Alex

Chapter One

Chapter one

SLAM!! I hear as a person smacks a manila folder in front of me, on the table. As I raise my head I hear a ringing in my ears. I can't remember anything... I don't even remember who I am. I notice my hands are hand cuffed to each other behind my back, I feel a migraine coming on. My eyes start to focus on what's happening. I look around the room and see concrete walls surrounding me, there is a medal door with a small window on the left side of me. Sitting in front of me is a glass table. I finally come into realization that I'm in an interrogation room.

A man walks in the room and sits in front of me, only the table between us. The man that's sitting in front of me is very handsome, his triceps and biceps are perfect, not too big and not too small. His eyes are as blue as the sky, his hair is blonde and short. He wears a black t-shirt with jeans. His face has very defined features. He looks like he is about 25 years old.

"Why are you in here Alex?" The man asks with pity in his voice.

I guess he was referring to me. "Firstly, I don't know why I'm in here and secondly, who's Alex?". He sits there for a second looking at me, but then he moves his hand and
places a Manila folder in front of me exposing pictures from a crime scene. I see a woman lying on the street, she has long blonde hair. She wears clothes that are very preppy, something like a sorority girl would wear. I take a second look at her and realize she is lying dead. Blood on her and on the ground. It looks like she was shot in the chest. I start to panic. "Did I do this?", I ask myself. I feel like I know this girl, almost like I've known her my whole life. Finally something comes back to me. "I remember her. She's Emily," I take a breath while a tear strolls down my cheek. I stumble along the words that I can't gather. "Her name is Emily Janister. Sh-She is 19 years old, she is my sister."

"Do you remember anything that happened at the crime scene?" he asks.

"I don't remember anything. I don't even remember who I am!" I told him, tears running down my face. "Did I do this?" I ask the man.

"I believe that you didn't, but you were there at the time, so you are a suspect." he tells me, "since you don't remember who you are i'll show you your ID's". He places a wallet in front of me exposing two cards, I look at them and see a picture on both, one of them is a driver license, the person that is on it is female. She has long brown hair that's wavy. She has hazel eyes. My name is Alex Janister. Wow great name. I am 21 years old, but I am suppose to turn 22 on June 21. "What day is it?" I ask. "June 28", he replies. I see another ID. And it has the same picture, but instead of a driver's license it's a secret agent id. "What the? I'm a secret agent!", I exclaim, jumping out of my seat, but failing, because I forgot my hands were cuffed.

The man gets out of his chair and walks towards me and helps me up. "Well, since you don't remember anything, you won't be of much help." he grabs my arm and walks me towards the office desks. The building looks very nice, kinda like an office building you would see in the crime movies. He places me in a chair in front of a desk. I read the name that is on the desk. James, that must be his name. He walks behind the desk and starts fiddling with some papers and places them on the desk. I look around to see a a wooden desk across from his, my name on the name tag. That must be my desk. I look back at the guy, he takes out a pen and clicks the top of it.

"My name is James, and since you don't remember anything, I am your partner." James tells me as he starts to write stuff down.

"What are you doing?", I ask James.
"I am filling out a paper that I have to do every time I arrest someone." He tells me. After he tells me that there is an awkward silence between us.

Trying to break the awkward silence I decide to ask him a question. "So, what do I do?" I ask sitting in my chair uncomfortably.

Not paying any attention to me he says, "you work on cases undercover that are highly classified." Cool.
James' phone rings. He answers it. After a while he gets a serious look on his face. "Thank you, sir." he puts down the phone, and gets up. "come on, we have work to do." He unlocks my hand cuffs. I stand up and follow him out the door and into his car.

We travel into the city with an awkward silence between us. I decide to break the silence, "sooo, why did you unlock my cuffs and how long have we known each other?" He parks on the side of the street in front of an apartment.
"Because my boss told me you are not a suspect in the crime and we have known each other for about two years." He gets out of the car and walks to my side of the car and opens the door.

"Thank you. Where are we?" I ask him, trying not to touch him while I get out of the car.

"We're at your apartment" he tells me. "You need to pack. We are leaving the country to catch someone who is trying to plan on killing the president. We call this someone Rader. His real name is Chris Devio." he tells me.

"Oh." I say, shivers going down my back.

I look at my apartment, it's beautiful on the outside. It has red brick with white pillars and pots of flowers on each side of the white door. I walk up the stairs and turn the knob to see if the door is locked. Unfortunately it is. "How are we gonna get in if my apartment is locked?", he places his hand in his pocket and takes out a key. He puts the key in the knob and opens the door. I get excited to see what MY apartment looks like. In shock it's just as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside. James walks up the stairs to a door that is opened.

"Wait, if this is my apartment how do you have a key to it?" I ask kind of freaked out.

"You forget where you put stuff all the time, so you gave me a key just in case you lost yours, and you..." he mumbles at that last part. I walk in and find a cute little apartment house thing. I have good taste in housing decor apparently. He walks me to my bedroom and grabs a suit case out of my closet and places it on a queen sized bed. The bed looks so comfortable, it has a silk blanket laid across the bed with tons of purple pillows. I walk in my closet and see a ton of clothes. I don't know what to pack so I just grab huge amounts of shirts, dresses, and pants.

I walk out to the living room with my suit case to see James laying on the couch with a pillow under his head. "I'm ready." I say sheepishly. He gets up and fixes the pillow to where it was placed before.

"Ok. We just need to find where you store all of your weapons." he says searching around my apartment.

"Um, okay..." I say, just standing there not knowing what to do. He pulls down a book on a bookshelf and the shelf opens to a secret room with all kind of weapons. I drop my jaw in amazement.