Liz and Locus stormed through the refugee camp, hand in hand. "Excuse us," Locus attempted to stick his hand in-between Sheryl's new bodyguards, but they were stiff and blocked his way in. "I'm sorry, sir," one began, "She isn't taking guests right now."
"Who is she, the fucking Federal Army of Chorus ambassador?" Liz spat, her lips curled into a grimace. Locus smiled proudly. The guard simply huffed a sort of amused grunt, keeping his firm stance in front of the tent's entrance.
"Let us through," Locus growled in a deep, stern voice. The other guard piped up this time, "Sir, we've already told you th-" Suddenly, the two soldiers took the opportunity and busted through the guards' blockade.
Sheryl's eyes were wide in surprise when they rushed in, and she stood up from her desk hastily, "What is going on here?!" Locus and Liz were breathless as they faced her. The guards ran in behind them with one of them screaming the warning, "I'm sorry, ma'am. We tried to keep them out."
"It's alright," Sheryl held up a hand that immediately silenced the room. Her tone was filled with annoyance, "It's very late. I hope you have a good excuse to bothering me." Liz stepped forward, her voice cold and bitter, "Why are you working with Temple?"
Sheryl stiffened at this. Her composure changed, shifted into a reserved and surprised form. They caught her off guard. She was alarmed. "Who is Temple?" The leader spoke hesitantly after a moment, trying to distract herself by pouring a glass of clear water. Her hand was shaking.
"You know exactly who he is," Locus tossed the device Liz used earlier onto her desk, "Along with his criminal friends in red and blue armor." Sheryl flinched when the screen hit the hard surface, but she refused to glance at it.
"You have no idea what you're getting into," The woman spoke in a shaken tone, her nails digging into the wood of the desk. Liz slammed a fist on to the table, her voice booming, "You better start talking. Before we talk to the entire camp."
Sheryl glared daggers at the girl, "I can talk, too. I know all about you, Elizabeth." The soldier froze, her breath getting sucked out of her lungs in a split second. Locus glanced at her, his eyes full of concern. Liz looked as if she was about to faint.
"Don't think you're so invincible," Sheryl scrolled through the criminal list and shoved the device back to the two soldiers. The picture of Liz flashed on the screen, her unruly red curls framing her delicate face. Locus channeled the fire from her hair into the fire flowing through his veins.
"I have been in charge of this shanty-town for too long," the leader sat down in her chair, shaking her head like she was disappointed. "When the Blues and Reds came to me with the offer of a lifetime," she laughed manically, "I just couldn't resist."
"So, what? It was for money?" Locus raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "And, it was worth every last penny to distract my two best fighters in the camp so that the power generator could be swept away like a breeze," Sheryl fluttered her hands in the air like she was a bird.
"What about Daniels?" Liz questioned with a crinkled brow. "Ah, that poor soul. Got lost in the ambition and greed of the world," Sheryl faked a woeful tone, "It was such a shame to hear that his mission had failed." Fury shot through the soldier's veins as she gritted her teeth.
"And, the truck?" Locus crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I had these lovely two gentlemen behind you take care of that," Sheryl waved a graceful hand in the direction of the two guards blocking the exit behind Liz and Locus.
"Which reminds me," the leader sneered, "It's not hard to figure out the real you, Elizabeth. I knew who you were the second I laid my eyes on you. That's why these men are here in the first place..." Sheryl smiled wickedly at Liz, "I get half of the bounty for your death."
Sensing the two hired guards closing in behind them, Liz was quick to throw an elbow into one of the men's faces. He grunted in pain and in a desperate attempt tried to lunge forward and grab the girl.
She was quick to dodge, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it behind his back. Locus took the distraction as an opportunity and threw a punch to the guard on his right. He was knocked to the ground with a thud, the wind sucked out of him.
Liz jerked the guy's arm back in a violent motion, smiling when she heard a deafening crack. The guard screamed in agony and his knees buckled out from under him.
Locus was now unholstering his pistol, glaring at the man who was now on his back and holding his hands up in surrender. The mercenary growled, placing his foot on the guard's stomach. His finger resisted the sickening habit to rest on the trigger.
With a grunt of force, Locus shoved the butt of his magnum into the guard's jaw. The man's head sagged in unconsciousness, his mouth agape as his eyes fluttered closed. Locus peered at his partner, who now had her opponent in a choke hold.
The man scratched at her arms, gurgling noises spilling out of his mouth. She was counting to ten softly. Locus almost reached out to stop her from killing the man, but realized that she was cutting off his air supply and leaving him unconscious for a few minutes.
When the guard fell limp in her arms, she got to her feet and brushed herself off. She smiled at Locus and silently thanked him. The mercenary nodded, a smirk stretching across his lips.
"Sorry to burst your bubble," Liz chuckled smugly as she approached the woman who was cowering behind her desk, "But, it seems that you won't be getting any of that bounty after all." Sheryl scowled, spitting in the girl's face.
Liz scoffed, wiping the saliva off her face in disgust. Sheryl seemed content with herself as she smirked uncontrollably. Suddenly, Liz reared back her arm and sent the back of her hand across the woman's face.
Sheryl shrieked, collapsing to the ground. When the girl bent down and knotted her fists into the camp leader's shirt, Locus was quick to put a soft hand on her shoulder. "Liz," he warned in a gentle yet stern tone.
"P-please," Sheryl's eyes filled with horror and her lips trembled, "I'll go away. N-never come back. I can even give you my profits from Temple! Please!" Locus shook his head in disappointment, "We don't want your money. And, we don't want you out of here."
"Y-you don't?" The woman peered at him in shock. "Nope," Liz let go of her shirt and got to her feet, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. Sheryl cocked an eyebrow at her in confusion. Locus smiled.
"We've got an even better idea."
hey guys! sorry it took me so long to post this. i've been having major writer's block and it's thanksgiving break for my school so i'm just spending some time with family and relaxing. i hope you guys understand. :) comment any questions that i haven't answered so far in this story!!! it'll help me remember some things i might've forgotten about or even build new story lines. thanks!
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REVENGE (2nd book of FEAR)
Fanfiction---------------------------------SPOILERS FOR SEASON 15 --------------------------------- "Several months ago, the Blues and Reds stole a power generator from a colony of refugees. Without clean water and air, they perished. Every man, woman, and ch...
