Famous Last Words

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

“So, tell me about yourself,” Damien started.

“Well, my name is Skye,” I began.

“Haha, very funny,” he retorted.

“I wasn’t done yet,” I shot him a light- hearted glare.

“Continue,” he gestured with his hands.

We were sitting on the floor of my living room, snacking on popcorn.

“I was born with these intense sky-blue eyes, so my parents named me Skye. Though my eyes aren’t blue anymore, I still like my name. I’m an only child, and my parents died about four years ago…that’s why I live with Mary,” I popped a few pieces of popcorn into my mouth and started chewing.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did they die?” Damien reached into the bowl of popcorn.

“They were on an airplane to visit my sick grandmother. It crashed, and no one survived. My grandmother was my last living relative, believe it or not. She died shortly after, forcing me into the lovely world of foster care,” I continued snacking.

Damien nodded, “simple life story you got there.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I smiled. “Your turn!”

“My dad left my mom and older sister before I was born. I still don’t know who he is, or anything about him,” he stated simply.

“Older sister?” I questioned.

“Yeah. A lot older. She has graduated college, married, and has long since forgotten about us,” he stared into space with a sad look in his eyes. “It broke my mother’s heart. It’s just us, now.”

“I’m sorry,” I spoke quietly.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. Now what did you want to ask me?” He raised an eyebrow.

I launched into an explanation about the shooting, and how I’m training with the ACI. Mr. Henderson agreed with me: he would be perfect for the job.

“-and we need a few agents to go undercover in the gang. Will you do it?” I finished, looking up at him hopefully.

“Where the heck did all of this just come from?” He stared at me in disbelief, “Sure, I’ll do it. But still- talk about random.”

“Really? That easy?” I thought he would need some coaxing.

“Why not? Sounds like fun,” he replied.

“I had a whole speech planned out and everything,” I fake pouted.

“Well, you don’t need it. When do I meet this Henderson guy and start training?” He asked me, grabbing for more popcorn.

“Uh…tomorrow after school should be good,” I answered.

It was Thursday, now. One more day until the weekend. I was almost through my first week of school, and boy was it going slowly.

A knock at the door startled me and I got up to answer it, only it burst open. The men that had chased me a few days ago stepped into the room, grinning wickedly.

“My, my. Look who we have here,” one taunted.

A frazzled Damien glanced at me.

“Skye? What’s going on? Who are these people? Why are th-”

“Shush!” Another man hissed, whipping out a gun.

Damien silenced immediately, but stood and walked over to me.

“Aww, does little Skye have a boyfriend?” One of them men said in a baby voice.

“Well, are we going to converse or are you going to do something?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I wasn’t scared of them. I don’t think they realized I have a gun wedged in my back pocket.

“Skye! Don’t taunt them!” Damien whispered in my ear.

“Damien, back up,” I hissed back.

He obeyed and took a few steps back. I pulled out my gun, aiming it at the first man. The one without the gun.

“Crap, she’s got a gun,” one of the man said, shuffling nervously.

There were only two. I could handle this.

“Put the gun down or I’ll shoot,” I nodded at the man pointing a gun at Damien.

“Why don’t I just shoot him?” He tried.

“Yeah, that will really make me not want to shoot your…henchman,” I took a few steps closer and pressed the gun to the man’s head. “Put the gun down,” I ordered. They both gulped.

“Uh…” He glanced at the man who’s head was at the tip of my gun.

“Five,” I started counting. I saw his eyes flicker from his gun to his companion. “Four,” I continued. He glanced at me and then his gun. “Three,” I cocked my gun, raising an eyebrow. “Two-”

“Fine!” He dropped the gun and raised his hands. I nodded at Damien to grab it.

“Both of you, in the corner,” I demanded sternly.

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