I huff at Chris taking a sip of my water. He had managed to calm me down with the help of Cindy. I told them of my newly found memories to which Chris face went pail then back to colour again. He looks at me his brown eyes staring into my soul as his eyes grow dark. He gets up and leave, heading for the stairs.
Look at who is upset, I'm the one that should be. I was betrayed. I watch him go upstairs his back muscles moving under his thin shirt. He turns and look at me with apologetic eyes, then he was gone.
"He'll be fine," Cindy assured me taking the empty cup from my hands. She brings it to the kitchen her ponytail bouncing with every step she makes. I'm left alone in the living room by myself with the television still playing the show. I cast my eyes on widow. Challenging, fierce, almighty yet still she had so many enemies. Her childhood wasn't the best and that's why her present received such fate. Her future unsure of by herself, but so sure of by herself. Complicated. Life.
I run a had through my hair. It stops half way through the tangled strands. I sigh. I'm no better than widow my childhood wasn't so great. First mom then dad. I remember it so keenly, everything up until I was about sixteen. Everything after that a blur.
Mom took me to this park every Friday after school. It was her way of spending extra time with her princess and treating her for doing well. One day mother didn't pick me up after school though. It was so late and I was getting scared, plus worried. Mother was never late to pick me up. But, that's what hurted. I which she was late instead she never turned up. Dad picked me up from my teacher's house late that night. I knew something was wrong. I didn't attend school and mother never came home. Dad who was always so busy with work never left home, instead he spent time going through a lot of documents. A few months later mom still didn't turn up,we had a funeral for her without the body. After that day everything changed. No more parks, more time with dad, bus picked and dropped me off at school, plus lessons. Not lessons enhancing school, but defense with guns and body. Everything was so scary, and...
"Are you okay? You look distant," Cindy says. Her hazel eyes gleams with fake worry, as she strides beside me and takes a seat. Betrayal, I could smell it. After all haven't I been betrayed enough.
"What would you like to do?", Cindy asks, turning to face me. I stare her in the face. She works for the agent doesn't she. She knew when Santa and his men were coming. Santa knew her and she even called me agent. She knows who I am, right?
"What do you know about me?", I ask her.
"Nothing much just what's on your file," she responds.
"Do you have it" She lifts her brows, her top teeth find her bottom lip.
"Yeah, why?"
"I want to read it, an Chris'own too"
"Every agent knows what's on their file-"
"Except me every memory is like a blur since the car accident"
"Car accident?"
" Yeah that's how I went into a comma. You didn't know? A car crashed into the car I was driving and sent it flying in the sky, opening my skull in the process. I lost a lot of blood-"
"That's what they told you?", She said looking puzzled.
"Yeah, Christopher," I respond. She nods her head once a smirk reaching her lips afterwards.
"I'll get the files for you, wait here," she says then moves down the hall. She enters the same room she did about a hour ago. What's in that room?
I sit there in silence looking at the now blank television.'That's what they told you?', what was that supposed to mean. Isn't that what happened?
Sweat trickles down my cheeks. I can't go in a cell I just can't. The lashings, I can't get them again.
'Tell me your father's plan , tell me', I shuddered. I was so little yet life was so cruel.
"Here they are", Cindy says placing some papers in my lap, before stalking off with her phone. I read through the papers.
' Avagay Brown
Family: Unknown
Age: 20
Joined agency at Seventeen trained for one year before joining agency.
Specialized areas: teakwando, combat, poison, seduction, scaling buildings, stalking and knives.
Agent's Status: Rogue
Completed missions: One hundred and Two
Failed missions: Exclusive 5.0
Fatal accident: Nearly died due to a car crash, went into a comma.
Achievements:
Best teenage agent for the year.
Completion of mission Exclusive 2.0
Completion of One hundred Missions
Best female teenage agent for the year.
Completion of mission exclusive 1.0
Award of appreciation.
Graduation from training.'
' Christopher Elis
Family: Chevone Elis
Age: 21
Joined agency at sixteen trained for three years.
Specialized areas: Karate, combat, shooting, scaling buildings, sniper, stalking and intelligence, currently learning bomb.
Agent's Status: Rogue
Completed missions: One hundred and Thirty- two.
Failed missions: Exclusive 5.0
Fatal accident: Broken arm and Car crash. '
Achievements:
Best teenage agent for the year.
Best teenage Agent for the year.
Completion of mission Exclusive 2.0
Completion of One hundred Missions
Best leadership Award
Best male teenage agent for the year.
Leadership award.
Completion of mission exclusive 1.6
Best male teenage agent for the year.
Completion of mission exclusive 1.5
Award of appreciation.
Graduation from training.'
"You two were so good, especially Chris. I never understood why he went Rouge," Cindy says looking over me on the papers. She moves from behind the sofa and sits beside me. "Do you know?", She asks looking all innocent in the face.
"No," I say as I Shake my head.
"Why did you go rouge?" Good question but I don't know that either. I don't remember my late teenage years.
"I don't know; my memories"
"Oh," she says then leaves the seat. Great! I have new questions and sir grumpy won't give me any answers. I run my hand through my hair yet again, for it to get trapped in my hair. Darn hair. The image of me in my short hair comes back to mind. I sigh. I reread the papers in hope to find something new.
In a couple minutes Cindy came downstairs all dressed in black boats, leather pants and jacket.
"I'm going shopping. I'll be back," she says grabbing the keys from the key holder. Her heals click along the floor to a rhythmic beat, which her hair flows to. She opens the door, sending me a smile, then she left.
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Mission Semi-Complete ✔
ActionIn a world that decisions makes your life, which is full of betrayal, lies, truth... Rogue agents live. Avagay a survivor of coma challenges herself to recall her memories. She battles within the world of forgotten memories trying to put the pieces...
