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The Agency: A Pharos and Alistair Novel

Novel By: Leah Marie P
Young adult

Andromeda Pharos doesn't know what she's doing anymore. Cathetica's most wanted criminal? Nothing new there. On the run? An every day kinda deal. Falling in love with Cathetica's most trusted and only superhero, Hero X? I think she sees where her problem lies. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 24, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

"Andy? Andy?" I slowly opened my eyes, but shut them soon after. I groaned at the brightness and I only heard a soft chuckle. "Right, bright lights. Sorry." I heard movement and steps moving a few feet away from me and then back to my side. "You okay?"

I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes, opening them slightly to adjust. I nod hesitantly. Feeling too vulnerable in the room with just Xander. "What the hell happened?"

Xander chuckles again. "You kind of passed out. I guess learning that your boss sent Cathetica's hero after you was a lot to take in." I groan and put a hand over his mouth.

"Abraham is not my boss. I have no boss. He just sends a check my way every now and then," I state, not looking at Xander at all. He takes my hand off his mouth, kisses my bunched up fingers and holds it between both his hands.

"Whatever you say. At least you get paid for this shit." It's my turn to chuckle lightly.

"Yeah. I don't necessarily think you and I have the same profession, Xander. You bring in criminals and stop crime. I kill competitors, dirty politicians, criminals, and every step of the way I just keep committing crimes." I sigh and pull my hand back. Already missing the feel of his holding mine. I shake my head, not wanting to believe I actually like a good guy. I look around the room and then up at the broken vent. I laugh lightly again. "I pulled that shit on you at Hailing's Airport and I didn't even think to block it when I was sitting in here." I roll my eyes at myself and, in one swift move, move the dining table from the oak door. I walk out into the hallway and start looking for a tool kit. Xander hot on my trail.

"I thought you escaped from the bathroom using the vent?" He asks, grabbing my hand again and lacing his fingers with mine. I smile softly at the touch, but take my hand away. I can't get distracted or emotionally involved with anyone. That's always been my rule. I don't even have to be looking at him to know he knows what I'm feeling.

"Stupid empathy," I whisper so quietly I know he can't hear it. I raise my voice now. "No, I was just hiding in the vent," I answer simply. Trying to keep a poker face and hiding my emotions.

Xander sighs and I hear him scratch his head. "Why can't you just let me hold your damn hand?" He asks, stopping in the middle of the hall behind me. I don't stop walking and I don't answer him. I go into the kitchen and look beneath the sink.

"Finally," I say as I pull out the large black tool box. I look inside quickly, finding the battery powered drill. "I'll be right back." I say, but regret it as soon as it slips out of my mouth. I close my eyes and turn around. I open them and see Xander still in the same spot. "I suggest you leave. Don't be here when I come back from the shed." I say, knowing I don't want him to leave at all. But hell. I can't get involved with anyone. No matter how much I want to.

The look on Xander's face, honestly, scares me. He looks so angry and his eyes have gone black. I gulp, but turn around again and walk towards the glass door that leads to the backyard. I push away the blockade I formed and exit. Once in the cold and thin air I take a deep breath.

"Holy crap. What the fuck is wrong with me?" I whisper to myself. I start heading towards the snow covered shed. "Couldn't have been a normal human being like my sister and just live comfortably and do normal crap. Go to college, get a job, meet a nice guy, have a family, die. Nope, none of that except the meeting a nice guy and die part. Too bad I'm not a nice girl." I ramble on for a while, all under my breath. I stop as I get to the shed. I open it, breaking the lock, and grab a few pieces of wood planks. I hold everything in one arm and walk back to the house. I see more smoke coming from the chimney from the room I've claimed as mine. I frown. "Did he add more wood?" I shake my head. "What part of 'don't be here when I get back' is so hard to comprehend?" I mutter pissed and enter the house again. I only temporarily set all the wood down on the floor as I place my blockade back together. I turn around and freeze. "Well didn't expect that to happen," I say out loud and loud enough for the group in the living room to here. A few smirk, a few stay still. But every single one has a gun pointed at my heart or head.

"Should have," I snap my head around to see the guy from the reservation building. "You threatened my life. I did the only reasonable thing and called the police. Gave them your description. Who knew this pretty girl is such a bad one?" He exclaimed sarcastically. I glare at him and my claws extend, only making the officers tense up even more. I narrow my eyes and withdraw them.

"Andy-" I snap my head around to see Xander holding up a pair of handcuffs. He clears his throat and tries it again. "Andromeda Pharos, you're under arrest for an exponential amount of arrest warrants, murder charges, robbery charges, embezzlement charges, arson charges, etc. Do you understand what has been said to you so far?" I hear no emotion in his voice as he comes up behind me, roughly clasping the cuffs on my wrists.

"Bite me," Is all I whisper under my breath. No one but the two of us in the room should have had the ability to hear it. He runs a hand over my arm as he puts my other wrist in the cuffs. "Should have known you were just a decoy. What? Had to wait for the uniforms to catch up with you? Couldn't bring me in on your own?" I tease loudly, making it possible for everyone else in the room to hear.

"I didn't know anyone was coming after you tonight," is all he whispers in my ear. I freeze a bit and turn my head to the side, trying to look at him, but the angles off. "If you hadn't told me to leave, then I could have prevented this, and you wouldn't be in deep shit," he whispers again and grasps the chain between the cuffs and starts to walk me towards the front door.

"If I hadn't told you to leave, I'd still be in deep shit," I whisper back. He stops for a second, but continues to push me forward. "You already know what I'm feeling and I'm not sure I can deal with that right now. Hence why confusion is probably overlapping that feeling. You're a good guy, Xander. The goodest of the good in fact. I don't suggest running around my crowd." I continue to whisper, not wanting any cops to hear.

"You could always step into my crowd," he suggests. I scoff and shake my head. I hold up my hands restrained behind me. "Oh yeah. Probably wouldn't be the best idea." I roll my eyes as he cracks a joke. "Turn around," I do so and look up at him. He punches me in the stomach and I buckle over, not expecting it. My eyes narrow as I look up at him, but I feel a small item made of metal rub against my hip. I move my hips back and forth, feeling it. I raise my eyebrows as I notice it's a small key. Xander smirks and opens a cop car door. "Meet me in Telpart. Casino Jewel, top floor, penthouse." He shuts the door as I sit down and walks away to talk to an officer. I lean back in the seat.

"Did that seriously just happen?" I whisper to myself. Confusion and excitement roll through my brain and body before anxiousness and fear cloud over it. I smirk to myself seeing Xander grimace. He can still feel everything I'm feeling. I smirk knowing I caused him mental pain after he just caused me physical pain. I frown quickly though. "Why the hell does making him hurt make me sad?" I whisper and groan. "Crap," I mutter and swivel my hips, getting the key loose. I grow a monkey tail and work it around.

Picking up the key, unlocking myself, and making the tail recede all in a matter of seconds. I unlock the cop door, opening it a crack, and turn into a small bird. I quickly fly out and towards Telpart.

"Let's see what's so special about meeting him there," I chirp.


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