LOST WITH TIME [CURRENTLY ON HOLD]

*(CHAPTER: 2)* A White Tower Meeting

I walked out of my room after taking a bath, leaving the third floor, I went to the first floor of the mansion and into the large Garnet dining room.

'What are we having for dinner?' Daphne whispered.

'I have no idea, but I hope it's actually edible.' I said, Daphne and Latty giggled.

'Enough girls! Egnes trys.' Aunt Caroline snapped and Latty couldn't handle that, she broke out laughing and slapped her hand over her mouth.

I forced myself to keep quiet and started breathing heavily. If it was one thing that could ruin me, it would be laughing and giggling.

I can't help it, I may be tough and serious, and trust me, I definatly am, but I'm also a very warm and kind person, I got this from my mother, my father was a difficult man, but a merry weirdo as well.

To say the least; I am weird and funny.

I have many hard personalities which come to my advantage of being a great leader of the SECRET.

The SECRET being; Safrage Epidemic Conduct Ruin Empire of Terror.

Epidemic, thought mean for the diffuse and dieases esspecially in medicine, but in our case, there are alot of us and we are everywhere.

We are a secret agency of women all around the world. Yours truely being the head of commands. We fight for a living, have two lives; one in being the pathetic women of the world as men say, the second being intelligent and cunning fighters for woman rights. We are what you could say....spies.

Egnes and Garfield bring out cutlery and glasses of cups. Next the plates of food. Mashed potatoe, sauce, apple pie, chicken and beef....that all look false, much to say the least.

'Dig in girls.' Uncle George walks in. His merry aroma being the very thing we need to be happy.

'Remember your manners girls.' Aunt Caroline strictly says.

'Yes, and enjoy. Always remember to enjoy your....um....food. Yes.' He picked up his fork and pokes the think mashed potatoe that's served on our plates and his. It makes a squishing sound and I excuse myself quickly. I run out of the dining room and laugh out.

'Oh my god. Please!' I laugh.

After two minutes of laughing, uncontrolably, and return to my seat in the quiet room where I can see everyone except Aunt Caroline giggling about the mash potatoes.

'Gone out to get some air?' Hariette laughed and I nodded.

'Yes. That's it. Air.'

The rest of that evening was quiet as we managed to settle down and eat... air.

I left the next morning to down town. With my parasol in hand, I rushed to the white tower in Embers street. It was almost twelve and I walked towards a big old broken down building. I straightened my position and knocked on the door. A slot opened and my eyes met a short pair of hazel eyes, they widened and opened up.

'Good afternoon Miss Valdot.' Ravis Goodman opened the door and greeted.

I nodded and smiled before hugging her and letting her lead me through a dark hallway.

'What is the situation now?' I asked.

'I think you should see it for yourself Miss, it's horrific.' The hallway came to a door. Ravis knocked on it three times, then tapped on the handle, she slammed her fist on the corner and it swung open.

She turned to me, 'new code?'

'Yes.' She answered and I nodded before walking in. The smell of blood was strong here. A light can on from a gas lantern and it illuminated the room. On a bed sat a friend of mine, Maddalyn Watson. Her mouth had cuts and her head was bleeding, aswell as her nose and her eyes were blood shot red, her dress ripped and covered in blood. She was shot by a gun.