The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 5 I Don't Get Butterflies!!

I woke up and I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. Then I remembered what happened. The plane crash, something hitting me in the head and the others. I couldn't have been out for very long since the fire from the explosion was still burning. As I tried to get up I found myself unable to move due to some of the wreckage laying on my legs. I could still move my feet so I knew that I wasn't paralyzed, but I did see some blood from where I was sitting.

I tried to lift the large pice of metal off of my legs but when I moved it even the slightest bit, I felt it dig into my shin even deeper.

Well I guess that's where the blood was coming from.

I tried to lift it in another angle, but I got the same result as before.

I mustered up all of my remaining strenght and ignored the pain in my leg, as well as the one in the back of my head, and lifted and pushed the mother fucking metal crap at the same time. I let out a loud scream of pain when the wreckage slowly lifted off my legs and deepened the already deep wound on my left shin.

When the wreckage was fully off my legs I slowly got up feeling kind of dizzy, but I just ignored that feeling.

Come on K. You have gone through a lot more worse than this. You can handle this.

After my little pep talk to myself I started looking for the flight recorder that almost cost me my damn life.

Stupid Agency rules.

After a while of searching I found it a few meters away from the plane wreck.

As I picked it up, I got back up a little too quickly and felt a piercing pain surge through the back of my head. Suddenly I started feeling even more light headed and dizzy than before and the next thing I known I'm on the ground and I distantly hear someone yelling something.

Come on. I was almost unconcious, how would you exept me to know what and who was yelling?

Have some sympathy.

Brett's POV.

Everyone was arguing about what we should do and if it was even possible for K.C. to make it out of that explosion.

I just tuned them out and was lost in my own thoughts as we walked towards the plane wreck. It was still a few kilometers away from us, but you could make out more details than about half an hour ago.

I wasn't as worried as the others, 'cause I knew that she had to had made it. She has been through a lot worse than this, and if the rumors were true, then I know a little plane crash wouldn't kill her. But don't get me wrong, I was scared shitless that she might be dead.

My toughts were interrupted when I heard a blood freezing scream of pain. We all looked at eachother and than took off running towards the wreckage. We were nearing it and in a few minutes we reached it.

There she was. She was still alive.

"She doesn't look so good." Tyler said and as she reached down for something and was just getting up, but she seemed kind of unsteady.

Seconds later she fell down on the ground.

Unconscious.

"K! Hey, K.C." Brooke yelled as she ran to her side. Christian did the same and they kneeled down beside her.

I quickly ran to her side and looked at her unmoving body.

"Do you think she's dead?" I asked. But that turned out to be a stupid question.

"Yeah, Brett. I just came back from the dead to haunt you." She spoke in a super sarcastic voice.

Well I guess even she can't be knocked out for more than a few minutes.