ILLEGAL

Chapter 12

Hey, so as you can see, I posted another look alike of my characters. If I remember right, his name is Alex Pettyfer and he is supposed to be Jack! I actually described Jack after him, except with beautiful blue eyes. Also, now I am only going to be posting on Saturdays. I think that will help me, because if I write two chapters one week, I only publish one on that day and save the other for next week! I will see how this works, if it will be good or bad on me. This should also help me publish more on any other stories I have. I'm sorry if I don't publish one week, because I will wait to the next week to publish a new chapter. I know, I know, I might be dying inside too. But anyways, I'll see how this goes, and I will inform you if I change my mind. Oh, and thank you so much to my amazing cousin @maroonconversee for helping me with some of these ideas.
I ran all the way to our apartment. I felt like that was the only way to get away. I was going to tear myself apart. I was so confused. Internally, I scolded myself, why are you making such a big deal out of this? It was just a kiss! He obviously said it meant nothing to him, and it should mean nothing to you.
But I didn't know whether to agree or not. I slowed down, turning into an alleyway and thudded my head against the wall of the closest building."He said it was nothing, so it's nothing,"I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and continued on.
When I went to open the door, it was locked."Damn it."I muttered under my breath. Chelsea did this all the time, she'd lock the door, but leave the keys inside. And she didn't think I was 'responsible' enough to keep the keys. Bitch, please.
I walked down the hallway to the stairwell, and pushed open the door. I climbed up, taking two at a time. As I searched for the right room, I dragged my fingertips along the wall.
I stopped at the room right above ours, and pressed my ear to the door. I heard a tv and voices. Sighing, I moved to the next beside it. Silent.
I pushed a pin out of my hair and used it to pick the lock. I stalked in, my feet making non-audible sounds on the plush carpet, just in case. I heard a noise, and quickly turned my head. Inside the room, the owner of the apartment snored loudly. His afternoon nap. I knew these people, but I didn't know them know them. Not nearly enough for them to let me in their house when they weren't around.
But I creeped in anyways. I wasn't going to steal anything, just slip out the door to their balcony. I slid open the glass door, and not even two seconds had passed before a loud beeping noise went off. Damn it, I thought. I had nearly forgot, they almost always have their alarm on.
Which meant I had to do everything quicker. The not-snoring-now man had woken up and was no doubt coming to check it out. There was a little table in the middle of the balcony, and I just vaulted over it. That would take to long to walk around, a costly second could mean everything.
I was sailing through the air, and now I was falling. I grasped for something, anything, and was jolted to a halt as my fingers closed around a bar. I hung by my hands, attached to -I looked up- the rim of the balcony. I gave a quiet sigh of relief. My bones weren't crushed from hitting the ground five stories up!
The man walked out, and I silently cursed myself for leaving the door open. He stayed for a while outside. Sweat began to gather on my palms in the hot sun. I was slipping.
Finally he went inside. I hadn't dared to move, so I dropped onto the balcony railings below it. I jumped down. I stared at my burning hands. Blisters were beginning to form from when I had jerked to a holt on the rim. I squeezed my eyes shut. Almost there.
I turned, catapulting from our neighbor's deck to ours. I sighed, leaning back against the railing. After a minute of rest after a daring move, I pulled our door open. Unlocked.
I walked inside and collapsed on the couch. Rubbing my temples, I thought about the situation I was in. I liked Jack, or at least would date him if he asked me out, but I didn't want to. He could mess up my job.
As soon as I'm under his spell, suddenly I'm spending more time on him then on my missions, or I too distracted ogling over him to notice I receiving death threats. Basically, if I like him, more than a friend, my job at G.O.E.S. will go down the toilet. That can't happen.
But then what will? Will I ever find someone else who I can manage both of my passions with? Jack could be the closest thing to that, he works with me. Should I give it a chance?
But he's a total bastard sometimes, I argued with myself. Who's to tell that he wasn't just doing that to get to me? I felt like those scenes in the movies, where the character has an angel on their shoulder, and the devil in the other, and of them are trying to convince the character to do something the other doesn't want it to do. The only problem here was that I didn't know which was the angel, and which was the devil.
I curled into a ball on the couch, my forehead pressed up against my knees. I was at war with myself. I was still trying to decide what to do when I heard the front door open. I bolted upwards onto my feet. When were these assassin's from the Fly going to end?
I slid my trusty knife out from my belt and pressed my spine to the wall. Once they walked around the corner, I could stab them straight through the ribs and pierce the heart. A quick death.
I braced myself, and when I saw movement I attacked. I didn't go for the heart, but I touched the blade to their throat and pinned them against the wall. I never realized that I hadn't flipped on the light switch, so I couldn't make out their features in the dark.
They spoke. I wasn't suspecting the familiar female voice."Jesus Christ, get off me, Cole." I dropped my arm and stepped back, grimacing at my stupid mistake."Chelsea. Sorry."
"Holy shit,"Chelsea said, rubbing her neck."The hell is wrong with you?"
I put my knife back in it's holder. And flipped on the light switch. A bright yellow glow flooded the room."I'm a little...paranoid right now that's all." I assured her.
Inside my head, I debated whether to tell Chelsea about the kiss, and my conflicted feelings. I decided not to. She would probably make a big deal out of it, then go and ask Jack himself about the situation.
"Wait,"Chelsea stopped, her right eyebrow raising up."How did you get in? I thought I locked the keys in this room."
I nodded."I know, you did. I climbed the side of the building until I got to our balcony. That door was unlocked."
"How...how did you get out there?"She asked shocked.
"I broke into the people above us's apartment."I answered.
"Well, how'd you do that?"
"Hair pin."
"Why didn't you just do that to our door?"
"Oh,"I realized."I hadn't thought of that."I may be the best spy of my time, but I could be pretty damn stupid sometimes.
She sighed, but had a smile on her face. Her hands were in fists on her hips."You really do have a death wish, don't you?"She addressed.
I calmly nodded.
I realized something. I checked my watch, then looked back up at Chelsea."Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Actually, I took a break,"She replied."I was gonna go to the mall."
"Let me guess..."I started.
"Do you want to come with me?" She pleaded hopefully.
I sighed."Sure. It'll help get my mind off somethings."
She cocked her head."What do you mean?"
My eyes widened as I realized my small but obvious error."Uh, nothing. The mission! My mission."I lied."It's no where close to a breaking point. Probably the hardest one yet."
She patted my shoulder."It's him isn't it?"She gently asked.
My heart skipped a beat. How much could she read from my expression?!
My memories brought back the moment if the kiss. With a different type of disappointment, I muttered,"Yes. It's Jack. I-"
She reassuringly patted my shoulder. I just now realized how much taller I was than her."Don't worry about it. He's an asshole,"I nodded to that."As soon as your mission's over, you won't have to deal with him anymore."
Will I? And how was she playing so cool about this? I swallowed."Yeah, now I just don't know what to think of it. And how are you so chill about this, I'm ready to pull my hair out-"
She was grabbing a soda out of the fridge."Well, what did you expect me to do, bring down the bomb on him?"
"Well, sorta I-"
"But you let me know if he says he's single, and likes blondes..."She trailed off.
I was dumbfounded."Wait, what are you talking about?"
She turned to me, confused at my confusion."That your mission partner is being a real bitch, right? What are you talking about?"
Oh. She hadn't been talking about the kiss. She didn't even know about the kiss. Trying not to show my relief, I responded,"Oh, yeah. I just got lost at that last part. But yes, he's being..."I recalled the kiss once again."Difficult."
When she turned around to get something for her drink, I exhaled the breath I didn't realize I had been holding."Wait, you think he's good-looking?"
She looked at me over her shoulder."Honey, he's more than just good-looking. And you know it too."I looked down as a blush spread across my face. Okay, no guy has ever made me act like this before. What the actual hell?
"I guess. But he's a jerk"I shrugged. When she turned away from me, I exhaled, letting out the deep breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.
"But anyway,"She continued."Ready to go?"
I blinked."There is a wild murderer loose, probably getting ready to kill one more person, and you want me to go shopping with you?"
She nodded as if this is the thing all people do when there is a bloodthirsty murderer on the loose. I nodded too."Let's go."
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Surprisingly, nothing exciting happened at the mall. No one pretended to be a mannequin and then attack us when we walked past(that's happened) or quickly get a job at the food court and then poison our food(that's happened too).
And it wasn't really shopping, for me at least. It was watching Chelsea stop in every shoe store and try on what seemed like everything. I begged that we could go to the other end of the mall, where hidden behind a mirror in a changing stall was the entrance to the absolute best weapons and gear for spies that New York had to offer.
She finally agreed, which upped my spirits, so we headed over to the secret store. I knew it would be hard to convince the manager guy to let us in the changing room at he same time, so I told him the store next to us was being robbed and he rushed off to help with that. It stalled him long enough, so we were able to get inside.
As soon as we stepped inside, I began to grin like a child admiring it's wrapped presents on Christmas. This was my haven. Plus, they had gotten in new items. I dashed off and left Chelsea to sell her air shoes.
I could've spent hours there, just admiring the structure of the endless gizmos and gadgets. It had probably been like twenty five minutes before Chelsea approached me from behind and cleared her throat, her sign to tell me to hurry up and get what I need.
"Fine,"I disappointedly mumbled, grabbing a few items off the rack.
I restocked my bullets and throwing knifes(even though I could have used spoons apparently), a pocket sized net that expanded when activated(great to trap opponents), a new bulletproof vest that fitted my body well, and a tiny tranquilizer gun where all I had to do to shoot the projectile was blow on the end of it, like a marshmallow gun.
The total amount was astounding, but I really wanted that little gun! It was kind if cool, they always put your items in an Apple Products bag so that it wouldn't raise suspicion between normal people.
There was another exit that led to the parking lot, so we went that way. When we got there, I made small talk with Chelsea,"Successful?"
She sipped a drink that it seemed she had magically gotten."Yup. Thirty-five for each."
I gestured to her drink."What's that? When'd you have time to do that?"
She examined her drink."It's coffee, got it from Starbucks while you were ogling over the inventions-"
"I do not...ogle. And ew."
"Whatever."
There was a buzz in my back pocket. With the hand that wasn't holding my items, I fished my phone out. It was a message from King asking me to come to work to train the new recruits."Dammit,"I mumbled looking back to Chelsea."Gotta go. King needs me to teach some newbs."
She waved me off and then turned around. Heading back to the mall without having to drag me to the next shop, I guess. I just wondered how she'd get home. I drove, and I'm taking my car.
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"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP NEWBIES" I yelled at them. We were in a giant gym. similar to the one Jack kissed me in, but bigger and only for trainees and their coaches. There was a line of initiates all trembling with fear in front of me. Except for one. He had a smug look on his face, obviously not afraid of anything I had to throw at him.
I continued,"If you are going to make it into G.O.E.S., you have to be ready. Physically and mentally. Your body will need to be able to undergo up to hours of muscle endurance. You will have to be able to witness terrifying sights and go through excruciating pain.
"You have to be stubborn, not willing to give up on your mission, your team, your country. You have to be compliant. You have to ready at the thought of killing a man. You have to be secretive, one word of any of your work to an outsider could be deadly!" At the last word I shouted, making some of them flinch.
Crossing my arms, I finished with,"You have to be impossible. Superhuman. Got it?"
They all gave nervous nods. I stepped close to a young man who kept looking at his brave friend. "You,"I gave a harsh whisper at his nose."If you are being held captive and tortured, what do you do?"
He quivered."Um...you, umm...you try to get out?"
I strode away, leaving the guy in anxiety about whether his answer was correct. I slowed, then sharply turned on my toes and yelled."WRONG!" He flinched and his lip began to quiver slightly. That was the only thing that I didn't like about this job. I would have to bring men to tears sometimes, which is a really hopeless sight. And if they showed signs of weakness, they had to leave.
I pointed at him."GET OUT NOW!"
He sniffed than dashed out of the room. Poor guy. I clasped my hands behind my back and answered the questions right,"For you who wish to say, who will not go home crying to their families, the real answer is if you are been held captive and tortured, you try to contact G.O.E.S. and then wait. You do not say anything. Don't even tell them a word, cause if they are smart, they will use that information against you. Threatening your families is a popular one. Don't. Say. Anything."
His friend, the smartass-looking one, stared at his palms like he didn't know what to do. Maybe to hit me. I walked up to him."Is there something wrong, initiate?"
He looked up, eyebrows furrowed into anger."Yes, there's something wrong,"He seethed."That was my best friend. That guy you just kicked out? My best friends since we were kids."
I was nearly nose to nose, trying to create fear in him, but it didn't seem to work. It just made him madder. I softly but dangerously asked,"Would you like to join him?"
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms."If you are trying to scare me, it's never going to work, bitch."
I tilted my chin up. I liked this kid. He had a fire within him, burin bright to fight for what he thought was right. With shock, I realized this kid was like I had been during my training.
So I'd let him off with a warning. He would become strong, a powerful leader willing to speak his mind. I glanced at his name tag."Watch it, Green,"I warned."Or you'll get your smart-ass kicked out of here before you can even glare me down."
So he did just that. He squinted his eyes and crossed his arms. I could not show anger, so I calmly backed away. Although inside me was probably a hungry lion threatening to break free.
I turned to the rest of the line."Anybody else?"