"Are you going to talk or not?" Nikolai questioned me as if my life was on the line. It sure felt as if it was, and really, I much rather be dead than tortured.
"Please don't do this." I begged.
"Then tell me... please." His demeanor changed from harsh and cruel to soft and gentle.
"They were planning an attack on the russians, I mean, you."
"And?" He pushed for further info.
"That's all I know. I promise! Please, don't hurt me." Tears break through my eyes.
"Fine. I belive you, for now that is." He pulled away from me and looked me up and down. "How old are you?" He asked.
"Sixteen..."My answer was more like a squeak.
"You're a child... Look, I think I know how I can help." He smirked.
"Please don't touch me." I figured that he was going to force himself onto me, by the way he looked at me.
"What? No! You are too young." He shook his head. "No, I could offer you a job." He smirked.
"A j-job?" This was the last thing I expected. "What kind of job?" Is all I could say now.
"An agent, we need a double agent that already knows the ropes. You in?" He asked.
"Hell yeah! As long as you don't force yourself on me..." I laughed nervously.
"Good, come with me and i'll show you to your room. Tomorrow i'll pick you up from your room and i'll tell you your mission." Nikolai grabbed me by the arm and took me to some random place in the headquarters. There was a long hallway of rooms. There I was pushed into a room that was labeled B201. "It has a bathroom, small stove, and a bed." He told me then handed me the key to the room.
"It's that easy?" I asked with an odd look on my face. "It's that easy." He then left be to it.
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The Contractor ( Darker Than Black )
FanfictionContractors changed after the war between them and humans. Emotions ruled their bodies, and new rules were enforced to keep equality in the states. This is a story of Elizabeth, a young contractor who goes through a life as an agent in the CIA, but...
