to join their society; after all, I don’t exactly have a choice – I’m practically homeless, I have no food and I’m being hunted down by the BBR everywhere I go, I mean, resistance is JUST what I need right now. Also, I have to admit, being in this group had some perks: I’ll be safe from the BBR, I’ll have food and shelter, I get cool high-tech gear AND, I’ll have fun, lots of fun. I mean like, there is nothing more fun than kicking BBR but right? Turns out I had to find out the hard way that it wasn’t all fun and games…
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*Paddom*
My heart thunders in my chest.
*Paddom*
I peer around, dizzy, attempting to find an escape route.
*paddom*
The orb slips out of my hands, shimmering shards scatter.
* IT! I cursed, knowing that destroying the thing that they were after would only put me in more danger. Desperately, I continued to run blindly with no destination. I swished my head, left right, my greasy hair (which by now looked like seaweed) getting tangled in the process. In the corner of my eye, I spotted the flower shop. Aha! I was nearing the headquarters entrance, all I had to do now was loose the lumbering BBR goons following closely behind me, and I knew just how to do it.
I leaped onto the brick wall next to me, my grip gloves and shoes immediately clinging onto it, and, like a gecko, I climb the wall with ease, as I leap onto the roof. I lie down onto the floor so that the hems of the roof cover me: no one from below can catch a sight of me here. I lie there for a minute, watching the little dots of confused BBR secretary pass by, thinking I’m somewhere up ahead. I give a light chuckle, thrusting my hands into the air in triumph. I jump of the building, (no, I’m not crazy, I have soft landing in-built into my shoes) landing in the alley. I smile to myself; this is where it all begun. I hear the sound of my watch ticking. Well, no time to lose, I really shouldn’t be standing here thinking about the past, I must be getting ready for the future. I walk into the thick black fog that I was once scared of, walking deep into it until I can finally see light again.
“Yes – yes – sure – no,” A deep voice from beside me answers the phone.
I reluctantly peer at him, he seemed to be wearing a black and white tuxedo, a black rose and purple begonia sewn onto the front pocket of his blazer. He had dark hair, rlly dark hair, so dark that if I did not look at him for long, I would have thought he had black hair. He also had sharp, square jaws, neatly cut eyebrows and solemn eyes. He reminded me of someone. I furiously turn my focus to his wrist, in search of the BBR logo, the tattoo that they encrypt onto all of their members. I gasp, the half black rose, half begonia glaring straight at me. What was a BBR member doing at headquarter entrance, he looked like an important member too. He didn’t seem to mind that I’d found him out, he seemed to just be frowning at me, like his presence wasn’t unusual. I snapped out of the trance and tried to attack him, but my attempt was futile. He was built, like, RLLY built. He simply flung me of him before cutting of the phone.
“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING??!!” he screamed.
“What else? You’re in our headquarters, we don’t allow members of the BBR here.” I replied defiantly.
“For your information, I’m not a part of the BBR, well, I am, but I act as a spy for the BWR.”
“We’ll see about that,” I don’t give in and decide to take my enhanced vision goggles out, to see if he has a BWR tattoo sunk into his skin like the rest of us. And indeed, he did. “looks like you are legit,”
He raises his eyebrow.
“what, were you expecting an apology or sum’?” I chuckle
“you’re Echo aren’t you. My Dad, Magnus has told me about you.”
“You’re Magnus’s sun?! Bruh, I expected you to be taller.”
“I’m 6 feet tall and I’m 6 inches taller than you, how am I not tall?!”
I shrug, “where are you headed?”
“my dad’s office, you?”
“same place.”
“he doesn’t normally accept more than one person in his office at a time.”
I shrug again before turning around to head for Magnus’s office.
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“I see you’ve met my son,” Magnus says, gesturing his hands towards the big screen, which displayed me attempting, and failing, to attack his son.
I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeh, I guess-”
“Father, I wanted to speak to you, in private, what is SHE doing here?” he rudely interrupts.
“I have decided to place a meeting with, you, Viktor, and you, Echo together, because I want to place you on a mission together.” Magnus replies.
I fluster in anger at the rudeness of Viktor, and the audacity of his father: “me and HIM, on a mission together, yeh, sooo not gonna work.”
Magnus simply ignores me (RUDE!!), “Viktor, Echo, the two young masters of stealth, specialized in the department of spy. Yes, I’ve decided you two, will lead a mission, the mission that many associates have attempted, and, failed, but, I have a feeling you two will not, I’m asking you to try and penetrate into the BBR headquarters…”
I furiously jumped onto the wooden crate before leaping of it whilst pushing it back to block the way, as I thrust myself into the nearest alley, flattening myself against the wall, staying on my toes until I heard their nearing footsteps behind me pass into the distance. I stayed there for a few seconds, watching the flower shop, listening to the bustling city, keeping a close eye on everyone that passed by, standing by my motive – trust no one. I fell to my knees, finally giving in to catch a few breaths before wearily eying my surroundings.
There was litter flooding all over the floor and the walls were thick with graffiti. The place smelt like my mum's burnt cottage pie left to rot in the summer for more than a month: basically, it smelt BAD. I turned my focus to the back wall of the alley, though there didn’t seem to be one. In its place was darkness, a never-ending void of darkness, that seemed to claw into my brain, reaching for my worst nightmares. I shook my head. I’m not afraid of the dark, I’ve never been afraid of the dark. But this dark sent shivers down my spine.
With trembling hands, I reached into my pocket, feeling for the comforting handle of my torchlight. *click* the satisfying noise of the light turning on echoed in the deafening silence. Pointing my torch towards the black, I plastered on a worried face. The light seemed to give little, if any impact on the void of darkness at all. It was like a thick, stubborn fog, slowly wrapping itself around me, choking me in its foulness, forcing me into its evil layer.
Just as those thoughts engulfed me, I heard a sound from deep within the alley. Ok, this is too hard to ignore now. I took a deep breath and walked right into the darkness, regretting all my life decisions. The sound sounded again, then, all of a sudden something happened. Something which I cannot describe, but I will do my best. I seemed to have collapsed to the floor as the darkness became darker, my thoughts seemed to disintegrate. That was when all consciousness I had, was gone…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyelids seemed like led, as I reluctantly opened my eyes, finding myself in an unfamiliar place. Without even properly observing my surroundings I locked up all my self-defenses and natural instincts: I already knew I was in THEIR headquarters.
“Ah, Echo, you’re finally awake!” a feminine melodious voice welcomed.
I furiously turned my head, to see a woman who looked around in her 40’s with piercing blue eyes and dazzling blonde knee-length hair. She wore a smart, sharp black and gold jumpsuit with a blazer hanging on her shoulders and thin tall heels. Stood firmly next to her was a dark-haired man with tanned skin who looked around in his late 40’s. He had solemn looking eyes and highlighted, sharp jaws. He gave the impression of a no-nonsense businessman. He wore a black all over tuxedo with formal derby shoes.
“WHO R U, WERE AM I AND Y DO U KNOW MY NAME!!!!!!” I screamed as my tummy rumbled, “also, do u have food?” I added hopefully. They raise their eyebrows. “I'm just hungry, no need to be rude,” I mumbled.
“Who are we, we are the Begonia White Rose foundation (the BWR) some call us the BBR rebels but that isn't formal. We are the counter act organization of the Begonia Black Rose’s. If you’re asking who we are personally, I’m Nat, short for Natalia, he’s Magnus, we’re the senior representatives of the organization. Normally we aren't the one to welcome new recruits, but you, are a special case.” Nat calmly explained.
“As to where you are, you have probably already worked out, you are in the BWR headquarters. Also, we know your name because we’ve been keeping a close eye on you for a while now.” Magnus announced. “Also, yes, we do have food if u REALLY need it.” he sighed.
I smiled, “you really expect me to believe that there is this ‘secret organization’ called the Begonia White Rose foundation and you’re some sort of repellants to the BBR. Nice try but I’m not fooled that easily, if u rlly have been keeping a ‘close eye’ on me, then u’ll know my motive – TRUST NO ONE!!!” I leaped into the air back flipping of the chair I’de been sitting on, neatly landing on the floor behind it. Slowly, I retreated towards the door, just as it shut behind me. DANG IT! I bent down to all fours perking my ears.
“There is nowhere to run,” Nat softly purred.
“There is always somewhere to run,” I firmly replied, “But,” I stood back up onto 2 legs, putting a hand on my hips. “I may be able to believe you’re not cappin’, IF, you can show me good, solid, FLAWLESS proof.”
A smile spread across Nat’s face, but Magnus’s stayed spotlessly emotionless.
“Please-” Nat started “Allow us to give you a tour-” Magnus continued “around the BWR-” “headquarters.” Nat stretched her arms wide out and Magnus simply folded his.
‘Welp, this is gonna be fun,’ I thought to myself as I followed the over- enthusiastic female SR, with the male SR following sternly behind…
I have to admit, they most definitely did show me good, solid, flawless and quite undeniable proof. After the tour, I agreed to join their society; after all, I don’t exactly have a choice – I’m practically homeless, I have no food and I’m being hunted down by the BBR everywhere I go, I mean, resistance is JUST what I need right now. Also, I have to admit, being in this group had some perks: I’ll be safe from the BBR, I’ll have food and shelter, I get cool high-tech gear AND, I’ll have fun, lots of fun. I mean like, there is nothing more fun than kicking BBR but right? Turns out I had to find out the hard way that it wasn’t all fun and games…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
*Paddom*
My heart thunders in my chest.
*Paddom*
I peer around, dizzy, attempting to find an escape route.
*paddom*
The orb slips out of my hands, shimmering shards scatter.
* IT! I cursed, knowing that destroying the thing that they were after would only put me in more danger. Desperately, I continued to run blindly with no destination. I swished my head, left right, my greasy hair (which by now looked like seaweed) getting tangled in the process. In the corner of my eye, I spotted the flower shop. Aha! I was nearing the headquarters entrance, all I had to do now was loose the lumbering BBR goons following closely behind me, and I knew just how to do it.
I leaped onto the brick wall next to me, my grip gloves and shoes immediately clinging onto it, and, like a gecko, I climb the wall with ease, as I leap onto the roof. I lie down onto the floor so that the hems of the roof cover me: no one from below can catch a sight of me here. I lie there for a minute, watching the little dots of confused BBR secretary pass by, thinking I’m somewhere up ahead. I give a light chuckle, thrusting my hands into the air in triumph. I jump of the building, (no, I’m not crazy, I have soft landing in-built into my shoes) landing in the alley. I smile to myself; this is where it all begun. I hear the sound of my watch ticking. Well, no time to lose, I really shouldn’t be standing here thinking about the past, I must be getting ready for the future. I walk into the thick black fog that I was once scared of, walking deep into it until I can finally see light again.
“Yes – yes – sure – no,” A deep voice from beside me answers the phone.
I reluctantly peer at him, he seemed to be wearing a black and white tuxedo, a black rose and purple begonia sewn onto the front pocket of his blazer. He had dark hair, rlly dark hair, so dark that if I did not look at him for long, I would have thought he had black hair. He also had sharp, square jaws, neatly cut eyebrows and solemn eyes. He reminded me of someone. I furiously turn my focus to his wrist, in search of the BBR logo, the tattoo that they encrypt onto all of their members. I gasp, the half black rose, half begonia glaring straight at me. What was a BBR member doing at headquarter entrance, he looked like an important member too. He didn’t seem to mind that I’d found him out, he seemed to just be frowning at me, like his presence wasn’t unusual. I snapped out of the trance and tried to attack him, but my attempt was futile. He was built, like, RLLY built. He simply flung me of him before cutting of the phone.
“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING??!!” he screamed.
“What else? You’re in our headquarters, we don’t allow members of the BBR here.” I replied defiantly.
“For your information, I’m not a part of the BBR, well, I am, but I act as a spy for the BWR.”
“We’ll see about that,” I don’t give in and decide to take my enhanced vision goggles out, to see if he has a BWR tattoo sunk into his skin like the rest of us. And indeed, he did. “looks like you are legit,”
He raises his eyebrow.
“what, were you expecting an apology or sum’?” I chuckle
“you’re Echo aren’t you. My Dad, Magnus has told me about you.”
“You’re Magnus’s sun?! Bruh, I expected you to be taller.”
“I’m 6 feet tall and I’m 6 inches taller than you, how am I not tall?!”
I shrug, “where are you headed?”
“my dad’s office, you?”
“same place.”
“he doesn’t normally accept more than one person in his office at a time.”
I shrug again before turning around to head for Magnus’s office.
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“I see you’ve met my son,” Magnus says, gesturing his hands towards the big screen, which displayed me attempting, and failing, to attack his son.
I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeh, I guess-”
“Father, I wanted to speak to you, in private, what is SHE doing here?” he rudely interrupts.
“I have decided to place a meeting with, you, Viktor, and you, Echo together, because I want to place you on a mission together.” Magnus replies.
I fluster in anger at the rudeness of Viktor, and the audacity of his father: “me and HIM, on a mission together, yeh, sooo not gonna work.”
Magnus simply ignores me (RUDE!!), “Viktor, Echo, the two young masters of stealth, specialized in the department of spy. Yes, I’ve decided you two, will lead a mission, the mission that many associates have attempted, and, failed, but, I have a feeling you two will not, I’m asking you to try and penetrate into the BBR headquarters…”