Chapter 8: 2.2 – Part of Me ~ Throw your sticks and your stones. Throw your bombs and your blows. But you’re not gonna break my soul.

*Part of Me by Katy Perry

 

Kate was the nickname most heroes called her, Katerina was her Russian name and Kathrine was the American name that most people confused her with. She preferred her real name or her nickname. She walked into a cafeteria that had tables spread across the spacious room. She went to the buffet that lay before her. Should she eat salad again or be bad and go non-vegan?

She took a bowl of avocado salad, thinking of all the animals being slaughtered for meat, and shivered at the harsh thought. As Kate sat down, her friends swarm around her, asking how her date was and commenting on how well her nails were polished. Her friends needed to get a life and go somewhere else—but Kate did enjoy their company. She saw in the corner of her eye, that her bodyguard was leaning against the wall, her harsh glare looking at them. Kate didn’t know why her bodyguard was watching her now.

As Kata ate through her salad and answered all the questions with a real smile, not fake. Everything she did wasn’t fake. She wasn’t fake. She made sure of it. When she became famous fifteen years ago, she always had to find her identity well and never sought to be the fake girl who had a fake smile, with a fake life. This was her life. If Kate didn’t like something, she would tell someone. Kate was a true woman to herself.

As she finished her salad and excused herself to go to her room, she saw two familiar faces walking toward her. She nearly jumped up and down with joy and she tossed her bowl into the trashcan. Kate ran towards her two brothers' open arms. “Ricky! Demetrius!” she cried out. They all embraced each other for a while, enjoying seeing each other and hugs that they didn’t have for months from each other.

Finally, Kate said excitedly, “How was England?”

Her oldest brother, Ricky, answered happily, “It went fine, although we found out that one of the Queen's guards was helping the villains. We tracked him down, who almost killed a duchess. Man, I mean that villain was so close to killing her.”

“But the duchess is okay?” Kate asked in amazement.

“Yes, she was traumatized afterward, but I think she will be fine.” Her tall brother replied.

“You didn't tell her that we existed and all that, did you?” asked Kate.

“No, we just told her we were spies of the Queen,” replied Demetrius. “She believed us I think. Don't you think Ricky?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Ricky agreed.

“How was the tea there?” said Kate.

“Amazing, you have to come to England with us the next time. It was so fun, Kate, you would've loved it,” Ricky said.

“Maybe next time, if Michael allows it,” Kate sighed, wishing that she didn’t miss the adventure they had together.

“The next time I will be having a word with Michael,” muttered Ricky.

“Don't threaten an archangel,” warned Demetrius. Something caught his eyes and he left them two alone.

“Did you do anything fun?” Ricky inquired, putting his heavy weapon bag on the floor.

“Had more demons try to kill me and my boyfriend!”

“I heard of that when I came here, are you hurt?”

“Of course not,” muttered Kate. She glanced at her best friend, and whispered, “Sara’s taking her job too seriously.”

“She cared about you, that’s all.”

“I know...”

“Do you want to die? Do you have a death wish or something?” Ricky scoffed. The scoff was more of a protection emotion. He didn’t want his sister hurt—or worse, killed.

“I wish she could know I can protect myself,” sighed Kate, crossing her arms. “I am the third-best fighter here.”

“Michael wouldn’t have done this unless he thought it was important, and you being the most wanted on the villains...you need some protection, sis, and I need to unpack and then I and Demetrius need to write down what we did and what happened on our mission,” Ricky answered, seeming to not want to do all the paperwork and unpack. Kick back and watch some football. He patted her on her shoulder and ruffled her hair, “See ya, sis, night.” He grabbed his heavy bag and walked out of the cafeteria to the main room, going to his bedroom that was up on the second floor.

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Kate let out a smile spread across her delicate face. It was so nice to have her brothers back. She missed them—she ached to have gone with them to the mission, but Michael wants her to be careful since all the demons decide to make their move in killing her—unmercifully.

The beautiful sidekick walked up the stairs and into her small, homey bedroom and took off her sneakers, wiggling her toes. Kate sat down on her soft bed and let a relieved sigh. There was some part of her that was fearful that her brothers wouldn’t make it back. But they were strong and could protect themselves...but she worried as a sister.

Kate flopped down on her back and stared at her fan which went in circles over and over again. As she was entranced, she thought of herself as a spy, which was hard, since her face was known to all the villains around the world.

Kate’s mind trailed to her fame and how to keep her status perfect and her reputation nice. She was the girl that love the attention, but she didn’t want to be the ungrateful girl. She was never ungrateful for her fame and for being one of the most famous heroes around the world. She never understood why her brothers were not as famous as her. They were popular, but she was like a celebrity.
I did put a mark on Lucifer...agh, still unfair. She tossed a pillow over her face. She hated being wanted by the villains, but she was willing to take the burden from her brothers so they would be safer.
But, I wasn’t the one who made the Demonic Disease, my parents did...but I guess what comes around goes around.

***

Lucifer Morning-Star poured himself dark coffee and sat on his desk, sipping his black coffee. He crossed his legs as he started to read the email: Hey Lucifer, I am looking for a suitable person to be spies among the heroes to help our task along. I miss you, I know we won’t be able to see each other for a while, and emailing is dangerous for our cover to blow, but you know who this is!

Lucifer smiled, he knew who this was. Thomas Pitch. He deleted the email and erased it from the internet and the world by his powers with a flick of his finger. He leaned back in his chair, as he felt hot steam coming down his throat.

He put his feet on the desk, groaning as he rocked his head back in exhaustion. A clock parallels him on a wall ticked on and on.

“Hey,” Elena said, walking in the door without knocking. She sat on the desk, set her cup on the desk, and refilled it from Lucifer’s coffee mug that sat on the desk, “Ready for today?”

Lucifer sighed and stood back up, “No. It’s been years since I’ve seen him.”

Caliber's footsteps echoed through the hallways and he entered Lucifer’s office, “Jackson set the tables, and Vera is already started cooking.” He chuckled, “I put Cerberus in a torture den, in case Michael plans anything.”

Lucifer put down his mug, tracing his names written on it, “I highly doubt he will. I am more interested in what conversations we will have tonight. I haven’t seen him…” He choked, “Since the first anniversary of my sister’s death.” He gripped the desk and dug his nails into it.

Before he knew what was doing or even thinking, he flung his desk, it flew up in the air and crashed on the floor with a loud bang. The coffee sprayed everywhere, hot liquid steaming the carpet and splashing against the walls. The mugs broke and the desk was still intact. Lucifer’s computer was cracked in half and the telephone smashed into pieces.

“I am going to kill his fucking sidekick Kate and all his fellow friends that join this fucking stupid dinner,” he kicked the wall with force, the wall plastering.

His friends didn’t even flinch, “We know the plan, Lucifer,” Elena said. “After the desert, when you pull out your knife, we will go into the kill. Although, Michael won’t fall for your dinner event again.”

“I don’t fucking care,” hissed Lucifer. “I want Katerina dead.” His eyes flared angrily and he collapsed to the floor on his knees, tugging at his hair, feeling so much pain. He felt stabbed over and over again with guilt and hurt.

Elena bent down. She didn’t hug him. She didn’t touch him. She knew better than to do that, “Lucifer, it’s going to be okay.”

Lucifer breathed out, hot breath coming out of his nose, “He saw her last before she died in my arms.”

Caliber knelt in front of his companion, his hurt friend, “Lucifer,” he began. He sat down, facing him, “Please, don’t hate me, but it’s time—to move on.”

Lucifer glared at him, even Elena went white with shock. She stared at him, waiting for a horrible outcome. She saw him clutch his jaw and put his hands into a ball.

The Devil stood up, Caliber expected to meet his face with Lucifer’s hand. Lucifer walked towards his window and said with a heartbroken cry, but no tears came down, “You’re right.” He turned his head to   Caliber’s stoned face, “I just…” He trailed off, Elena and Caliber not expecting him to finish the sentence, “All I just want is to know why she went to Michael instead of me.”

Elena stood up slowly and walked toward him, stepping over the broken object and going to her broken friend. She put her hand on his shoulder, “Hey, you know we are always here for you.”

Lucifer didn’t even turn to greet her gloomy face. He stared out of his window he so wanted to break. He wanted to feel pain besides the one swirling in his body.

Elena inhaled and glanced at Caliber before she said, looking back at Lucifer, “Some mysterious are best unsolved,” she replied ever so softly, her hand gripping Lucifer’s tensed shoulders.

Lucifer stared into the vast empty, clear blue sky. He bite down on his lower lips hard, until his skin cracked and blood ran through his lips into his mouth. The taste of sweet, tangy iron blood ran down his mouth, but all the Devil felt was bitterness. He whispered ever so quietly before the clock struck ten, “Is this one though?" 

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