WHO-The Tale of Mrs. Anonymous

15-Ties of Past and Future

"Lyric Bouvier, we meet again." She heard the voice she dreaded to hear.

"You were dead!"

"I was? Well, I am alive now!"

"So, why show yourself now, huh? You know that everything is going to be recorded. Your face, voice, everything."

"Her plan, don't blame me. She decides everything."

"So, I suppose her plan will be to have me shot too."

"Revenge is sweet, darlin'."

"Then why do I see your hands trembling?"

"It's usually her job to kill people."

"So, you work for her?"

"With her."

"And I hope you don't expect me to give in easily, do you?" she sid jumping behind a pillar.

"Aw, you never get tired of games, do you?"

"You don't expect me to give in, do you?"

"I can serious walk over there and then shoot you!"

"Clearly you don't seem as smart as her."

"Oh, I know you want me in your hands' range but you don't really think you can defeat me in a combat?"

"We'll see."

"Or maybe you are just trying to stall me and wait for your stupid partner."

"Oh, he isn't stupid." She looked at the shadows approaching, waiting for her to command, "Now!" she shouted and turned but the Anonymous person beat her to it. By the time she turned, he had already shot a guard in leg and she turned in time to see him shoot another guard square in chest. She was so in awe that she had steeped out from behind the pillar and before she could go back to have cover, he turned at the speed of light towards her and she could see the hesitation in his eyes which he closed and shot her, in her lungs, twice, at the gap of five seconds, and she fell to her knees, with both Carol and Enif rushing towards her and the Anonymous person walking out of the room through the window. No one followed him, Carol and Enif were too busy rushig towards her and she vaguely heard the Anonymous person snigger and say, "See, he is stupid. Saving the girl instead of going after Mrs. Anonymous's partner in crime," before letting the darkness take over. She woke up once, only to see herself in an ambulance. The next time she woke up, she was in an empty room. ICU perhaps? She didn't care. She just wanted to know what happened. Her memories were hazed. There was a boy? The same boy-oh no. She had to tell someone about it. But there was no one around. She tried to stand up but realized it was a bad idea as she felt sharp pain in her abdomen. So, she settled for moving a little, to show them that she had regained consciousness. A nurse saw probably saw her; cause she found a doctor enter her ward.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like dead."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I like to move around, not be stuck on a bed rest with tubes in my arms."

"Well unfortunately, you are stuck on a bed rest for like two weeks with tubes and few weeks at home without tubes."

"No!" Lyric moaned.

"And Mrs. Courtenay, being a doctor, I expect you to strictly maintain the bed rest."

"Can't you cut off a week off two, as a favour from one doctor to another?" he chuckled.

"No, I am sorry but you must stay strictly on bed rest."

"'Kay!"

"Now, your husband wants to see you, may I let him in?"

"Only on one condition!"

"And that is?"

"I am sick and so I shouldn't get any lecture on 'how that was dangerous and stupid of me' or about anything else. And no scolding."

"You sound like an eight-year-old. But sure, I'll tell him that."

"Thanks." Cliff walked in and sat on a chair near her bed. He didn't say anything, he just looked at her and she could see tears forming in his eyes. "Cliff, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Of course you didn't mean to Lyric! I mean why would you mean to get yourself shot? Unless you were!"

"What, why would I?"

"No one can be sure with you! You might just do it for the fun of it! Lyric, tell me how many times I told you to withdraw? Can't you for once listen to me rather than doing what you really want to? You sometimes act like you are super powerful or something, but get this straight. You are NOT! Get this thing in your head! You are hurting yourself just because of your stupid pride! I have talked to Enif you are no longer helping and that's my final decision and not even mom can stop me!" he noticed she was whimpering with his sudden outburst and ramble. He left the ward and about fifteen minutes later Enif entered.

"Hey!"

"How are you?"

"We need to talk about something."

"What? Lyric if this is about me getting you back on work, then I am sorry, but I can't do it."

"It's not about that."

"Then? What is it about?"

"The boy who shot me. I know him."

"What? How?"

"In New York, I was assigned the security of a jewel outside New York. I was on 40thfloor. There a figure came. With the same Anonymous written jacket and the same outfit. I was there. He tried to escape but I tried to catch him. Everyone else was down. I managed get a bad cut on his leg. He was bleeding badly and I couldn't stand due to the fight. He tried to escape from the window but due to his bad leg, he fell. On sword-pointed thrones. He still managed to stand up but before he could go farther away, the wolves that were kept for security got him. His body was unidentifiable. There was so much blood. But now I see it, I don't know how he is still alive. We thought that it was some other thief pretending to be Mrs. Anonymous. But now we know it was her partner. And he is alive and he is danger. And that's why Mrs. Anonymous has always been after me. To get revenge. And no matter how much she takes it, she will want more. And I don't think even she knew he was alive. Because maybe she was just taking revenge thinking he was dead. But he is alive. And this just makes everything more complicated."

Enif stared at her for few moments before speaking, "You are on this case. But secretively. No one has to know except very few. Pretend to come to work. I'll talk to Patrick."