Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 16

*Marie's P.O.V*

I stood in front of the boys with my gun still poised up, towards them.

I gutted out one hip, and took a deep breath, ready to begin a recap of the last 2 years of my life.

"My parents didn't meet at a bank, and they weren't security guards," I said, to Zayn specifically.

"They were spies. Like the ones in the movies. They were like you and me. They lived double lives too," I started. Yeah, this is a good place to start. My parents. It all started with them.

"They met when they were told they had to complete a mission together. They fell in love, got married, blah blah blah, and then I was born," I said, watching each boy's face. They all had that same curious look, written upon theirs.

"My parents were extraordinary spies. They would go out and actually have to fight these bad people, that to the normal society, didn't even know existed. My mom and dad were ranked really high as being considered 'the best of the best' spies," I explained.

"I was a normal teenager. I used to text constantly, go shopping with my friends, and live without a care in the world, like most other girls my age. When I was 14, my parents explained who they really were to me. Something changed that day. I knew that I became more...responsible...you could say. I was living with 2 spies as parents. Rarely nothing went under the radar," I informed.

"When I was 15 I became more gradually aware of what being a 'spy' was all about. My parents told me all about their missions, and all their accomplishments. It was as if I was a child who was listening as my parents read me a book, before I went to bed," I continued.

"My parents had taught me self defense skills, just in case anything were to ever happen to me. They tried to keep their work life and me, very separate, though. They taught me to fight a little bit, and I thought it was cool. Just cool. Not anything more than that. I didn't think my fighting skills would be of much importance to anyone other than myself, and my parents," I frowned to myself.

"But that changed. On my 16th birthday, John Doe-as he prefers to be called-called my cell phone. I remember wondering how he even got my number. He asked me if I was ever interested in doing what my parents secretly did for a living. I never really thought of becoming a spy, but I tried it. I thought it would be like a little game. I was wrong," I stated.

"I was trained, hard. I was sent out to do missions by myself. John said that by my defenseless look, I was bait to any rapist or criminal around. I would go to clubs, regardless of being under aged, and lure in the strangest of men. Almost like you," I smirked, glaring at the boys.

The boys looked distastefully at me, but kept their mouths shut. I took that as the cue to continue speaking.

"Then I would either finish the men off myself, or I would hand them off to someone higher above me. It almost sounds like a secret deal, now that I think of it. I suppose it kind of was."

Liam suddenly raised his hand like he was in school. I think this was his way of not talking out of turn.

"Yes Liam?" I said, like an impatient teacher.

"What do you mean by 'finish the men off' exactly?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Kill them," I answered.

"Oh. Okay," Liam replied, as the color slowly drained from his face.

"Where was I?" I paused for a second, before I could remember.

"Well, I was a good spy. The best for my age, actually. Now this all leads back to my parents," I recalled.

"They were on this case that John Doe gave them. It was their toughest mission. They were after a man named Daniel Middlefield. This guy was a lean, mean, killing machine, with absolutely no mercy. He would demolish each one of his victims. He absolutely opposed the spy agency I was apart of. It was my mother and father's job to stop him. Put an end to him. Kill him," I said.