Trapped in life

Chapter 4

Huh....... My eyes slowly open but I couldn't make anything out. It was a blurry vision. Gosh, why I let myself get brought down. I should have been alert 24/7, but I wasn't....

"Glad to see you up"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Whoa, relax.... I'm guessing your still under the influence"

"What the fuck, why would I be under the influence.... I haven't have one drop of alcohol today"

Then I gather my thought and try to remember what happen before I blacked out. All of my senses like what I smelled, felt, see, thought, etc.. At the same time my vision was getting clear. I slowly could make out who was standing right in front of me, while I was handcuff to the chair. It was a guy who was fairly cut up with decent size muscles. He has blue eyes with blonde short hair. He seem to be in his teens around 16.

" Wait .........you guys fucking drug me"

"Well, we had too"

"Why did you guys have too? we work here clearly if you guys wanted to talk about something, all you got to do is ask"

"Listen Ruby, You have been working for us for 5 years now and we know that if we ask you to enter the integration room then you wouldn't have gotten violent and especially from hearing the bad news......"

" *sigh* I guess that's true.... What's the bad news"

"I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you since you were one of are best agent and you have save this world and our asses so many time that I can't believe the information they dug up about you. It actually hurt me to know that this could be true. Out of everything you have done for us......"

Well, he went on and on about it with  out even telling me what the bad news was. As he was giving a speech that would last a hundred years, I manage to slip a paper clip into my hands and when I felt through the hand cuffs I notice they were melted close and that when I realize they weren't planning to let me out any time soon. Only way to unhand cuff me as to break it open with a chain cutter or something. Shit, I must have done something terrible.

"Dude, I can see your the good cop but can you hold off the speech about whatever you can't believe I did and just tell me what it is"

"Um......."

Then a guy walked in, as soon as he was going to speak. The good cop and me had are eyes on him. The guy  seem to be in his early 20's, I'm guessing 21. The best way to describe him I guess is imagine a bad boy in a suit. He's definitely the bad cops. I always hate the bad cops. All they think about is that if you act mean and aggressive then you'll get the answer you want or if you act sweet and kind you may get the answer you want (good cop) but that depends on the person getting integrated. What I don't get is why there is a good and bad cop but never a cop in between. Honestly, they both are great person if you met them out of work but then they make an acting seen which doesn't help much. If they truly know me then it's all a waste of time.

 "Thank you agent Diaz, I'll take it from here"

After he said that I knew he was the bad cop. But I couldn't help it, I just laugh my ass off. It was so funny how they believe this method would work. But the two guys stare at me like what the fuck....... why she's laughing. But shortly soon Diaz left the room and the bad cop sat where he sat with a folder.

"Look, Ruby I'm not going to be your friend and I'm not here to plays game. I get what I want and it won't ugly."

I just burst into more laughter.........

"What the fuck is so funny? Do I seem like a clown to you?"

"Honestly, yes you do and I didn't realize I was laughing out loud.... Just the whole situation just seem hilarious. But I'll just see how this go"

He slam his fist onto the table and lean forward to speak. I didn't even flinch. Clearly, he was going to do that. There is usually a pattern in the bad cop, good cop scheme. The good cop get sent in first and the bad cop comes in after, so eventually either you give the bad cop what he wants or if the bad cop see that you prefer the good cop then they send in the good cop and you tell him.

"This is not a fucking game! Do you think its funny for what you have done? Because It's not a joke and the only one I see laughing is you!"

" Well, yea its a game. You guys are acting the role of bad cop and good cop dual, that only works in movie not in reality. So where's the camera an director?"

"Real cute......"

"Thanks, but seriously what the fuck did I do to be under extreme lockdown?"

"Your not in extreme lockdown"

"Oh so handcuffing my hands together while melting to lock so no one can open it with a key or something then the same with my feet. Then another handcuff with on end to the chair and another to the handcuff connected to my hands. Then the same to my feet but you guys added another pair to the table. Don't you think that's a little extreme?"

"No, I don't. Your an evil mastermind who belongs on death rope and we have enough evidence to do so...."

"What the fuck is your problem? I have no idea what you are talking about..... Shit! I don't even understand why I'm here in the first place"

He laid some pictures in front of me on the table. It was me and my partner talking to someone, murdering people, and I never seen those kind of people before, plus according to the outfit they are our enemies. As I analyze the photo I know they were real but I know then some one was framing me.

"That's not me"

"Yes, it is. That looks like you, sounds like you, and act like you"

Then agent Diaz brought in a television. Then the bad cop played a video.

"Yea, but that doesn't mean that's me. Like what the fuck! Those are our enemies so why the fuck will I even do business with them. Hey, if you guys know how I speak, how I move, and look like to a T then it possible for some reason to study me and frame me, which is fucking creepy if you ask me"

He stood up and slam is fist on the table again, while pacing back and forth giving me evil glares here and then, while he spoke to me like I'm a fucking criminal.

" That is you, don't try to make excuses for what you have fucking done. Don't play stupid that's not going to work for us. I knew this day was going to come, since the day you began to show up to work more and taking risker challenges that almost had you kill. All that just to show that you will do anything for your comrades and agency. Sorry sister but It's not working with us"

"You know what fuck you.... If your going to keep thinking that's the plan then screw you and don't you ever call me sister again because we aren't fucking siblings. Like you don't even know what fucking happen before I began to do that and guess what I can give a fuck about this stupid agency fill with nothing but asshole. I feel sorry for those who actually don't deserve to be around assholes like you. I didn't even do that fucking shit and keep playing the bad cop role, its not working for me. So, since what ever I fucking say wont change my situation then what's my punishment? Death? painful? quick? simple? What I get kicked out of the agency? Oh, wait or I'm going to get torture to give you information that I don't even fucking know?"

"Well, those are all punishments I agree too but according to the boss its not enough evidence to do that so she said you will be release but under a constant watch and if we find further evidence the clearly states the you are involve into the whole scheme with our enemies then you wont even want to know what we will have in store for you"

"Look, I don't give a fuck, I rather have you guys kill me an cause any pain you want to me, I don't give a shit and honestly I had been dead long time ago. what ever you guys can't break something that's already in ashes. "

Then the bad cop stepped out of the room and a bunch of other agents came in to unhand cuff me which is retarded since I wasn't even going to do shit and if they expected to let me go then why the fuck hand cuff me like this. I'm telling you I'm surrounded by retards.