Spy School: Scarred

Weeping time

   So Ink here, to avoid confusion it is 1-2 month forward in time (But first we are putting mini flash backs to show how the characters feel about what has occurred). This will be easier to write the story, which means more updates for you awesome people.

So the Hale family retrieve Ben and everything goes well. Yay and here we are now. NAH just more pain and other shit. -ink

Now before y'all decide to kill ink remember something.............it wasn't his idea it's my so yeah don't kill my mate -Demi

Ben

I was having another nightmare, I knew I was. Normally it would be something repetitive, me watching my friends all die slowly, slowly and painfully, but today, today was different. And it wasn't the good type. I had decided to go out, it was slightly after my first mission, we had a break and I decided to use it to my advantage.

I had asked Cyrus first, who had fortunately agreed. No one was worried about SPYDER coming, they still needed to recollect themselves after the damage the gang and I had done to them. I decided to stop by my parents house only to see what they were doing. Never going up to them telling them how much I missed seeing them smile at me.

I missed those small moments where we would have Friday game nights, only thinking they were nothing but just another one of those days. Oh how badly I had missed them. Sometimes I wished that I could reverse time, live a normal life with my parents But I could never do that, not after everything that had happened.

I stopped across the street from where my old home was xxxx vote and share this story ave. Tears pricked my vision as I thought of them inside mingling around smiling and laughing together without me.

But I didn't feel right, things didn't feel right. A creeping feeling danced up my spine, leaving me paralyzed. I couldn't put my finger on it, I couldn't find out what I needed to know.

SPYDER, the name ringed at the back of my head, sending my frozen body into action. I ran towards my house, hoping I wasn't too late. My hand shook against the door knob as I began to twist it open. Laughter, laughter was all I could hear as I finally saw the SPYDER agents celebrating the death of my parents.

I saw my mothers eyes, their playful, full gaze now reduced into dull dark ones. My fathers hand was wrapped around hers his back turned, I could see the bullet hole wedged into his head. My mom on the other hand had been shot in the heart, it was almost as if it were mocking me. My heart stung, almost in the exact same place as hers, as if I could feel every ounce of pain emitted through her body. I felt myself collapsing, breathing uneven, blood leaked out of my mouth, sweat dousing me.