"YO WHAT THE FUCK MAN," Juliet yelled, throwing her jacket smack-dab into Neo-Simon Strange's face.
"Pfft, dramatic much," he laughed, "wow, that was worth it." The Jacket slid into the mahogany floors of this brightly lit room. In this room, Joseph Desrosier sat at a desk filled high with monitors.
Then entered the old man who had just witnessed his sister die before his eyes. His eyes were still puffy from the tears that he shed. "Pfft," he laughed, "Simon, you are fucking crazy." His haggard appearance warped from crinkled white skin to even whiter, smoother skin. His eyes are a bizarre red and his long hair mirrored a bleached color. His smile was contagious, this seems to be a common trait for this family.
No one in this room seemed to be surprised by the magic that occurred before them. Zu Toussaint was a wanted man in nearly 40 countries, but he was also the brother of the 3rd richest man alive.
"Simon, I will be 18 in 10 minutes," Juliet calmed, "and you still had the guile to trick me like that. You made Joseph hack the Prime Ministers laptop for fucks sake, but me? You tricked me into stupidly going after my best friend. And now I hear that you put him up to it. I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL SIMON. So, tell me why the hell is my best friend an ANGEL and you knew it all along? TELL ME why the hell he knows the art, when up until yesterday he was a regular man. AND YOU KNEW." She said in one breath, her confidence was now wavering into tears.
"Jules, I did it to protect you," Neo stammered, "you of all people should know what you are capable of doing, I did it to protect you."
"No, if you wanted to protect me, you wouldn't have embarrassed me like today. No, you wouldn't have made me befriend YOUR spy," she cried, "I'M DONE, I'M TIRED, what's different about me and JOE? HUH? We are both your younger siblings, born on the same day, same mother and father, same curse. But YOU, you backwards ass man who's still living in 2025 won't even give me a chance."
"I-" Juliet started again.
A halo slowly peered through the door, followed by another with pink hair. The halo slowly approached Juliet who was still infuriated. The other sat down slowly by Joe, blending into the walls.
"Get out,"
"J, I'm sorry," He stuttered, "He said that he'd tell you." His face transformed into something that did not befit an angel as he glared at Neo. Julliet turned to Neo, looking for an explanation.
"Trust that I did this for you, and if I wanted to, I could have never revealed the truth. Yes, I did not have to give you a fake task so that you'd be distracted, yes, I did not have to make your best friend a spy." He paused to look at his watch. "But, you… you are someone that even I can't read. Ever since Gabe brought you two to my door, I could never understand you, so I needed to find a way, your art, you know what it is, and I'm scared Jules. In 6 minutes, you might gain the ability to move things with your mind, or you might bring about a second hell."
Juliet said nothing, she could not say anything. Her older half-brother tricked her for 12 years, but still, she could not conjure up a rebuttal. She was a liability. So, she had to be watched for years, and she was not meant to interact with the hellish world that her brothers were in until they knew for sure that she wouldn't kill them all.
Juliet did not say anything. She slid onto the floor and hugged her knees to her chest, and the angel followed suit. Neo shifted his attention to the array of monitors in front of Joe.
Neo Sighed, "give it to me, before time up."
"Well, you are not going to believe this," Joe snickered, "our dear shapeshifter of a brother is now supposedly being held at Warhol prison. He will be traded in a prisoner exchange tomorrow morning, which is weird really because our dear brother is right there."
"So, they still haven't caught on, good. That's good." Simon asserted, still paying attention to the time it was 11:58.
The pink haired man sat next to Joseph with a married expression. He was clearly worn despite his youthful appearance. He pressed on his forehead as his eyes began to wince in pain.
"Ming, what's wrong?" Juliet asked, standing up to approach her other brother.
"Ah, I don't know," he winced, "I tried to talk to you, brat, but my head started killing me."
"Fuck," Neo swore, his eyes veering between Joseph and Julliet. "It's started, go in your rooms you two, don't talk back to me Jules, it's not the time."
The twins ran towards two separate doors that only appeared when they touched the wall.
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A flash of color bombed the crevasse of Joes door, leaving behind a pink fusia. The room turned quiet, just the sound that computers make to stop themselves from overheating.
"Joe, Jules," Will asked, approaching the doors slowly, Simon stopping him in his tracks.
"Let them come out on their own." Simon advised. His eyes focused on both the doors. His eyes then shifted towards Ming, who still seemed pained, but he had a task to do.
"Jules, are you there," he thought to himself. "Jules… Please answer." His body writhed at every word.
No response
When all hope began to be lost, Joe fell out of his door. His face filled with sweat and his mouth panted from exhaustion.
Sigh
Neo and Will ran towards Joseph with concerned hearts. He'd survived the worst of it.
"I saw it," Joe smiled, "I drew a fucking flamingo, a flamingo!" His face has a proud complexion.
Another sigh filled the room. Joe just revealed, with splendor, that he has the power to take down a continent. A fact that was also revealed to his other brothers years ago.
Still, the room was filled with an awkward tension. Everyone focused on Julliet's door, the only one that mattered, for now.
Nothing.
It was now approaching 1 in the morning, but there was still nothing from her door. Simon's face began to be filled with worry. Everyone else found ways to busy themselves.
Joe had begun to revel in the abilities that he had not had an hour ago. He touched Ming's phone, Will's smart watch, and even Simon's heart monitor. All of it filled him with an energy that he could not control yet, but he will soon. True to himself, Joes smiled as his child-like reactions to his abilities filled the room with warmth and color.
They all tried to ignore what lay in the other room.