Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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"GET HIM UP HERE NOW." WINKMAN COMMANDED— Lockwood was now on the stage's floor with a loud groan. "okay...let's see what we got here." Winkman removed Lockwood's hood, revealing the thief who looked for the mirror recently. "you?" Winkman grimaced in rage, his wife's eyes darting towards the crowd in look for Agnes.
"where's the other one? there were two of them!" the wig wearing blonde exclaimed. "find her." her spouse commanded as guards made their way into the crowd. "no one leaves this room." he alerted.
the yellow hot flame appeared, sparks already making their way onto Agnes's ears, the buzzing sound of the flies being replaced by them. the hooded blonde threw the object towards the stage, ultimately causing a commotion as it exploded once. smoke filling the room and Lockwood was quick to grab the mirror and other sources from the wreckage. however, a source had gotten out from it's box. grey smoke and a hissing sound came out of it. Lockwood threw a smirk at Winkman before he made a run for it. grabbing his partner by the hand while they attempted to run out of the building.
the two removed their cloaks, dropping them at the floor. their party outfits revealed once again. "how the fuck are we gonna get out?!" Agnes exclaimed frustratedly, her shoulder hitting the padlocked door hard. "down here." Winkman's wicked laugh followed his voice which followed his footsteps. Agnes whimpered, raising her rapier at his team.
"easy now..." he raised his hands sarcastically. "Anthony..." Agnes's voice stammered for help. "it's alright, give me the rapier." Lockwood instructed carefully, Agnes reluctantly obeyed. grabbing her dagger quickly as she held onto it for dear life. "give me the bone glass, and I'll make this quick." Winkman smirked evilly, his eyes full of fake promises.
Lockwood had his eyes stuck on the agent in which stared him back. Winkman followed the boy's eyes to the agent. "do you know him, do ya?" Winkman tilted his head towards Lockwood. "no, boss." the agent shook his
"you sure about that?" Winkman asked again clearly unconvinced. "yes, boss." the response was shaky and uneasy.
"convince me." Winkman commanded. the agent walked towards them in brute manner. the teenager's breath unsteady, scared of their fate, panicked. the agent stopped, swinging his rapier directly to the middle of the door. the chains broke, meaning another exit of life. or, well, another slight chance of life.
"I knew it, you snake!" Winkman exclaimed. Agnes made a run for it, Lockwood didn't follow her; watching as the murder scene happened right before his eyes; watching from the window in horror. Agnes stopped to look at him— waiting for the boy she was in love with, the boy who was driving her mad currently.
"stay back! I'm a DEPRAC officer. this place is surrounded. lay down your weapons!" the undercover (who's cover was now blown) commanded. "you got family, mate? I'm gonna find 'em. GET HIM." Winkman threatened as his team moved forwards
