The Lie's Secret (Spies)

Bloody Pain

Coraline's (Bailey) P.O.V:
"You... have some explaining to do."
I'm not getting out of this. Should I lie? No, they are spies too. It's not like they haven't been through this too. They wouldn't tell a soul. Except for the agency. We never really liked the agency. They don't care much, even though they act like they do, I remember growing up...
"Cora! Get over here immediately!" Headmistress yelled. I run through the halls after hearing her horrid voice through the speakerphone. I reach the office door, ready to knock until the door opens and she drags me inside.
"You're 10. You should know better than to go into the chemistry room. You know what Antonio said? Huh?" She asks knowing the answer herself, "he told me you pushed the gas button, it released gas into the lab, now half of our scientists are missing!" She spits in my face. I stand straight, like I was taught.
"I'm sorry ma'am." I plead looking at the floor in shame.
"Look at me!" She commands, I look up and notice she is merely inches from my face. She lifts her fist and punches me in the jaw. I can't feel my face. Tears threaten to spill from my face, while I glare at her eyes. Looking through her glassy eyes, I see pure hatred in mine. She can't know she affects me. "God, you're so fucking useless!" She says tugging my ponytail. I scream. "I'm sending you back to the headquarters. They can send you back to where they actually need stupid children. The fact you screamed gives you an F in every class. Have you forgotten the lesson I gave everyone about not showing your pain, you failed." She says smirking. She's the type of person you forget easily. Those faces that can't stick to your head. Her face is blurry but her actions would stick with me forever.
She is the reason I hate showing emotions. I fear that she'll come for me, to tell me that I failed again. The way the Headquarters and Agency's work is that every agency has a school for boys, and for girls (1 each, 2 total) and I was sent to the best one, the headmistress just hated me. And only me. She sent me off to the one I'm currently connected to, but they focus mostly on the professionals because they'll start the real deal, officially becoming spies. Hopefully I'll never see her again.

Sadie's (Tia) P.O.V:
I'm getting worried. She looks like she's seen a ghost. Lexi snaps in her face. No emotion. We wait another minute. I grab her hand. I squeeze above the hand a little. Cora snaps from her trance and stares straight at me. I feel a warm thick liquid pool in between my fingers. I look down. Blood. I panic and search Lexi's face for answers.
"What did you do?" She asks staring in horror at Cora's bloody arm, now her sweater sleeve was soaked. Lexi zoned out too. I have no idea if it was meant for me or for Cora, but I sure as heck am freaking out for both of them. Cora gets out of the car. I glance at her. She was wobbling on the cement. Holy moly! Her feet couldn't stay put onto the ground and you could tell her head was spinning because of the fear and shock in her eyes. I look to Lexi for help but she has no emotion whatsoever. I glance at Cora once more to see her fall to the ground, hitting her head hard in the process. I scream.

Alexia's (Sierra) P.O.V:
I can't. This can't. It's Deja Vu. The day they killed my sister. They drugged her. There is so much an 8 year old can take. Talk about overdose. I was only 5. The scary moment flashed into my head once again. It was only a birthday party. They told me it was powder to make the water taste better. So I poured it in her drink, the amount they said. Boy did I want my sister to feel special. I put in more. The whole jug of drugs, actually. I killed my own sister, at age 5. The shock of my parent's face scarred me forever, until they got shot that same moment. Blood pooling around them, like a person in the sea. I stare at my palms.
"What did you do?" I ask myself. I look at Cora. And back into my deadly hands. I killed someone so easily, and after that killing people became a habit. I've done it, I've seen it been done to people dear to me. I regret that day walking into the toy store asking why the Barbie doll was missing a piece, so I snuck into the back, only to be greeted by people doing drugs and smoking in a freaking toy store. I knew smoking was illegal in a building, so I reported it to the police at that age. They thanked me and informed me that I was a good citizen. After that, I found out that everything there in the back was illegal, and the police put 2 dealers in jail. I walked home proudly, unaware I was being followed and stalked. They killed my parents, to see me in pain. A tear slides down my cheek. Nobody deserves to witness that.
I hear a scream in the distance. I ignore it. How? How could I have been so stupid? Sure, I put 2 people in jail but I killed 3 by myself. Sure, I put them in jail... but there was always a jailbreak. Spirits can not be revived. I went to the people that speak with souls, it worked for about 5 minutes, but the spirits left the stranger's body and went back to the afterlife. After the meeting, the magical person comes up to me to say that I have interfered with their path, so they lost their way and are now lost souls roaming earth in an unknown building. I went to my family's grave that night and I saw my sister crying while sitting on my mother's rock. I walk up to her and she pulls out a gun. A real one. I freak out screaming until I see her point it to me. The head of the gun was facing her and her facial expression looked pleading. It looked like she wanted to escape. Walking up, I look at the gun. It looked so real, but it was see through. If only I could help her undo all my mistakes. She motions me to hold out my hand. So I do. She places the invisible ghostly cloth into my hand, and looks into my eyes. A tear slides onto my hand. She removes her hand and the gun turns into a real one.
'You made the mistake, you get to undo it.' My head says, in my sister's voice. So I do. The ghost looks at me pleadingly. Staring at my parents through the dirt, I sigh. I need to get my sister back up there. If I don't, I heard stories of people getting haunted after they have seen a ghost, and I don't want to put my 8 year old sibling back up there and let her rest from my jerkiness.

Sadie's (Tia) P.O.V:
I feel dead.
I look pale.
And so does she.
Both of them.
If I don't do something I'll die internally.
A guilty pain shoots through me.
I feel like I've been shot.
I've been shot before.
This was so much more painful.
Who knew?
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A/N
This is somewhat of a cliffhanger. And this is also a short chapter. The next chapter will be longer.
-Alexandra