The Saviour (Daniel Atlas)

Chapter 9

"Everyone has their tracking bracelets on right?" Danny questioned frantically as we approached the stage.

"There he goes again." I mumble to Merritt causing Daniel to glare. Oops to loud? "Daniel Atlas, you are not our mother." I said straight up tired of his controlling nature.

"Huh I didn't realize. But sorry if I want to know where my team is at all times." He replied.

"Yes well, if you're tracking us, then the FBI could find a way to track us with these stupid things, too." I argued. "You're probably putting us in more danger."

"Whatever." He muttered under his breath as we stopped at the curtain.

"You're on in.. Three... Two... Go." The stage hand said opening the curtain. I walked onto the stage with Henley in front of me and Jack in back. I held his hand and have it a reassuring squeeze. Here we go.

"Merritt McKinney. Henley Reeves. Phoebe Noelle. Jack Wilder. And Daniel Atlas. The Five Horsemen!" The mysterious, hidden announcer voice told the audience, causing them to cheer and Danny to quiet them down.

"Before we begin, we'd like to thank two people in particular. A man and a woman, to whom we'd like to dedicate tonight's performance." Danny explained to the audience.

"FBI agent Dylan Rhodes and the lovely if what inexperienced Interpol agent Alma Dray, everyone!" Henley said making the audience cheer loudly again, but this time it wasn't happy cheers.

"Agent Rhodes has personally vowed to quote, 'Nail us'."

"And we encourage him to do so, if he has the brains and the fur." Merritt said smugly.

"So agent Rhodes and Ms. Dray, I hope you know what your getting yourselves into, because there's no going back." I said looking at the section I knew they were in. I crossed the stage to where Daniel and Jack stood, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Bring it on." I laughed in Jack's ear for only him to hear.

"So what is magic? Our argument, nothing but a targeted deception. So I want you to look, look as closely as possible because the tricks you're about to see may not seem connected, but I assure you, they are. Is what follows 100 different tricks? Or is it one giant illusion?" The lights went out making the crowd gasp, and gave the rest of us time to go backstage. The lights turned back on and the audience clapped. I watched the others' tricks from behind the curtain until it was my turn to go. The mirrored box: Danny and Henley, the football players: Merritt, Pencils: Jack. Before Jack went on stage, he and Sky were having a great conversation, lots of sparks flying, wether it is going to bloom into a great friendship or subtle low key relationship, I'm not sure. Atlas came out of the dressing room and peaked onto the stage.

"Jack's almost done, are you ready?" He asked me.

"Yeah."

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes." I replied not giving him the satisfaction of a full conversation, I'm still upset.

"This is how it is now? One word responses? Come on Phoebe, you're my best friend!" He tried persuading me. Best friend. Sky must have gotten it wrong, he doesn't like me. He was going to say something else but Jack came off stage.

"Sorry, gotta go." I smiled wickedly and ran to the other side of the stage while the lights were still off. As the lights came back on, the audience was confused to see no one on the stage.

"You-who! I'm here!" A projection of me yelled from the ground in front of the stage.

"Actually I'm here!" The second holograph of me said, trying to convince the audience that was the real Phoebe. "Look I can even walk on this thing! That stupid projection couldn't do this!" The projection said excitedly. It made it a few steps until it fell off and disappeared, along with the original projection. My cue to walk onto the stage.