Chapter 32: Chapter 15.1 – Marry the Night ~ I won’t give up on my life. I’m a warrior queen. Live passionately tonight

*Marry the Night by Lady Gaga. 

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As the door opened, and a hot stream came out of the room, Andrew watched as Kate took a step out of her bathroom, wrapped in a white towel. Her flawless skin shone from the shower and her hair was up in a towel. She picked out her comfy clothes and went back inside her bedroom, not closing the room, “Andrew, do you think I am right though? Do you think that’s a possibility?”

Andrew's eyes scanned through all of Katerina’s wonderful curves as she slipped on her pajamas. He averted his eyes away, blushing, feeling very guilty. “Someone helped Pitch escape? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Kate studied him as she pulled up her pants, “Did you know, when Pitch’s last three days, only Daniel and John gave him the meals and other necessitates? When we came home from dinner, Michael immediately didn’t have any more angels give Pitch stuff.” She looked at herself in the mirror and put on her baggy, gray shirt, “Do you think Timothy is trustworthy? Michael lets him watch Pitch like a hawk.”

Andrew shrugged, “If Michael trusts him…”

Kate grabbed her toothbrush and squirted too much toothpaste on it, “I never want to fault my wonderful leader, who is like a dad to me.”

“But…” Andrew said, raising his eyebrows at her as she jammed her toothbrush in her mouth and started to brush her teeth vigorously.

“But,” she started, her words mushing together as she brushed, “Michael trusted everyone who met Pitch during those three days...and if...not a completely reliable fact, however, one of us helped Pitch.”

Andrew sighed, “Damn. So, who does Michael have to interview?” He was rolled on his sideways, watching her do her daily routine at night.

Kate spitted out in the sink and kept brushing, “Me, Daniel, John, Sara, the Seers, and some angels when they dragged him out to his execution.”

“What if Michael helped him out?” joked Andrew.

Kate rinsed her mouth out and stared dead at Andrew, “I am positive it was one of those angels that dragged him out.” She chewed on her finger, thoughtfully.

“But you thought he managed to get out beforehand?”

Kate sighed and sat down next to her boyfriend, tucking her feet and laying her head on her knees, “I don’t know. Michael said that he will get some information out of Pitch, but he doesn’t like doing the torture method, which is great...but it’s a lost cause trying to get something out of that warlock.”

Andrew suggested, staring at her beautiful, polished hazel eyes, “Why doesn’t Michael kill him now?”

Kate answered as she laid on her back, “Because Michael wants to figure out how Pitch escaped, so this doesn’t happen again.”

Kate’s boyfriend came closer to her and tucked his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body and kissing Kate on her cheek, “You don’t think Lucifer would have to do with any of this?”

“I have my doubts,” grumbled Kate, “Lucifer says that he wants to help...I guess he wants to put an end to Pitch because he didn’t save his sister or something.”

Andrew wondered, “Do you know much that happened to Michael and Lucifer’s sister?” He smelled the wonderful clover of Kate’s scent and could almost taste it. She reminded him of a delicious gingerbread cookie.

Kate nodded, “Yeah, but Michael never talks about it. He doesn’t let anyone else does.”

Andrew noted, “I find it strange he doesn’t even talk to Sara about it, only you.”

Kate glanced at her boyfriend, seeing the burnt wooden eyes, “I never thought it that way.” She bit down on his lips, kissing them hard, “I think he trusts me more about his little secret, but I don’t think Sara would go telling Michael’s past.” She closed her eyes, getting sleepy, “I don’t know why he doesn’t tell her.”

Andrew scoffed and laced his fingers through her damp hair, “Probably because he wants to express how perfect he is to her.”

Kate glared at Andrew and huffed, “He is perfect no matter what.” She was so sick that everything always ended out pinpointing Sara. Sara this, Sara that. It was annoying.

Andrew smirked, “I was just teasing.”

Kate smiled and snuggled against him, “I know.” Her mind was now whirling as she thought about all the possibilities of how Pitch broke free. She wished that this was all a bad dream and everything would go to normal again. She did wonder what normal was for her. Eighteen years old, Kate’s mind went to the day she was official as Michael’s sidekick when she turned eighteen. That was the youngest anyone could become a sidekick at any headquarters. She was the first youngest sidekick Michael had. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was upset that Michael sent her to do his little errands, not the big job.

Granted, she had become Michael’s newest sidekick a few months ago.

Michael’s voice rang out in her: “Katerina, there's nothing big that’s happening...but when there is a big mission, I promise I let you on it. You don’t have to save the world in big leaps, but sometimes the littlest steps go the longest way.”

She held that sentence to her heart. Kate wanted to be a heroic person now, but she knew she had her exceptions so high so couldn’t reach them. She was already famous enough, but she felt it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t pleasing Michael enough, her heroes enough...herself enough.

Stop it, Kate. Her thoughts echoed in her mind. You are enough.

She felt Andrew’s arms slung over her as she knew he was falling into a deep sleep. It wasn’t even that late, but everything unfolding little by little, it was exhausting. She couldn’t imagine what Michael was dealing with. The incident at the bank and so many magical people dead. She knew that they all blamed Michael for the deaths...and she also knew even more, that Michael blamed himself. And only himself.

“Andrew,” she asked softly, in a half asleep and half awake state, “Do you think there’s anything I could do to help Michael with all this shit going out?”

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Andrew moaned as he slit his eyes open to Kate’s closed eyes, “Kate,” he placed his hand on her back and pulled her closer, “You are doing fine. You are helping Michael as best as you can. There are some things that Michael has to do alone. And if you don’t remember, he is the Archangel.”

Kate laughed gently, “I know, Andrew! Just…” She gazed her eyes open to Andrew, “I worry.”

Andrew assured, “Everything is going to be fine. We have Timothy, who won’t let Pitch do anything. We have the league of angels here keeping a close eye on him. We have Michael. We even have Lucifer’s helping hand on this one.” He gazed his mouth over hers, “And we have you.”

Kate blushed and felt lush tickling her nerves and prickling around her skin, “And I have you.” She closed in and gave him a loving kiss.

 

Demetrius had looked over the video at least three times so far. He took a swig of his soda as his eyes grew tired looking at the screen. He stretched out his legs as he finished the video. He saw Michael in the corner, biting down his finger and gazing down at the floor, “Anything?”

“Nothing,” replied Demetrius, doubtfully. He stood up from Michael’s office chair, that was the only thing that Michael had black in the office, “So, how was dinner with your brother?” he asked tentatively as Michael slumped back down in pure exhaustion in his chair, “It went fine.”

“And we are one hundred percent sure that he had nothing to do with this?”

Michael sighed, “I think.” He groaned, “I don’t know, Demetrius.” He rubbed his temple and closed his eyes, “This is a disaster. I just wish I could put Pitch out of the way.” He shook his head, “But I need to know how he got out.” He glanced at Demetrius with worried eyes, “I’m hoping Timothy can knock some answers out of him.” He chewed on his bottom lips as he looked at his computer, the video at a stop, “If I can’t get anything out of Pitch, I am going to put an end to him in the morning.”

Demetrius felt his heart thump as he heard that. He was sure that Pitch couldn’t be extra lucky, “You are going to kill him?”

Michael nodded, “Yes. Around noon. Won’t be a showing or anything. I will go in there and slice his neck. I’ll make sure beforehand he’s not a shapeshifter or some illusion.” Michael’s head was going in circles over and over again. He had never felt this stressed before...well, not that he could recall.

Demetrius placed his hands behind him, “I guess I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” He paused, looking at Michael’s upset face, “Is there anything I can do?”

Michael shook his head and smiled, “You are too kind, Demetrius, but no. Have a good night's sleep.”

Demetrius smiled back, but it was a pained one, “You get some rest.” He opened the glossy door and there stood Ashley, her hand reaching for the handle.

“Demetrius!” she said. She walked past him and into the chilly office, “Michael. So, you wanted me to narrow down the suspects. I would recommend looking into everyone, each sidekick, especially the angels.”

Demetrius went back in, grasping Ashley’s hand, “You have a puzzled look on your face, dear. What’s wrong?”

Ashley bite down on her lips and said, putting her other hand on top of his hand, “I was looking through the videos in the basement throughout the time of Pitch’s days here. Remember when Sara was knocked out on the forest floor when of Pitch’s death? We never understood that, and when I watched the video, I saw her going to the basement.”

Michael glanced up, “She was seeing the sword.”

Ashley nodded rapidly and explained, “The thing is, I never saw her at the sword’s room that day.”

Michael swayed his head side to side, “No, Sara, she would never.”

Demetrius remembered watching the video with Sara asking Pitch for a second chance, “Sara wanted Pitch to have a second chance—”

“My daughter would not have done that.”

“Then why was she unconscious that day and where she said that she went to the sword when there is evidence she wasn’t in that room that day,” remarked Ashley.

Michael scoffed, “Maybe she lied …” he stopped short. He knew when anyone lied to his face. “But she guessed that where she was...she said that she never went there.” He glanced up in horror, “My daughter, Sara, she wouldn’t think of letting him out.” His mind barely could wrap around what he was even saying. But somehow, part of him knew that he taught his daughter to do what she believed the most. But she was five. No, she had to trip when she was...when she was what? He never understood why she was in the forest that day and remembered as if that day was yesterday when she woke up, she was confused. “Did you see her go to the basement?”

Ashley sucked in her cheeks and nodded, “No...but she was headed to the elevator when all the cameras glitched.”

He did remember there was a glitch on the camera that day, but he dismissed it as a malfunction. Even in the modern world of the Heroes’ Headquarters, their technology had malfunctioned. Damn it, Sara. “I will talk to her...tomorrow.” He had high doubts that his daughter helped Pitch escape. He knew his daughter was smart, but doing something like that without a flaw, that wasn’t Sara.

“Why don’t you talk to her now?” inquired Demetrius, seeing an anxious strain on his leader’s face.

“She’s asleep,” replied Michael, feeling his heart skip a beat.

Ashley chimed in with an edgy chuckle, “Sir, I highly doubt that your daughter has nothing to do with this. But we need to explore every opportunity.” She grasped Demetrius harder, and in her other hand, she had some files and a flashdrive.

Michael wanted to spite back everyone here always trying to blame his daughter for something, but Ashley wasn’t. She never had done that and looked at Sara almost like a mother figure towards her. He sighed heavily, “I understand.” He placed his fingers on his head in a dreaded expression, “I can talk to her now if you want.”

“No,” said Demetrius, “Let her sleep and most importantly, take a break, Michael. I know you are the most amazing Archangel, but everyone has their limits.”

Michael laughed exasperatedly, “You’re right about that.” His mind went to the death of his sister. He was sure that was Lucifer’s breaking point. “Thank you so much, Ashley and Demetrius. Sleep well.”

Ashley and Demetrius nodded in respect and left the silence-filled office, leaving Michael in his comfortable chair in wonder.

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