Betwixt

Chapter One

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"Let me go!" cried Toby Delta unwillingly, stressed with two men forcing themselves on him.

Agent Sheala met the two police officers at a gas station right out of New York City. The musty smell of the trashed exterior of the building disgusted Toby, along with the annoying answer-receive calls that were forwarded to agent Sheala on her walky-talky.

"The Moon Stone Dagger, she almost got away with it," said one of the police officers, with a nervous lump in his throat.

"Who is this she, you are talking about?" the furious agent asked.

"Her name is Crimson, that's all we could get from him," he continued,
"she is a Korcannsass witch."

The two police officers knew that Sheala was about to burst with angry emotion. Her grave expression followed with a scolding.

"I thought we had security everywhere! can I trust my own team?" She pleaded.

"It won't happen again," one of them said softly, daring to speak.

"You're damn right it won't" said Agent Sheala angrily, "and as for him, take him in and beat him till he tells something useful."

She snarled at the thought of disappointing her master. Sheala had just began to walk away when a black shadow jumped from the top of the gas station roof.

If you played action music right about now, it would be Superman all over again.

Both officers tried to pull out their firearms, but the figure was quick to move, and with the flick of her fingers, the guns flew out of their hands, clattering to the ground

"Ok, this is her we're talking about. Showoff." thought Toby, as he scoffed in dismay
The officers and the figure began a fist fight.

Circling each other round and round till one tried a kick then a fist punch, but then Sheala spoke;

"Freeze!" She held her gun at the black figure.
The figure stood up, with its hands in the air, like it was giving up.
A heroic rescue and then this, what is going through her head? But again. Still her. Makes sense, I guess, he continued to think

Then, the shadow vanished. It came up behind Agent Sheala and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around, the black figure punched her in the face, like a classic comedy. Then it vanished again. It showed up behind the two police officers and it put a hand on either one of their heads; before they could react, it bashed them together knocking them unconscious. Blood was drawn from their heads, enough to make Toby's stomach growl.

"They will be fine, just as long as they get seen soon. It's likely, with all this mess." said the black figure, as she spit on the nasty ground.

"I mean how could someone just not ignore that?" asked Toby. "Maybe the yellow/black striped border tape gave it away? As you know, I attracted a lot of attention before you came around."

"A little to much," The figure nodded.

There was a remarkable silence before someone said something.
"So...."
"Don't ask. Because of your little mishap I never got to my dagger."

"I figured. But hey, at least you have a record now." She rolled her eyes.

"Well don't worry. You'll think of something." He winked at her.
As they began to walk away, Crimson muttered to herself,
"I knew they shouldn't have chosen a male for my teammate," disappointed when Toby didn't notice. Before going any further, Toby bothered Crimson about getting a more decent approach on her clothing till it looked like her only option.