Spy Academy

Ch. 7 No, genius, she's turning into a fucking zombie.

Ch. 7 No, genius, she's turning into a fucking zombie.

(Chasity's POV)

30 minutes. 30. Freaking. Minutes. That's how long we've been waiting for Damon's men to get the famous Miss Rolland Crane to this comfy van and join our humble group. Note the heavy use of sarcasm in there.

I was getting extremely annoyed by Chelsie's non-stop chattering, and Mia was being very quiet, reading a chemistry book.

That chick is a nerd through and through!

'She did WHAT?!' said Damon suddenly, looking alert, and scaring the crap out of me. 'Do whatever the hell you need to do, knock her unconscious, inject serum in her, just as long as you bring her here alive.' He ordered.

'What's wrong?' Mia asked, finally looking up from her book.

'Rolland's putting up a good fight - as expected. And she's not giving up.' He sighed. 'If she's not with us when we get back to the academy, the High Ranks will have my balls.'

'Why, exactly, does the academy need Rolland?' I asked. Since she is indeed a gang leader, she could be a danger to our lives. Mine especially. 'I'm pretty sure they can find another person, right?'

'That's where you're wrong, Chasity.' Damon said. I grunted when he called my full name.

'How many times do I need to tell you to call me Chase?'

He decided to ignore me. 'The academy NEEDS a person like Rolland - experienced, fearless, doesn't mind killing, knows how to lead people, determinated, and a hell lot more qualities that made her such a great gang leader. Even though what she's leading is wrong, we need someone like her. The ones that weren't doing anything illegal but were chosen to be trained to be like Rolland, ended up either killing themselves or had a mental breakdown.'

Then all of us were quiet as we digested that piece of info.

I guess I didn't realize how long I've been in planet Mars, cause the next minute I knew the van door opened and a huge guy (are all of these guys on steroids?) was carrying a girl in his arms.

'You have no idea how strong she is.' He said in a gruff voice.

'No I don't.' replied Damon with a small smirk.

'Why's that?' Mia asked, cocking her head to the left. The action reminded me of a puppy.

'She took on all 25 well-trained agents by herself. Some of them dead.' He said.

Holy shit! She's strong!

'That she is.' Damon said. And only when he said that did I realize I'd said it out loud.

'Well,' the huge dude said with a grunt, 'here's Rolland. I'm going now. Bye.' He went back out before slamming the door shut. I looked around to see where he'd put Rolland.

Apparently, he thought the floor was the best place.

I started to inspect her.

Geez, I sounded like a fucking lesbo pervert. Nothing against lesbians, considering the fact that I used to be bisexual. I'm straight now though.

As I looked at Rolland, I saw that there were frigging ropes tied around her hands and feet, a few bruises were seen on her skinny arms, since she's wearing a plain black short sleeved T-shirt.

Judging only by her looks, you'd never guess that she's a gang leader and is capable of taking down huge - I'm just assuming here - guys by herself.

And she can also make any straight women turn lesbo for her. Not that I plan on doing that.

Then Mia broke the silence. 'Why isn't she struggling?'

'Because,' Damon explained, 'the guy you'd just saw had drugged her.'

'Sooo, she's not dead?' Chelsie asked. I'm starting to think that her being a cheerleader has dumbed down her IQ.

'No, genius, she's turning into a fucking zombie.' Sarcasm lacing my every word.

Then - as unbe-fucking-lievable as this sounds like - a look of horror came over Chelsie's face. 'Really?! OH. MY. GOD! SHE'S GOING TO EAT OUR BRAINS!' She shrieked.

'Geez, calm the hell down Chels.' Kelsy said, covering her ears.

'Yeah, drop the act, Chelsie.' Damon said annoyed.

'Okay,' Chelsie said,' I was just trying to see how much tolerance Chasity has.' She finished rather cheerfully.

I looked at her dumbfounded.

'THAT WAS ALL JUST A FUCKING ACT?!' I shouted.

'Yup,' she replied happily, popping the 'p'.

(Rolland's POV)

I was starting to gain back consciousness when I felt whatever I'm on, starting to jump up and down.

Then I heard someone talking.

'Sooo, she's not dead?' An extremely feminine voice asked. But as feminine as it sounds like, it's still annoying to me.

'No, genius, she's turning into a fucking zombie.' Another female voice replied sarcastically.

Now I can't see whoever that voice belongs to, but I already like this chick. I seriously just wanna high five her for saying that.

'Really?! OH. MY. GOD! SHE'S GOING TO EAT OUR BRAINS!' The same annoying voice shrieked.

'Geez, calm the hell down Chels.' Another female voice said.

'Yeah, drop the act, Chelsie.' This time it's a male's voice saying it. It's kinda...sexy, actually. And it sounds annoyed.

'Okay, I was just trying to see how much tolerance Chasity has.' The same annoying girly voice - 'Chelsie' - said happily.

'THAT WAS ALL JUST A FUCKING ACT?!' The same sarcastic voice shouted. Though now it sounded incredulous than sarcastic.

'Yup,' The annoying girly voice said, popping the 'p'.

Once I was sure that whoever that group of people weren't looking at me, I started to wiggle my wrists and ankles around, feeling something that felt like ropes tied tightly around them.

That motherfucking kidnapper.

Since I had been kidnapped a lot of times before (I lost count at 53), and my wrists are pretty flexible if I do say so myself, I knew what to do to loosen the rope without it looking like that.

I used first my left hand's fingers, then my right ones, to feel where the knot is. After finding the damn knot - which was located on my right wrist - I used my left index finger and thumb to pull at the loose end, making it looser after a few tugs, and wiggled my wrists around slightly to further loosen it.

Once I was sure my hands were free, I pretended to be still knocked out. Or drugged up in my case.

Rule #2 when being kidnapped: Don't let your kidnappers know that you're free of the restrains. I've had my fair share in being both the kidnapper and the one being kidnapped. Trust me, when they know you're free, they'll beat you till you pass out to tie you up again.

After an hour or two - what I'm assuming here, cause it sure felt like it to me - the alluring male voice spoke.

'We're here,' he said, just as what I now know is a car of some type, stopped moving.

Then I heard the car door being slid opened, and I was once again playing Princess and Prince Charming with an unknown stranger. Translation for dumbasses: I was being carried in someone's arms.

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Elloo! How are ya'll?

Sorry, again, for not uploading in such a long time, but from this moment on, I'll try to upload every Saturday (if I have time, that is).

Also, some of you may think of me as a huge bitch for doing this, but after every upload, I'll set a goal of fans and votes I want till the next chapter, cause NO ONE ever comments. I need the comments to know what you guys think of the story and the votes for letting me know how many people like it.

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