The Second Partizan - 2

The Fall - Part 5

Jamie's no longer hesitant like he was during the fight at Tompkin's manor, he's no longer uncomfortable with the knives. He strikes out at every small opportunity, never skipping a beat.

"Hide!" He yells, dodging a swipe from Ingrid.

"But Jamie-" He shoves the scrawny girl to the floor, sparing a moment to glance up.

"You're not ready." His voice is ice cold, dripping with annoyance.

You can't help feeling hurt, but push your own feelings away; knowing they don't matter in that instance.

You run and duck behind a large electricity source, yanking out your phone.

It's dead.

You repetitively press the on button, pleading for it to work.

"Come on," you mutter, "not now."

It still stays black, causing panic to flow through your veins.

Partizans don't do this. You think. Partizans stay calm, focus on the objective, never fail.

The footsteps get louder and louder, but are so slow it feels as if the source of them are walking at the pace of a snail.

You shove the phone back into your pocket, closing your fingers around the top of the electricity source and dare to peek over, just as the footsteps come to a stop.

The knife clanging has stopped, Jamie is gripping Ingrid's wrists like metal clamps squeezing wood.

There are three people stood opposite them, each wearing unnerving animal masks and long dark capes. A bird, a rabbit and a goat. They look like assassins or criminals from a film, a mouldy scent and an evil presence.

The Leviathan.

You drop down swiftly, eyes widening as you realise, the pink demon and motorcyclists can't have been the leviathan. They did nothing, and they wouldn't have looked so different from the others.

You're itching to go out, confront them, but common sense and instinct freeze you to the spot.

A raspy voice breaks the silence, "Oh, Jamie is it?"

He immediately lashes out at the one closest, stabbing the one with the bird mask right in the stomach.

The bird grunts in pain and the rabbit leaps towards Jamie, but the goat holds him back, lifting a hand to Jamie so he won't attack again.

"Why are you following us?" Jamie keeps complete control over his voice, not a pause or a stutter close to being included.

The raspy Goat man completely blanks the question. "Oh Jamie Jamie Jamie..."

"How do you know who I am?"

"I know a lot about you, that Lottie, Ellie. Even the new one that no one cares about...what was her name...y/n Kennedy? I can't be sure."

"I care about her."

"Ooh well this is interesting! A love story perhaps?"

"She's not y/n Kennedy," Ingrid snarls, "it's y/n Wolfson."

You grimace as you remember, how one mistake could mess up Lottie's position as Portman. It's also weird that no one knows your actual surname.

"Another Princess? Even more intriguing...oh Jamie I almost forgot, please release darling Ingrid here."

"And why would I do that?" Jamie growls.

"I'll release irrelevant y/n's secret if not."

A scuffling of feet follow and fabric swooshing through the air, is Ingrid under a creepy animal guy's cape?