Bookie Paige [COMPLETED] [UNEDITED]

Chapter 31

I banged on the door exactly three times. Then I stepped back and waited. My future wasn't black, but I didn't want to see what was going to happen.

The realization of what I was about to do was starting to dawn on me. The logical part of me told me to stop and turn around- that part was screaming really. But the other parts of me refused to give up until I could be a suitable leader.

I listened to the non-logical parts.

The door squeaked, and I narrowed my eyes. A panel opened above it and a speaker popped out. "Bookie Paige?" the person on the other end asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes. "No duh Dumbledore, who else would I be?" An idea formed in my head, and in several milliseconds I knew what power I wanted them to give me. "Yes, it's Bookie Paige here, and I want to make a deal."

The speaker retracted into the wall and the door came open. From the inside, a deep voice said, "Welcome, Bookie. Please come in and let us discuss your deal."

I snorted. "If I come in, and you decline my offer, I'll never get out. No, you'd better come out here."

The voice chuckled, and the were thudding footsteps. A few moments later, a man wearing a black leather coat stepped out. He wore dark sunglasses, had black hair, black, leathery jeans, and black gloves on. He reminded me of a motorcycle gang member.

"We'll do it your way," he said in his low voice, grinning. "My name is the High and Mighty Royal Black Jacket, but you may call me Your Blackness."

"All right, Blackness- wow, that really sounds like a cat coughing up a hair-ball." I nodded slowly, my defiance coming back. "Blackness," I experimented, and nodded again.

He only chuckled. "You amuse me, Bookie, and-"

I raised a finger. "If I don't get to call you High and Mighty Royal Black Jacket, then you can't call me Bookie. You can address me as Ms. Paige."

He worked his jaw. "Very well, Ms. Paige. Now, let us discuss your deal."

"First, I have some conditions."

He waved a hand. "Go on."

"You will answer all of the following questions I ask you."

He pursed his lips and adjusted his sunglasses. "Ask away, then."

"Where are my parents?"

He jerked a thumb behind him. I nodded tersely. "What are our real names- all of our real names? You stupid people erased them from our memory when you first caught us."

"I remember. Your friend Shadow's real name is Jake. Owl's is really Charlie. Rain's is actually Gwen. Zip's is Isabelle. Ivy's real name is Emily. But you- you, Bookie Paige, well. . ." He chuckled.

"Your name is Ashely. Ashely Furth."

A/N

:/ Last minute thinking on those names.

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