The Conan Wave

Chapter 1

As soon as I got home, I opened my door, dropped my stuff and plopped on the couch, groaning from the aching pains coming from my body. Today the cafe was really busy, I don't know if I can keep doing this anymore. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I'm so tired." I tell myself.

"That's what I would expect from you." I hear someone chuckle.

I look up to see, Mathew, my best friend." Who is you?"

He rolls his baby blue eyes." For a smart girl, Lisa. I'd expect you have to have an amazing memory." I nod, not caring what he has to say about me being smart.

I dislike it when people call me smart or when they compliment how smart I am. It's not that I'm being modest, it's just that compliments make me feel uncomfortable. I don't know what to say and I feel like I have to compliment them back.

"Hey, Mathew," I ask. He stops blabbering and waits for me to continue." I got a goldfish."

He raises an eyebrow. I shrug and sit up on the couch. He walks over to my fish bowl on the coffee table. "Oh. I didn't see him. I didn't expect you to get one after what happened to your first goldfish, Gerald."

I narrowed my dark brown eyes at him. "Excuse me? Who was it that overfed him?" He shrugged innocently, making his golden fluffed up hair bounce a little.

"Whatever. So what's this little guy's name?" He asks lightly poking the fish bowl.

I look at the fish and smile slowly making it's way onto my face. " I'm think of Walter or Seth."

He chuckles."At least your not cliché with the Bob's, I like Seth. He looks like a Seth." I nod approvingly.

"So, why are you here?" I ask standing up. He looks at me and rolls his eyes and stands up to his 6 foot height. Making me look up at him slightly.

"I have a letter for you, Mr. Potter." He says in a perfect British accent. He takes out the letter and gives it to me.

"Okay, here is the thing. One, copyright. Two, I'm a girl and three, my last name is not Potter." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh, and what's this letter for?" I ask waving it around in the air.

He laughs awkwardly. "So I have a friend of mine who works for the government. And I told him about you. And he looked you up and background checked you and he thought you seemed perfect for this upcoming project they had planned and offered you a job to work for them."

I said nothing, I kept my face blank taking this information. We sat in silence until I jumped in place, placing my hands on my hips. "You did what?!" He smiled grimly. I sighed frustratingly. "You can decline the offer you know." He said softly. I sighed again and sat back on the couch, lightly skimming the letter.

"So what's the project about." I asked. He scratched the back of his head. "I don't know. He said that if you want to know what the project is about open that letter and if you don't burn it or give it back to me. But don't throw it away. I'm guessing it's a top secret project, I don't know." He says glumly.

I nod and then ask. "So whose this friend of yours?" He shrugs. "His name is Henry. I met him at college when I was around your age. He's a year younger than me, though." He then walks to the door but stops and looks back. "I have to go to work but let me know if you do decide to take the job, okay?"

"Okay." I wave him a goodbye. He waves back and smiles cheekily, his single dimple making an appearance. As soon as I hear and see the door shut, I immediately look at the letter for anything suspicious.

The stamp is cute. It has a seal on it. I randomly tried to make a seal noise. I furrowed my eyebrows and mumbled to myself. "No, that doesn't sound right." I cleared my throat, preparing to try again. I screeched. I frown. I sounded like a screeching pig. What was I doing again?

I look back down at the letter. There was no window it didn't have a return address it just had my name. I flipped it over and scoffed a laugh. It said "Top Secret Project Of The United States Of America" in black bold letters. I look at the door. This better not be some kind of prank. If this dude really works for the government, I hope that they don't trust him with any secrets.

I stared at the letter for awhile. If I open this letter, then I'm going to be involved in whatever this project is and I don't think they'll let me go once I know. I thought about it. "Fuck it." I said and I opened the letter. If I choose not to do it then I can just burn it and no one will know. I opened the letter and some power like substance came out.

I coughed furiously. Damn, I inhaled some. I felt my eyes droop. Have I been drugged? This better not be cocaine, because I'm not about that life. I felt myself sway. I feel like I'm on a boat, not that I've ever been on a boat. I hear a loud bang and I see my front door is on the floor, ripped from its hinges.

"Lisa Maxwell, I knew you'd fall for it. Okay, boys bring her to the lab! Haha, I've wanted to say that."
The blurry turd like figure said.

I stand up sluggishly, I was about to fall when I fought myself on the couch. "Who are you?"

He walks towards me. "How rude of me not to introduce myself. So I'm Henry."

"Okay. That powder that came out of the letter is weird, I feel like a sloth mixed with a cow." I giggle a moo. "This is some good shit." I gasp. "Oh no, my mommy is going to kill me because she said not to do drugs because they are bad. I'm sorry." I start fake crying.

"Okay guys, get in here seriously she is starting to annoy me." Henry said as some men in black came and grabbed me and one placed me over on his shoulder. "Henry," I yelled and he looked at me, or at least I think he did. "Bring Seth!" He cocks his head to the side and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. I started getting frustrated for some reason. "Get Seth. There is only one Seth in this room, Henry!" I yelled angrily.

I hear one of the men clear their throat and his deep voice say. "My names Seth." I nudged the guy who is carrying me over his shoulder to make me face this dude who calls himself "Seth."

"No, it's not." I say.

"Yes, it is." He says back.

"No, it's not." I say again.

"Yes, it is." He says again.

"No, it is fucking not. And I swear if you say it is, I will snap your dick off and feed it down your throat."
I said monotonously. His eyes widened fearfully and he grabbed his balls and walked out the door, but before he did he pats the dude carrying me, whispering a good luck before quickly leaving.

"Let me down, please. I can walk. I think the drug is wearing off." I scoff. "It was a weak drug anyway, you can't knock me out that easily." I laugh to myself. I see Henry give the guy who was just carrying me, a 'you've got to be kidding me' look.

I realized this was my moment to escape. I start running randomly. I ran into a surprisingly, warm wall. "This is a warm wall." I say out loud. I hear a chuckle resonate from the wall. I look up to see Henry. "Henry, you've become a wall! How? I want to be one, too." He smiles. I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. He takes out his gun. Don't tell me he's planning on...I back up slightly. "You hit me with that and I'll k-k-kick your ass." I mentally curse myself for stuttering. He smiles innocently, you can't miss the excitement that is swirling in his hazel-brown eyes.

I felt a pain on the right side of my head and felt myself fall to the floor. But before I went completely unconscious, I didn't miss hearing Henry childishly say,

"It's just like in the movies!"