Undercover

Undercover

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Being a spy is hard. Everyone knows that even if the general consensus is that it's all worth it. Most days, I agree. Some days I question the sanity of movie makers. Being a spy means being sneaky. It means being clever. It's risky. Pretending to be someone else, twisting yourself to fit into the box people expect. It's a good thing I'm flexible. The thing most people don't realize is that it gets harder with a partner, not easier. Why? It's simple, really. Having a partner means that you have backup. That's not the problem. The problem is everything else. It's the inside jokes you're just bursting to say and pretending you don't know them when all you want to do is hold on till the world feels a little kinder, a little more like something worth saving. It's knowing that someone will rescue you, but you can't do that because it'll just put more people at risk. It's knowing that it's not just your life on the line. But in the end, a partner is always worth it. Why? Because nothing is sweeter than getting to say, 'I told you so.'
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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