A New Identity

Chapter 7

I groaned loudly.
My head was throbbing in pain and I didn't have the energy to move.
I was lying on a bed, covered with blue sheets, and my head was propped up in soft pillows. I sat up, trying to figure out where I was.
My brain replayed the events that had happened to me in the last hour, but how did I get here? All I remember was calling out for help and then I blacked out.
But where was Ben?
Had the attacker got him too?
What if he was hurt, and the attacker was waiting for me to wake up and then he'd kill me?
My heart raced with horrible possibilities, and I shut my eyes in horror.
I winced slightly.
I was in so much pain, and I could hardly think.
Then my arm jutted out and hit a sharp corner of the bed.
This was the same arm that had been shot.
And the sharp object which had poked me, reopened my wound.
Blood gushed out in a river of red. Pain shot straight through my body, causing me to gasp.
I thought I was going to die. And I did the only thing I could do.
"BEN, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Silence.
Oh this is it Venice, you'll die. Just sob quietly until you take your last breath.

Just as I finished hoping, Ben burst through the door.
Oh my.
To say that I was relieved and happy was an understatement.
He looked at me.
"What do you want?" He asked harshly.
"Ben, my arm.." I pointed to my arm, small tears escaping my eyes.
His face changed. He became concerned and his expression softened.
"Venice what happened?"
"Bullet hole opened, blood out, too much pain." I stuttered, the pain becoming unbearable.
Nodding his head, he sat beside my arm, which was sprawled across the bed. He placed his two fingers on my wrist, which caused me to shiver involuntary.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
I nodded.
He moved further down my arm, and squeezed the wound.
"Ben what are you doing?!"
Reaching beside him, he picked up a medicine kit. He opened it and got to work.
I don't how or what, but by the time he had finished, the pain in my arm had gone. Relief washed over me and I smiled at Ben.
"Thank you." I reached over and surprised with a hug. He stiffened at my embrace, but nevertheless he returned the hug.
"Ben, what happened when I blacked out?"
It was about time somebody started to explain what was going around here.
"Your attacker ran off, and I managed to get you time before he hurt you even more." Ben replied.
"What about Chris?"
"I don't know, I searched the whole
house." "I think he's been kidnapped."
My jaw opened in horror and shock. Chris kidnapped? This can't be happening! No one could have known we were spies.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"We can't tell HQ, we've got to solve it ourselves."
"Why?"
"If we tell HQ, Venice, Mr. Greynolds will just make us go back and we'll never find out where Chris is."
I nodded. It seemed like a pretty goo idea. But them again my head was throbbing, that I couldn't handle Ben's explanations.
"So what do we do next?" I looked at Ben. He seemed to be in deep thought.
"We'll clean the house up, and then we'll evaluate everything and everyone in the school."
I nodded.
"Let's go then."
"Are you sure you're better?"
"Never could've been any better."
•
It takes approximately two and a half hours to clean the house, between Ben and me. That's saying a lot. When we finished, we both landed in a tired heap on the sofa, with a two laptops, each one on our laps.
"So any good at hacking?" Ben said and smirked at me.
Hacking? Please. I was born for hacking.
"Yeah, I'm totally a pro." "Why?"
"Well, let's see if you can hack into Hillview High's school database!"
I leaned back into the sofa, feeling like I could do anything. I typed the school's website and navigated my way to the login page. I racked my brain for a teacher's name until Mr. Willon came into mind. I typed his surname, and attached my special hacking program into the program. A series of codes appeared on the screen. Expertly I typed in the highlighted letters and numbers. Grinning widely, I pressed enter. I had just hacked into the school's database!
"Oi, see I told you I could do it." I pointed at the screen, and Ben's eyes widened.
"How-
"A hacker never reveals her secrets."
Ben dismissed my joke, and pointed a bar at the top.
"It says school records there, press on it." "We might get information on the bad kids at school."
I pressed the bar at the top and waited for it to load. A photo of girl with auburn hair and green eyes appeared.
I froze.
Her name read, Tiffany Jemma Beach.
"Ben this was the girl that got attacked today, but I -
"Yes I know but what were you going to say?"
"The guy who attacked her called her Jemma, but clearly it's Tiffany."
"Maybe he got it wrong."
"But he most be close to her, if he knows her middle name."
Ben shrugged.
"But what happened to the girl when I left?"
"She said she got attacked, but apparently the teachers never believed her."
I frowned. "Why?"
"Apparently she's done this before."
"But surely she must have- Oh I don't get this."
"Just search her files."
I turned back to the laptop. I clicked on her full profile, which outlined her criminal and school record. And the next few things I read, made me frown in horror.
Tiffany Jemma Beach
Forename:Tiffany
Surname: Beach
Height: 5ft7
Crimes:
Assault. ASBO. Public unrest. Underage drinking. Underage smoking.
I whistled. She was one violent girl.

I clicked on a different section, curiously.
And what I saw next made me freeze for the third time day.
It was him. Again.
A picture of him stared back at me. His hair was black highlighted with a dark shade of gree. And oh my his face was covered with four piercings.
And underneath it read.

Tyrone Merri
I snorted. The guy was far from being merry.
"Ben, look at this!"
Ben teared his eyes away from his laptop and looked at my screen. His eyes widened when he saw a picture of Tyrone.
"He's the guy who hit you right?"
I nodded.
"What's he doing on the school's database?"
I clicked on his profile. I skimmed past his criminal record which was full of violent information.
At the bottom it said,
INTERNAL EXCLUSION until 03/03.
Which meant he was returning back to school in less than a week.
But what had he done to get excluded?
And why was he after Tiffany?
And I thought people like them hung out together. I was clearly wrong.
"We'll make sure not to run into them, okay?" Ben reassured me after seeing the scared look in my eyes.

I really hope so.
I don't want to get hurt again.