New Blood

Chapter 1

Rixon

'Give me a fucking name, Lucarev, and I'll let you leave!' A loud thud reverberated as Alex's fist landed against Lucarev's jaw. He sat still, tightly bound to a diminutive chair while Alex pummelled his bloody and bruised face to a pulp, a small smirk playing at his lips.

I stood in the corner of the interrogation room, my fingers tirelessly working the knots at the back of my neck, which seemed to have magically appeared during the two hours I had spent with Lucarev. My head continuously hammered against my skull as Alex landed another punch on his face. I could feel my blood boiling under the intensely, scrutinizing gaze of Chief Hulce from behind the one-way-mirror. This is going nowhere. I push myself of the wall and reach out for Alex's fist, pushing it down when he aims it at the hostage.

'That's enough Alex! Stop wasting your energy and breath on this bad o' shite.' I spit the last few words at Lucarev, he cackles like a witch in response. 'We could've been out there looking for the bastard instead of relying on this wanker for some intel, so would you leave this son of a bitch and go clean up.' I point to his white blood-spattered dress shirt. His black hanging loosely from his neck, sleeves rolled up and black-and-blue knuckles. His jaw set and stormy grey eyes boring holes in my green as he tries sending a silent message.

'Go 'head laddie, listen to yer lil' girlfriend. Let's see how much of a pussy yer 'eally 're.' Blood dripping from Lucarev's bleeding mouth, but his large grin as evident as it could be.

Tugging harshly at Alex's arm, before he could pounce on Lucarev, I sneered a 'Fuck you' and steered him into the open foyer where numerous agents stood watching the insane psycho bigot crack-up uncontrollably. My face burned with embarrassment as I lead Alex, by the shoulders, into our office down the hallway. He angrily pushes the door open and slams it shut after I run in.

'Why the fuck did you do that?' His breathing is laboured. Hands shaking with anger when he glares at me. 'I had it under control Rixon.'

'Oh really? And you really expect me to believe that bullshit, Knightley?' I retort. 'You're "under control" would've landed us with a full-blown investigation and sentence for a man's death. Just remember next time, you aren't the only one on this team who has a risk of losing their job.'

'No one is losing their- '

'-Job. Of course, you are.' Hulce walks in calmly finishing Alex's sentence. 'Only if Agent Alex Knightley apologises and pays for Lucarev's bills at the hospital.' She raised an eyebrow in question when Alex made to challenge. Fortunately, Alex thought better of it and remained silent.

'Rixon, Knightley, I never want to see insubordination in my department ever again. Do I make myself clear?' her eyes hardening instantly.

'Crystal,' we both reply in unison, turning slightly to give each other a dirty look.

'Good,' she looked in between us clearly not buying the bullshit we were selling her. 'New case for you Rixon. I want you in the Hall by two for briefing.'

I slowly understood what she had meant when she made to leave our office. 'Sorry, a case for both of us, right?' Alex asks.

'I'm splitting both of you. Or would you like to clear your offices out?' Hulce catechises sarcastically. With that she walked away, her heels thumping against the floor as she went.

I turned to look at the clock hanging above my desk, 1:40. My eyes landed on an astounded Alex. He looked completely different from the Alex I had met two years ago. His usually quiffed sandy-brown hair now revering back to their naturally curly state and dark cyan eyes outlined with red puffy lids from a lack of sleep. His face had thinned significantly, revealing his high-cheekbones and sharp jawline lightly covered with a stubble. His frame had broadened giving him an enigmatic and stronger aura. He now seemed more worried and stressed. This is not Alex. He takes in a deep shaky breath, I could still feel deep, dark anger radiating off of him in waves of black.

'I think you should get going,' he says in an eerily serene tone.

'Ale-' my hand outstretched as I walk towards him.

'Leave Ciara, before we regret anything later.' A flash of danger shines deep within his eyes, highlighted with the slightest sliver of hurt.

He understands my recognition and turns away instantly, leaving me to walk out the room on cue. The heels of my boots resounding along the paved floor, my legs leading me towards the ladies' room. I stand in front of the half-length mirror, directly looking at the stranger on the other side. Fiery red hair like mine but placed in loose messy bun. Forest green eyes like mine but rimmed with dark circles. Pink face with light freckles like mine but with a greenish-yellow patch, remnant of a bruise. The once beautiful Ciara Rixon is now unrecognisable to herself, much less to those around her. She is now covered with fading white battle scars.

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