forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(Honestly, Idek where to go with this…)

Guilvera stared at her, his unblinking gaze looking as if it could see right into the very soul of a person.

"Please. I insist," he said calmly.

//thEY ALL DIE BUT NOT REALLY :P
Or we could do something like
Spencer dies first, gets out of framework, expects Anya to wake up, but she doesn’t, cause she dies after him, and then her vitals go crazy, and then angst, and then she wakes up and then yay!
Or vice versa lol

“Well, if you insist,” Anya said sarcastically, sitting down.

(Spencer would be so freaked out! I guess I'll change the Framework in here so that they don't die fr if the die inside.)

Guilvera looked at them for a short while longer before standing.

"You're late."

"Sir? You said to be back by sunrise…" Spencer reminded him, confused.

"No. I specifically said sunset," the gang leader said.

//lol ok
It’s up to you, that was just an idea

Anya stood up. “This is insane. I’m with Attwood— you said sunrise, and you sent us out at sunset.” (Idk if he actually did… I can fix it if it’s wrong.)

(No, I like it!
Also, you're good.)

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Guilvera said, rising as well. "And if you cannot listen to orders, I will see to it that you have consequences."

//okey dokey :D

“We did listen to orders,” Anya said, crossing her arms. “You just so happened to change those orders without our knowledge or consent.”

"I am the leader here. What I say goes. If I said get back by sunset, that means get back by sunset," Guilvera growled, stalking closer to Anya.

"Woah, hey. We're sorry, sir, it won't happen again," Spencer said, putting his hands up defensively.

Anya shrugged. “It won’t happen again, because I am leaving.” She turned to the door.

"Leaving? You think you can just leave?" Guilvera barked a humorless laugh. "No. You will stay here and do as I say or suffer the consequences."

“How can I suffer if I’m already gone?” Anya scoffed, walking towards the door. Fight your way out. They need the information you have.

"You won't get far. I have eyes and ears everywhere," he stated. "That, and you can't get passed my men."

“Watch me. Or don’t. I’ll snap your neck first.” Anya spun around and started towards Guilvera.

(Guilvera.)

"If like to see you try," Guilvera growled, stepping toward her.

Spencer stood up quickly and stepped in between them, putting his hands up. "Woah woah woah… Let's calm down a bit. Maybe we can all come to an agreement…"

“Only if the agreement involves my freedom and his death,” Anya muttered, her hand resting on the hilt of the knife stored in her sleeve.

Guilvera whipped his gun out and aimed it at Anya. "Never."

//can I throw a knife at him
:P

“Famous last words,” Anya smirked, hurtling the knife at his chest.

//if not I’ll change it

Guilvera immediately switched his aim to Spencer. He fired the gun right before the knife went into his heart. The men who were standing outside the door burst in and surrounded Anya.

Spencer, on the other hand, had been hit by the bullet and was now slumped in his chair. He coughed into his hand and saw blood, then looked down and saw the blood pooling around the hole in his chest.

//AAAAHHHHHHH
…..I knew this was going to happen
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Anya screamed. She pulled another knife out of her boot, but there were too many people around her. Her head was pounding. I know him, I know him, I know him…. Her breath caught in her throat. I knew him…..

Suddenly, it clicked in Spencer's mind. He did know her. Or, he had known her.

"I remember you, now," he choked. After another fit of coughing, he looked up at Anya. "Anya… I love you…"

And then the lights went out.

//AWWW MAN

Anya looked around frantically. She knew him… he was… he was….

Spencer.

Her vision tunneled, refusing to focus on anything but him. It was her fault. Her fault. If I hadn’t stood up… countered that weasel… he might still be alive… Spencer. I am so sorry.

The men were closing in. Without really thinking, she threw her knife, and one of the men fell. Only eight million more to go…. He should be coming with me. Why should I fight? I don’t deserve a life. Not after…..

//sorry my responses are terrible

With a gasp, Spencer shot up from the Framework's chair. He breathed hard and looked down at himself. Nothing. Not even a scratch was on him. He tore the thing off his head and stepped away, patting himself all over just to double check. Then he looked to Anya, who was still inside the Framework.

C'mon, c'mon! Get out…

Anya tore her gaze from Spencer’s limp body. She faced the wall of opponents that were still advancing. “Well, here we go.” She pulled out another knife from her belt loop and hurled it at one of them. He fell. But another had leveled a gun at her chest… she lept out of the way just as he fired.

A trickle of blood fell from her shoulder. The bullet had missed her heart, but just barely. And now her thowing arm was incapacitated. Then the pain set in.

//sorry these are really bad

Anya's monitor went crazy, and Spencer's gaze snapped to it anxiously. He muttered under his breath for her to come out, however possible. This was going to drive him crazy if it went on much longer.