Opposites Attract

Chapter 1: The Mission

Alexis' P.O.V.

"Passengers for Airline Flight #360 heading to Forks, Washington may now go inside the airplane."

NO!!! I was just about to beat my high score on Flapping Bird!

Talk about worst timing. Frustrated, I tore my eyes away from the screen only to glare at the speakers who made me die. After a few seconds, I stood up yawning and stretching my tense muscles from the uncomfortable seat in the waiting room. I grabbed my luggage then gave my passport to the security guard outside of the airplane. He looked in his mid 40s with a big moustache covering his upper lip. He furrowed his brows, squinting at my passport in concentration.

"Abby Carpio?" He asked in a deep, sleepy voice. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. His breath reeked of  coffee and dare I say, a hot dog? Somebody is in bad need of a breathmint right now.

But instead, I replied "Yes sir." He stamped my passport halfheartedly then gave it back to me without a second glance. I mentally shook my head in pity, is that how the security is nowadays? He didn't even check if I had any weapons in my pockets or something, not that I'm complaining. I don't think that he can run the hallway for his life, he thinks he is so tough. I can already tell he wears that badge with pride not reponsibility. I sat down in a better-quality seat near the window then plugged in my headphones once I heard the engines running. With Avicii singing in the background, I looked outside as the airplane gradually accelerated off the ground. As the city looked smaller and smaller and the clouds got bigger and bigger, I let my mind wonder to what I was doing here and why.

My name is Alexis Cervantes. 

I know I know, why did that donut-eating security guard stamped a passport to 'Abby Carpio'? I guess you could say I like keeping my identity a secret. Or more like NEED to keep my identity a secret. I work for a TOP SECRET government organization (we call it S.E.R.V.E.D) that kills mythological predators. Now before you go all bananas on me that mythical creatures don't exist, let me explain to you why you and I think differently on this topic. Me and a group of other chosen people would go travel to different countries all over the world killing these unnatural predators first hand. So we would see it with our own eyes, smell it with our own nose, and hear it with our own ears. S.E.R.V.E.D is very good of covering up their tracks and any evidence they happen to leave behind. We would burn up the bodies, leave a computer virus to all the footages, and enflame all the files. Heck, even the President doesn't know about these creatures. That's why you have no evidence to support you if you do happen to believe in them-in which you are correct. Recently, I have been assigned a mission to go to Forks, Washington which I heard wasn't a very popular place. I remember how Commander Miller (or as I like to call him, Danny) assigned me with the mission.

5 Hours Earlier:

Crack.

I turned around with my bow and arrow ready to fire. I peered through the rainforest setting, ignoring the wild monkeys call and bugs humming in rhythm. Suddenly a hologram of a cyclopse came charging toward me like a bull. I let go of the arrow which landed on his forehead a centimeter away from his eye. Soon I was surrounded by cyclopses with only 20 seconds to finish them off (Yes, we were timed in the practice room). A few dead bodies later, I was facing a deserted rainforest setting once again. I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned around towards the exit. A loud, piercing scream filled my ears and I found out that I was screaming along too, but in pain. I covered my ears with my hands feeling warm blood ooze onto my palms as I fell on my knees. With barely enough energy, I grabbed an arrow with my hand then threw it to the source of the noise. Dead silence. I opened my eyes to see a gray hooded body on the ground along with the cyclopses, a banshee. Weird. I set the practice room to cyclopse training. I got up with my bow and arrow still feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins.