The Purple Children (Book 1 of the Purple Chronicles)

Chapter 3: My Death

Chapter 3: My Death

One of them knocked once again, “May we speak to Ms. Boston, please?” one of the men in tuxedos asked. From the fit of his suit, you could easily tell that he worked out. I couldn’t tell what his facial features were like; he wore sun glasses, even though it’s cloudy outside, both of them wore sun glasses actually which only made them look even more suspicious. I could tell that I couldn’t trust them, plus from what my brother had told me, I had to be more cautious.

Our teacher looked at me, “Ms. Boston you are needed outside.” our teacher pointed outside, giving me the hint that I may go talk to these strangers. I didn't want to go. I was totally in shock. I was paralyzed, stuck on my seat. I tried moving my legs but they just felt like gelatine, very wobbly.

I looked from left to right; my classmates were staring at me. My heart was beating fast, sweat dripping from my nape to my chest. Different thoughts ran through my mind. ‘What shall I do?’ I asked myself. I breathed in and out, trying to show no fear. I tried moving my feet once again. It wasn't easy, but I was able to.

“Ms. Boston, you can go,” our teacher said one more time. He was getting impatient. He doesn't want things to have to be told twice.

I stood up from my chair slowly, and I tried to look calm but courageous. I put a serious face on, trying to walk straight, hoping they wouldn’t notice my body shaking in terror. I had never faced terror before, even during training. My mom never threw knives at me. When she left us, I didn't train much more often than I was used to. I tried to balance school and home. I tried to train my levitation skills too, but the largest I’ve ever levitated was Bryce. He only floated for a few nanoseconds and my nose bled, so I dropped him from mid-air, which was also the last time I tried it on people.

“Please bring you bag, this may take a while,” the other guy in the tuxedo said. He had a more serious tone, like it was all business for him. He was older than the other guy, much older. He had wrinkles on his forehead, greying hair, but still fixed like those guys in the 90’s movies. I followed his instructions and lifted my bag. I exited through the back door and waited for them to speak their business. I forced a wicked smile, like I was some kind of psycho who might kill them. It didn’t intimidate them, so I stopped.

“What can I do for yah?” I stuttered. There goes looking courageous. I was smiling, but my eyes were twitching and my hands were shaking from terror. I couldn't control them; this was the first time I was faced with real danger.

I tried to examine them closely from head to toe just to get an idea on what I am dealing on in here, two men in tuxedos, one was younger than the other, a 20 year difference maybe. The one who knocked on the door was the younger well-built one, maybe around he’s early thirty’s, he was perfectly tanned for a guy who wore sunglasses, his hair looked fashionably acceptable despite the use of hair gel, and a diamond earring on his right ear. He might be married; there was a ring on his left ring finger which I just noticed.

The older guy, definitely around his fifty’s, looked more professional and respectable, although he’s suit looked old and worn out just like him, his aura says the opposite, I sensed that he was a well-respected man, that I just can’t joke around with. I tried to look at his fingers for any signs of marriage but he hid them well behind his back.

“Ms. Boston, I’m Special Agent Cooper and this is Special Agent Roth. We are from the CIA. Is there any place where we can talk privately?” the older guy asked, emphasizing on the word privately. I tried to think under the pressure, but this was just too much pressure for me to handle. I was stuttering right now. They could smell it; they could smell my fear.

“There’s the uhmm... the back parking lot,” I pointed at the opposite direction I am facing, “if that’s uhmm, what’s on your mind.” the back parking lot was perfect to confront these guys. Only a few cars were parked there because it’s farther from the main entrance, and only the cool kids hang out there when class ends, so no one can see me kick these guys’ butts, or see me get killed. Either of the two, I didn't want to make big fuss about it.