Power Play-An FTRS/RAR AU

Part 7-Gone Rouge (AG)

Sorry guys, this is probably one of my weaker parts. I just don't have a lot of inspiration for AG, so my apologies. She's only getting one part, and then the final part will be about everyone. Thanks for sticking with Power Play! It's probably gonna be my longest fic.

AG ran the length of the courtyard, keeping her pace fast and even. Letting one hand load the dart gun in her pocket in one, smooth, quick movement. With a deep, controlled breath, she lifted the gun from her pocket and fired in the direction of the guard in front of her.

The sound of his footsteps broke off instantly; he crashed to the ground, falling on the grass. AG was close enough to see his the whites of his eyes roll up as the unconsciousness hit his system.

She knelt swiftly on the ground beside him, sifting through his pockets before withdrawing a sleek silver key. Brushing the light dust of dirt off her yellow jeans, AG stood, her expression cold and unfeeling. Sparing a brief glance at the castle behind her, she broke into a run.

Allison Grace wasn't always the hard-core assassin she is today. She had to build her new identity from scratch. In the daytime, she projected the outlook of cold royal Allison Grace; perfect daughter of Beauty and the Beast, the figurehead of a murdering regime. In the nighttime, Allison became something more; AG, half-beast warrior, spy for Sasha Briarwood's groundbreaking Enchantasia Insider, and co-leader of the villain revolution. But AG had to work for her courageous title. Nurture her strength, form herself into the mentally disconnected warrior she wanted to be.

AG tripped, falling flat on her face with an angry glare. Peeved, she jumped back to her feet and continued her escape.

Ok, maybe she wasn't a very emotionally disconnected warrior. But she was a warrior. A good one.

After all, without her, Sasha, Gilly, and Heath wouldn't have half the progress they'd made with the revolution. For Grimm's sake, there wouldn't even be a revolution.

At age thirteen, Allison Grace had discovered a coded message on her bedroom window. It was written in villager code. When she deciphered it, AG discovered that it was from a girl named Sasha Briarwood. Dear Allison Grace. I know that you know that the royals are not our saviors. I know you have been in contact with Raina White. I know she's told you about the horrible things your family has done. I know you are no blind follower. Given that, a little friend of mine told me you could be a good asset in our plot to overthrow the royals. She wants you to meet her beside the opening of the Hollow Woods at midnight tommorrow. I will not be present; as always, I am just the messenger. I just realized you probably would like to know who my contact is.

You may have heard of her. It's Gilly Cobbler.

Sasha Briarwood (burn this note)

AG decided to follow the advice of the note. Under the deep cover of night, Allison arrived at the center of the Hollow Woods, as instructed. There, dressed in a red-riding-hood, was Gilly Cobbler.

"Hey there, royal."

AG scowled. "Don't call me that."

"So Sasha was right about you." Gilly stepped out of the shadows, lifting her scarlet hood off to reveal a waterfall of curly nut-brown hair. "You are different. Now, I don't openly trust Sasha, mind you, as we've never been face-to-face. But the intel we've exchanged on the royals has given her a few points in my book. I have to admit, I was hesitant to meet you here."

All AG could do was gape. "You look like..."

"What?" asked Gilly with a smirk. "I've been told I'm pretty attractive for a girl my age."