On The Run

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

We dragged our bags into the small motel room, on the border of North Carolina and South Carolina. Once all the bags were in I sat on the edge of one, of the three beds, and looked at my parents. "Talk." They both sighed, but still walked forward towards me. They sat on the edge of the opposite bed side by side. I twisted 90º to face them. I crossed my legs and looked at them expectantly.

The silence dragged on until mum spoke up. "We're not your real parents." My heart stopped beating. I stopped breathing. They weren't my real parents. "But we don't love you any less."

I stayed seated, I started breathing again and just kept staring until they told me everything.

Mum spoke up, "Ok. It all started when the CIA, put me and your father on the project. You see, you were an..." she trailed off.

"Spit it out, I can take it." I glared at her. I didn't mean to sound rude but I needed answers.

"Experiment. You were created by the CIA. Your genetics were carefully picked from the best agents. Making you smarter, quicker to learn, physically inclined, and most importantly, the look of an agent. beautiful but discreet." She stopped and gulped. She must've been one of the agents they took genetics from, it was her chocolate brown eyes that I had, and now that I thought about it I had my dad's blonde hair. Before I could over think, she continued,

"The plan was to train you, like an agent, from a young age. The CIA figured that if they could have a agents ready to go out onto the field by 18, then the agents would be smarter, faster, younger, better looking, better for spying. It was a sick plan, but it was either go along with it or get uspended. So we went along with it, but we were the head of the project. We couldn't take it. Knowing that this was all our doing. So at the age of 1, right before your training started, we took you and left. We first went to LA, but when they tried to find us, we continued moving. Until you were 4 we didn't have any permanent residence. When you were 4 and a half, we decided to start fresh. New names. New identities. It meant that it would be easier for you to grow up normally, without the CIA chasing us all the time. Sure they kept looking, but there was nothing to find. We were supposed to tell you on your sixteenth birthday, but they got to the punch before us. I'm really sorry Kastella. we really should've told you earlier, but we just didn't want you to grow up thinking that you weren't as good as the other kids, or you weren't as naturally gifted as the other kids. Kastella, please don't be mad, we still love you. We always have."

I got up from my place on the bed and paced across the front of the room. I turned back around to dad for information, or John, "Is this true.?" He looked down at his feet and nodded. If it was thenI made a mental note to address them as Megan and John from now on. Sure they were still my parents, but with the truth now arising, it didn't feel right.

I continued pacing for about 3 minutes. I thought maybe if I kept moving, then the room would get bigger, but it seemed to shrink even more around me. I couldn't take this. This silence, their eyes trailing on me, the claustrphobic environment. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted my backapck. I grabbed it and stormed out the door. Into the cool air. It slammed shut behind me, I had no idea what I was doing but I needed some space, somewhere to think this over without their preying eyes on me.

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Hey guys,

So, this is a short chapter. It pretty much just explains how Kastella was created and a little more about her siuations. Her emoitons and all that. Ok, this is a rewrite since I accidently deleted the first one. Oops. But it was originally a short chapter anyway, so not really missing out.

Ok. until next chater.

~xxmickey