Spy From Heart

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The cold metal surface of the chair scraped my back as I twisted and turned to hope to get out of the deathtrap that caged me. The cuffs of the metal chair clenched tightly onto my wrists and ankles making it burdensome for me to get out. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as I tried to wrench myself away from the chair but it was no use; the chair was indestructible whether I kick, punch, twist, turn or even scream for help. It was then when I realised I'm in a whole load of trouble. And no, it's not the I'm-grounded-for-life or I'm-failing-maths sort of trouble, I mean the I'm-about-to-die-alone sort of trouble and that my friends is tragic. Very tragic. I let out an agonising shriek in defeat when I hear the faint sound of footsteps giving me hope so I try again.

"Hh-ee-ll-pp! Aa-nny-b-ody?" I call out for the last time in the hope that someone would hear me. It was only then when I realised how raspy and dry my voice sounded-no one would be able to hear that through these thick walls. My parched throat continued to shout pathetically until all that was left of me was a small whimper.

Looking around the cold empty room I tried to improvise in finding a new strategy to escape-I'm not going to give up now-I'm sixteen for god sake I have a life to live! My neck strained as I searched frantically for a way out. There was no hope - the room was dark and deserted with no windows only thick claustrophobic walls which caged me in - it's times like this that I wished I wasn't claustrophobic.I slumped back onto the chair, closing my eyes. I took three deep breaths in, envisioning the clear blue sky and the crystal clear ocean out in the open rather than the stuffy enclosed room I was in now. I then remembered the situation I was in. A lone tear dropped from the brim of my eye at the thought of my father. Will I ever see him again? Sure he wasn't the best dad I could hope for but he was still my dad and I loved him no matter what. 

The faint sound of footsteps grew nearer and nearer timing along with the pace of my adrenaline raced heartbeat. The same questions run through my head: 'Where am I?' 'Who were they?' and 'What did they do to my father?'. They can't kill him can they?- he's the prime minister there must be some special law not to kill or hurt the prime minister. Right?

The faint sound of footsteps eventually emerged into loud pounding footsteps as the person grew closer towards the door. Suddenly the footsteps stopped by my door leaving an eerie pause, I unknowingly held my breath until I spotted the black military boots step into the room. The mysterious figure gracefully walked in, it was then when the curiosity unveiled in me as I tried to stitch up what happened and what I saw before I blacked out a few hours ago. It was so civilised and in order with their slick black uniforms to their posture, it was as if everyone knew what they were doing. Never in my fifteen years of living had I witnessed what I saw - it was as if I were in a nightmare or a dream - unrealistic but somehow possible.

"Avery?" Spoke a familiar husky masculine voice.

Somehow I was lost for words. I tried to speak but nothing came out it was as if my throat had completely dried up. I looked over to where the voice had come from to see a vague figure covered head to toe in black only a pair of crystal blue eyes with flecks of honey brown visible. His arms reached up to my chair when his hand clamped onto my mouth, instinctively I screamed in fright however his hand muted my muffled cries. Annoyed, I wriggled in the chair hoping to get him off me which only resulted in him holding me tighter. With all my remaining strength I pushed my head up and bit into his hand - he didn't even flinch - I then landed my head down onto the metal surface of the chair with a bang (I hate you gravity!). His hands then slowly released its tightening grip from my mouth and gently caressed my throbbing head. At first, I thought he was about to slam my head back to the chair as payback for biting him but then I soon noticed how I felt secure and safe in his arms and for some strange reason I felt I could trust him. 

Swiftly he injected something into the nape of my neck caressing my sore head in his arms when I noticed a familiar logo - A red and black pentagon on an armband around his bicep with a small scripture beneath it that I couldn't make out because of the throbbing of my head making everything a blurry daze. Soon the throbbing of my head got the better of me and before I knew it I blacked out. The mysterious black figure then slowly rested my head down onto the chair making an exit for the door but just before he was about to leave I could've sworn he whispered."I'm a sorry sweetheart."

I woke up to the anguishing pain of my head as I opened my eyes to have a look at my surroundings to see I was back to the confined room with the cuffs still clenched onto ankles and wrists. Huffing and puffing, yanking and pulling I just couldn't get out of the god damn clutches - tired was an understatement of how I felt at the moment and I was bored as hell too. 

Just when I was about to give up fighting, the door swept open, beaming an excessive amount of white light, making me squint my eyes from the sudden outburst of light. As I squinted my eyes towards the door where the light came from I saw a silhouette of a short hunched senile man standing by the door in his white lab coat and furry grey eyebrows he reminded me of one of those mad scientist- a spitting image of Albert Einstein.

 As he entered the death trap of a room I noticed he wore a frown that wouldn't budge even after my futile attempts of escaping which only made his frown deepen but he kept his calm and heaved a sigh as if he had better things to be dealing with at the moment. He would've been easy to knock out if I wasn't in this chair-he was old and weak but I know I would feel bad, I always had a soft spot for old people no matter how grumpy they are. That soon changed when the old man pulled an evil grin displaying his set of grimy yellow teeth. 

Laughing like a maniac he was, he whipped on some latex gloves and pulled out a syringe with a clear yellow fluid a chip coding inside. The maniac of a man grew closer to my neck - I could've described him as my worst nightmare but then noticed how much of a clutz he was. Bumping into his tray of equipment he bent down to grab whatever he dropped mumbling under his breath.As he stood up I noticed that the patch of grey hair on his head was covering a bald patch which at the moment was now displaced leaving a small patch of his shiny bald head visible. 

Preparing the syringe again he brought a bright desk lamp to my face, fixing his thin spectacle on his nose I couldn't see his eyes due to the bright light, only his blank spectacles staring at me as he pulled the syringe closer to my neck.Just when the old man leaned in to inject the fluid, he was interrupted by the blaring red lights which invaded the building."CODE RED!" "CODE RED!"

Soon everything became a blur as the once civilised people scrambled in grabbing their necessities. I looked around to see people dressed head to toe in black busting in through the doors with guns in hand. Everything was just chaotic as I just stood confused in the chair watching all this unveil. One of the intruders shot the ceiling as the others rampaged through the building when I noticed the logo on all of their arms. The red and black pentagon with a small black scripture at the bottom which read...

JED W.A.R.C