“You!” Whitney ogled Heathrow, Lionel, and Nick in an outraged shock. “How did you get in here?”
“Through the door..” Heathrow gazed at her like she lot her marbles.
Whitney let out a noise of annoyance, and then Nick smirked as he asked her, “Surprised we outsmarted you, huh?”
After letting out a derisive laugh, Whitney answered, “Oh, please! You didn’t outsmart me! I saw the guards’ uniforms down the hall, and it dosn’t surprise me you could best those idiots! What I wanna know is how you found this place after I cast a confusion spell on you!”
“Oh, you were right, Nick!” Lionel lauded him.
“What? You’re not gonna tell me?” Whitney questioned.
Daphne responded, “Why would they do anything to help you?”
Heathrow concurred, “Yeah! Why would we help out a dirty, old witch?”
“Witch? No! I’m a fallen angel, you nitwit!” Whitney snapped.
“You’re real evil, you cast spells, and you fly through the sky… Why am I a nitwit for assuming she’s a witch?” Heathrow wondered.
Nick assured him, “You’re not! She’s just being mean ‘cause she knows she’s about to loe this battle!”
Whitney cackled at that concept, “You? I have supernatural powers, and you’re cornered! The odds are in my favor!”
“It sounds like some of that confusion spell blew back to you!” Daphne bantered.
“Ugh! That’s it! We’re finishing this now!” Whitney raised her hand to strike, and without hesitation, Lionel punched her in the forehead! While Whitney absorbed this pain, Daphne grabbed Lionel’s wrist and pulled him into the fire exit with the others.
As they descended the staircase, Lionel queried, “She doesn’t count as a woman, does she?”
Daphne commended him, “No, you can hit her! And you did hit her! Quite well too!”
“It felt great!” Lionel celebrated. “I’ve been so scared to get back into the boxing ring, but I-!”
“Let’s get done escaping before we start patting ourselves on the back!” Nick advised.
Daphne confidently stated, “I’m sure we’ll be fine! I didn’t see anyone guarding the emergency exits!” She opened the entryway to the outside, and she beheld a bunch of pigeons waiting for them! She slammed the door shut and then stated, “Nope! Not doing that again!”
Heathrow urged them, “Come on! Let’s go out the main way! We’ll be fine as long as-!”
“Attention, personnel!” Whitney’s voice boomed throughout the building. “We have a code orange! All hands on deck!”
“Oh, fudge!” Heathrow lamented.
The five travelers dashed through the residence, but when they espied a group of guards towards them, they bolted in another direction. More o them streamed in, so they ran upstairs. People started emerging from their domiciles, so they made a bid for the rooftop. That terrace had more birds, so they hurried tot he laundry room. There wasn’t anyone in there but there also wasn’t a route for their departure! They huddled in the corner, and Nick shakily articulated, “We’re gonna be alright! We can find a solution! It’s not totally hopeless!”
Lionel apprehensively eyeballed the guards that encompassed them, and he conjectured, “Maybe one of us will come back as an arc angel so our side can come back and kick her-!”
“Ah-ha! I’ve got you surrounded!” Whitney trumpeted.
“Yeah, duh!” Daphne shot back.
Whitney put her hands on her hips and probed, “Can we skip the whole heroic last-stand thing? I’ve got other stuff to do besides deal with you!” She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and groaned, “Drats! I’m gonna be late!”
Daphne scoffed, “Really? You could magick someone into oblivion simply for looking at you funny, and you’re worried about tardiness? Who is this you’re late for? Do you actually have a date?”
“I’m late to ambush someone heading home from work! You’re not the only enemies I have, you know!” Whitney folded her arms in a huff.
“I could see her getting dates…” Nick remarked.
Whitney approved of his assertion, “Thank you!”
Daphne reacted in startlement, “You can?”
“Yeah… she’d have to threaten them, but they’d do it!” Nick joked.
“Hey!” Whitney barked as her captives giggled.
Heathrow sincerely offered her solace, “Aw, it’s alright! I’ve gone through periods of time where I don’t have anyone who likes me too!”
Whitney became aghast at that statement. “Don’t put me on your level! I’m wealthy, admired, and very popular!”
“Uh, you only got one out of three right!” Lionel kidded, which made the others guffaw.
“Shut your traps!” Whitney roared.
Daphne interrogated her, “Is that why you killed your sister? People liked her better than you?”
Whitney growled, “That’s it! We end this claptrap now!” She grabbed a broom from a set of cleaning supplies close to her, and then she commanded “Nimmie, hand me your lighter!”
“I don’t have it, ma’am!” Nimmie came forward wearing a garbage bag and nothing else, which made even her colleagues snicker.
“What on Earth are you wearing?” Whitney incredulously inquired.
Nimmie irately replied, “Someone stole my clothes!”
Nick told her, “Don’t look at me! I had enough of seeing you clothesless! I’m the one who insisted on covering you up!”
Half amused, half bewildered, Daphne canvassed Nick, “You were two were an item, huh?”
“Unfortunately! But fortunately, I broke it off prior to her stint with the Ochre Angel!” He glanced over to Daphne and added, “Actually, I’m glad I broke it off period…”
“Nimmie, you said you dumped him!” Zeb asserted while he and Rak showed up in their underwear.
The entire room cracked up at this spectacle, and preceding Nimmie responding to that topic, Whitney regained control of the room, “Enough! You three, go home and change! Someone else who smokes hand me your lighter!”
Somebody enquired, “Can’t you just do a hex to produce a flame?”
“Who dared to utter such impertinence?” Whitney demanded to all of her employees. No one confessed, but someone else produced a set of matches. “Thank you!” She snatched them from their grasp, and as she lit a matchstick, she aimed one of her palms at a sprinkler head. Her jinx contained the water that flowed out close to the ceiling, and the crew murmured in understanding of her actions. “Now then, you’re about to get… fired!” Her staff cheered, so she yelled, “Not you!” Most of her employees emitted a very audible sigh of disappointment.
“Woah, careful where you point that!” Heathrow requested with very wide eyes. “I’m highly flammable, you know!”
Whitney wryly stated, “Sounds like I need to get you hot first!”
Heathrow declined, “Nah! I’d rather burn to death!”
After releasing a horrible howl, Whitney moed the broom towards Heathrow. Lionel and Nick shielded him, but Daphne spotted a janitorial bucket in the cleaning supplies, seized it, and hurled its contents at Whitney’s torch. There was a lot of water inside, and much of it landed on Whitney’s visage, which caused her to let out an ear-splitting screech! She dropped the broomstick, and Lionel immediately put it under the freely flowing sprinkler. Everyone else curiously peered at Whitney, who had her hands hiding her front…
“You cursed brat!” Whitney bellowed. “Do you see what you’ve done?”
“No! Can you show me?” Daphne entreated her.
She wailed, “I’m melting! Melting! Melting!” She sunk to the floor, and…
After a minute or two of watching her inactivity, the collective began to exchange whispers of leeriness. Eventually, Daphne broke the silence, “So, are fallen angels water soluble, or…?”
“She doesn’t seem like she is!” Heathrow attempted to moee one of her hands, but Whitney instantly snapped it back into place. “Why, you’re not melted at all!” Heathrow esteemed.
“You’re dead fo this!” Whitney snarled.
Heathrow chuckled, “Gosh! She’s all kinds of mixed up!”
Nick grabbed her arms, and she kept her hair low enough on her face to keep it concealed as he pulled a pair of manacles out of his pocket. “You carry around handcuffs on your off days?” Daphne catechized.
“Yeah!” Nick confirmed. “Just in case…”
“In case you have to arrest someone!” Heathrow finished his sentence.
With shifty eyes, Nick responded, “Sure…” Daphne blushed, Lionel grinned, and Heathrow appeared confused.
Lionel asserted, “Okay, I gotta know what she’s hiding!” He reached out to brush her hair back, and she tried to bite him! She wasn’t successful in her endeavo, and, in fact, she created worse circumstances for herself…
“What happened to your looks?” a male guard gasped.
“Wow! You wore a lot of makeup before!” a female guard observed.
The masses all caught a glimpse of her altered image and became overwhelmed in astonishment. The dark beauty she once possessed had vanished, and she now resembled a much different person! Her chin was sharper, her noe was lopsided, and her skin was overtly pop-marked! The color in her cheeks was gone, and she developed circles so dark that it nearly meatched her hair! The congregation hooted in amusement, and Whitney’s scowl became more and more pronounced. “Go ahead- have your fun!” she yelled. The mirth intensified after that statement, and she grumped, “Oh, come on! It isn’t that hilarious!”
Daphne affirmed, “Hey, so I was correct in guessing that you killed your sister ‘cause she’s prettier than you!”
“Oh, please!” Whitney disagreed. “Almira’s lucky she had a house covering her ugly mug when she died!”
“Whitney Hamilton, you’re under arrest!” Nick proudly proclaimed.
With a defiant expression, Whitney argued, “You think so, huh? You’re the ones who broke into my territory! I have a legal justification for what I do to trespassers onto my land! Plus, you assaulted me and destroyed some of my property!”
Lionel contended, “Woah, woah, woah! It’s not our fault you used such cheap material for their uniforms!”
“I doubt the courts will care about any petty misdemeanors when you committed a major felony!” Daphne articulated.
“Excuse me, I never admitted to any murders! You just keep bringing up that theory!” Whitney spat.
Daphne differed, “Uh, I was talking about kidnapping me!”
Whitney insolently claimed, “Those pigeons did that on their own!” Nobody in the lot shared her enthusiasm for that hypothesis.
“Oh my goodness! It sounds like she’ll be in prison for a long time!” Rak excitedly realized. “That means we’ll be free of her! Free! Free at last!” All of the guards burst into jubilation.
“Why don’t you call the police station now?” Nick suggested.
Daphne petitioned the gaggle, “Hold on! Can we grab her cellphone first?”
Zeb reached into Whitney’s pocket and handed her the device. “Please, take it with you! And no hard feelings about the whole hunting you down thing, right?” Nick and Nimmie gave each other sour side-eyes, so Zeb refined his sentence, “Well, at least not with most of us…”
“I don’t mind ‘cause I’m about to get a mind! Finally!” Heathrow clapped and hopped in delight.
“Oh, yeah! We can get our wishes now!” Lionel denoted.
Daphne verbalized, “Eventually! Before that, we gotta tell law enforcement our story. By the way, what is our story? We can’t give them the true reality or they’ll evaluate our sanity!”
Nick shrugged. “Let them! It’s not illegal to be crazy!” The whole space chortled at that quip. Nimmie dialed the number for the authorities, and Whitney severely glowered at their glee.