Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp.5

As I forcefully pushed opened the doors of the NSA headquarters I knew I wasn't going to just be able to waltz in here and just ask for agent Hexs; especially not after the way I pushed the doors opened and had a look on my face that clearly stated 'move out of my way I have someone I need to kill'.  As I fastened my pace I could see agents getting ready to pull their guns out at me and others were starting to chase me and before I knew it I was running like a chicken with it's head cut off. Everything was pretty much a blurr from all the anger in me and everything just happened way too fast. I jumped over the front desk, dodge a bullet or two by chance, kicked some agent in the groin and laughed at his agony, and was able to knock another agent's gun out of their hand grab it and dash for the stairs.

 Some other idiot in my position would have chosen the elevator thinking that they won't have to waste energy dashing through the stairs, but really they were entering their coffin because they could easily kill them at that moment. I grinned just picturing some idiot riding the elevator and getting shot in the spot. Stupid imaginary idiot, LOL!

 I quickly and forcefully pushed open the door to the next floor and I crawled on the ground keeping myself from being spotted easily. Then I saw the three most beautiful words I could imagine right now on a wooden framed door and my grin widened to its full extent. The door read Special Agent Hexs. I kicked the door open using all the anger in me. I saw the baffled look on my brother's face. I was trying not to laugh because he looked like an idiot, but I was much too angry to laugh at him. His baffled look suddenly turned to normal and then to a cocky smirk. I wanted to beat that smirk off his face so badly. He leaned against his leather chair looking pretty smug. My fingers began curling into fists and I could feel the blood rushing through my body filled with anger.

"Finally! I see you have come to your senses and decided to come willingly. Here to confess once and for all?" He asked casually as if this was an everyday thing or at least he saw it coming. Too bad he was terribly mistaken.

I pounded my fist fiercely on his desk. I pounded it so hard he even jumped a little and a few of his things fell instantly on the ground. I wanted to smile or smirk evilly but voted against it since I wanted and needed to show my anger at its full extent.

"Listen up Mathew!!!," I yelled with all my might, "you will not ever again in your horrible twisted life threaten my friends like you and your goons did today. I am so sick of you accusing me of murder, but I live with it since I know that I didn't kill that man, but barging into my house and threatening innocent people is just unacceptable!!!" I glared at him extremely pissed off, and I felt my eyes darkening more and more just recalling this morning's incident again and again.

"Are you done? Because if you have not noticed you are in the office of an agent of the NSA and I should let you know I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it on you." He said, his smirk getting a little bit wider.

I didn't look away from him as I put my hand on my back and I slowly pulled out the gun, I had taken earlier from one of the goons and had hid it on the inside of my belt with my shirt swiftly covering it, and I slammed it on the desk still keeping a hold of it. I never took my eyes off of him not even as he looked at the gun with his face full of shock and asked where I had gotten the gun, knowing very well it was from one of his fellow agents.

"No! I'm not done!," I said answering his previous question ignoring the gun question, because honestly that wasn't important right now, "I will prove that I didn't kill anyone, but I'm not going to prove this to you or to the government, or who ever the hell wants to know. I am doing this for myself and for my friends. I will not let you or your goons ruin my or any of my friends' lives!!!" I yelled once again still feeling the anger boiling through my blood.