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THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 12:16pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
❝ A sniper doesn't need a partner, they just need someone
to give the signal. ❞
Going solo gave you a lot to ponder on, especially given a
mission that isolated you from your daily life of sniping up
dozens of armed agents per hour.
A change to braids and glasses wouldn't be too bad for one
mission. Just follow the girl, keep an eye on the girl, and
continue for two years. Simple.
Throw in assassins? Simple. Throw in traitors? Simple.
Throw in a baby? Simple. Throw in poison? Simple. Throw in
intruders? Simple. Throw in love?
E R R O R .
Check twice before messing with the quiet and the nerds.
Because the nerds will become future hackers, and the
quiet will become undercover agents. 2 Likes |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 12:26pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
1 THE NEW STUDENT We were all told our assignment the second we entered through that wooden framed door. If you didn't see it, it was magnified 100x on the white board in front of you. I played with my pencil for a bit before picking up my head and surveying the other students in the classroom with me. They were all like a batch of puppets; reading, writing, sneezing, coughing at measured intervals in time. I stalked everyone from my favorite seat in the whole world, the front seat. No, that's a lie. Everyone who knows anything knows it's the back seat. You may think that the back has its downsides as well; the troublemaking teens, the loud noises, the likely place any experience teacher would call on. But at least the distance and the dark makes up for it. There's a relatively higher chance you could get away with stuff when hidden by the forty-some other beings in front of you. "You, pstt." I blinked out of my thoughts before gradually turning around to face the boy sitting behind me. My eyes resisted glaring daggers into his sockets and cursing his entire soul- being, as a feeling of breaking bones and snapping necks briefly, just briefly, crossed my mind when he assumed it was a wise idea to poke my shoulder with his pencil. Like I didn't just turn my entire body and give him my attention. Like, can I poke your eyes with my pencil. Slightly amused, slightly disappointed, I found myself giving in to the faint voices in my head telling me that while I aced in acting, my own stubbornness fought diligently to break free and inflict damage. Nonetheless, patience. "So, what's the answer to #28, huh?" the boy chirped, side- glancing his friends with a — well what he thought was an uncaught smirk — before rolling his head back to parallel mine. "... A-aren't we supposed to do the problems... by our selves?" Good. Stuttering. The usual. Poke."Seriously?" he mocked, leaning forward into his desk as his head tilted threateningly at me. All I paid attention to was how his pencil was still in contact with my hoodie since his second poke. "You're smart. Just do the damn problem for me." And after several nudges from his comrades, he didn't hesitate to add, "And maybe #29-45 as well." If I could, my eyeballs would be rolling to the back of my head. When his parents pooped him out it was hard enough, why couldn't he be a grateful offspring and just learn some manners while he was at it? I'll even volunteer to teach him some sense. Because you do not look down on, what? Nerds. The Quiet. I could give him at least that much advice. They — correction, we —didn't pop into the world just yesterday at 5 am sharp, so sit your behind down and wipe off that naive look of triumph because you do not know what anyone is capable of, dumb child. Because one, the nerds will become future hackers, and two, the quiet will become undercover agents. You never know. But hey. He wanted to go down this route, come at me. "O- okay, I don't know if this is right [don't they all say this]... but I got A... B. C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J. K. L. M. N. O. P. Q. R. S. T. U. V. W. X. Y, and Z." Lesson number one in our volunteered lessons: the alphabet. Dumb snickers filled the back of the room and I felt a like I just physically punched the air out of the boy scrutinizing me with a scowl. "Don't play me," he growled in my face, pointing his pencil at my direction while his friends watched on with amused stares. Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart. I've seen better. |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 12:27pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
forreelinc:then I'll advice you to add some H2SO4 to the bleach |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by forreelinc(m): 12:29pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
CalciumB3:Way ahead of you buddie which do you suggest? Jik? Or hipo? 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 12:35pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
[I]"Just k-kidding, here," my hand whipped to my desk and
grabbed a fake list of answers that I had scribbled down
while playing a small game earlier to myself of... people I
knew, and so far had only been rewriting the same people
over and over.
I flashed my back at the crowd and kept it that way as I look
back to the front and scoffed silently to myself, an
emerging sigh hidden with the side bangs and purposely
braided tails of my hair becoming apparent.
Lesson number two in our volunteered lessons: When in
doubt, C it out.
I gazed back down at my finished paper and attempted
doodles, then found another thought popping into my
head. I glanced to my right at the girl with golden locks
cascading down her lower back and perfectly ironed curls
displayed elegantly on either sides of her proud chest.
Allison Frances. 17 years old. Half French, Half Korean.
Blood type A. A total chic and playgirl. Currently in a
relationship with football team's captain Daniel Ordeon.
My eyes narrowed a bit behind my glasses as I let my mind
run through the small list of information I had on the girl.
She wasn't exactly the type of student I enjoyed associating
with.
I had nothing against popular people.
Maybe a little bit.
I became amused and irritated simultaneously though
when the school's pets run around the place thinking it's
their right to stain and crowd the environment. And they
don't just stop at their level, oh no, they stoop lower. The
ones that can't defend themselves, the ones that don't care
for a glow-up as much as their success in the future, those
are the ones that these school pets prey after.
Or at least the preys seemed defenseless and weak, and
ugly and quiet.
"I need everyone's eyes up, right now," my teacher's voice
broke through the silence that had been forced upon us
minutes earlier. The puppets all immediately looked up at
our teacher, Mrs. Reeling. Not because they cared what
came out of her mouth, but because they cared for their
break.
I ignored. My eyes didn't stray to the front like the rest of
the population and instead kept their attention on the
doodles in front of me. I was determined to finish my
masterpiece.
"We have a transfer student," Mrs. Reeling announced,
opening the classroom door, "Let's all meet our new
addition."
I hummed to myself as I sketched some lines. One
moment. I'm drawing the eyes. It's a difficult task if I want
to make them both identical.
"Hey," a new voice filled the classroom. Chatter picked up
in a matter of seconds and it didn't require listening or
eavesdropping on my end to understand that the
conversations were all about the boy's looks.
"My name's Liam Carter. I'm 18 and grateful to meet all of
you."
I blew a single baby strand of hair out of my face.
Hi. Hello. My name is Jamie Lennon. I'm 17 and currently
on a mission to draw an eye on my paper. Welcome to our
class, enjoy, pass, get a job, and don't talk to me.
Was what I would say, but I'll stop at 'I'm 17.'
"I see the class has already accepted you," Mrs. Reeling
commented, nodding at the new student with an amused
acknowledgement.[/i] 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 12:38pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
forreelinc:Go for hypo because of the instant effective on blue shirts |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 12:40pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
He grinned at her and responded, "Wonderful."
"There's an empty seat next to Jamie," she proceeded the
routine, "Jamie, can you raise your hand?"
I halted my pencil and looked up, raising my hand with the
pencil in the air. As my eyes scanned the front of the room,
I finally saw what the boy looked like. Jet black hair
contrasted the oddly bright blue eyes, and a tall and well-
built figure popped out at you as you continued down. He
must be smart too, considering he got into the school at
this time of the year.
I.O. Academy was a private school for the well-educated
students who could afford to attend here. The cost was
ridiculously high and nearly impossible to be accepted in
unless the parents were influential people in the
competitive business world. Apparently, good looks were a
guaranteed bonus.
Our Liam walked to the back of the class and say to my
right as instructed by the teacher, gaining loyal fans as he
passed girls with heart bubbles jumping out their eyes and
boys that eyed him in envy.
Soon the class picked back up to how it started. Their
writing utensils began marking their papers once again, but
this time there was a lighter atmosphere as you could hear
small conversations being carried out throughout the
classroom.
"'Jamie,' right?" I heard the new student announce to
someone. A long moment passed before it hit me that I was
that someone.
I held back a frown as I stopped my pencil again. He was
talking to... me? Specifically, me?
I turned to look at him and abandoned my worksheet from
earlier, about to put my name on the thing and turn it in,
but that had to wait now.
"Yeah," I hesitated, answering with the lost, small voice of
mine, "I-I'm Jamie," I smiled. Stuttering. Good job. You
always tended to forget that. Today you're doing good.
And what did I mean by that? Well, what if I told you, these
braids, these glasses, this act, this me, was all just a large
pile of lies and lies and more lies?
Enter in my personal life. I'm here specifically because I
was told to be here, because I was assigned a command to
be here. And I never disobeyed an order. An order from
who you might ask. Well, let's call them the R.eally U.gly
people for now. For them, I walk the way I'm instructed to. I
dress the way they suggest me to. And if they want me to
act like a meek geek, then I act like a meek geek.
I'm still waiting for that signal when I could leave this
school. Leave this unamusing and time-consuming hell of a
place. School wasn't meant for me, and I wasn't meant for
school.
"That's a cool looking fish," the new student piped, grinning
widely at me as he finished placing his backpack on the
ground and had peered over into my territory.
Instantly, my past crumpled away and I was brought back
to reality.
And I was offended. Looking down, I tilted my paper a few
degrees around to see what he was referring to.
If my eyes could droop, it would've been a good time right
now. Strike one. "It's a lion," I replied dully back, dropping
the weak girl act just this once.
Right, so my art skills weren't the best in the land. If you
asked the magic mirror who the most artistic person was in
this world, it wouldn't even have Jamie Lennon registered
into its system. 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by forreelinc(m): 12:49pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
Shei make I put sugar? 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by Ayoshewa12(f): 2:05pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
I like the character Jamie [color=][/color] ![]() . [font=Lucida Sans Unicode][/font] Following. |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by GooseBump: 2:06pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
Following |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 2:11pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
forreelinc:little sprinkle of salt will do |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 2:13pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
"Oh, my bad," the boy corrected himself, a nervous grin replacing his earlier confident one. He patted my back a few times as a man's way to apologize. Strike two. Um, excuse you? Get your big dirty germ-attracting sweaty skin-shedding five-fingered hands off of me. Was what I would say, but I'll stop at 'Um.' I forced a smile on my face to indicate that I had forgiven and forgotten our first rocky encounter before turning away from the boy and going back to looking at my artwork. I lost my motivation to art for today. Thanks to a certain someone who couldn't appreciate a masterpiece. It was obviously a lion. To my surprise, he continued stirring up a conversation with me. "Hey, want to introduce me to everyone?" he nudged my shoulder with one arm, head leaning against his other upright arm on the desk. What I didn't understand... was why he was still talking to me. Did I look like someone you'd want to converse with? Was there a flaw in my disguise? "I'm not really close with anyone," I answered in a gentle, soft tone, not looking at the boy, "you could kind of tell." "You know anyone that could introduce me to our classmates, then," he pressed, eyeing the side of my face like he was planning to drill a hole through my cheek. Like I didn't just say I wasn't close with anyone. I shut my thoughts off for a moment as I sighed at my inner me. Old habits die hard. Though, this kid was indeed getting on my nerves. Stated bluntly, I wasn't in a very good mood after he confused an edible sea creature with my king of the jungle. He was also attracting attention. The whole class was aware that he was talking to someone right now. And that someone was the one and only lowlife me. And I didn't need that. I've been working hard to stay low these past two years and I'm not about to give it all up for some boy that just arrived here 10 minutes ago. "I wouldn't know, maybe the others could help," I stated back with wide, friendly eyes. I also add, "Everyone seemed to welcome you with open arms, anyway." "Hmm, okay," he popped back with a casual smile, spinning around to face the front as he looked down at the paper he had grabbed from the front desk earlier. A good 15-20 minutes passed before I was fated with being poked by a pencil on the shoulder, again. My eyebrows twitched as I peeked up at the ceiling for help. "Hey, I finished, want to check answers," Liam asked cheekily, showing me his completed worksheet. I arched my brows at him as I peered over his sheet. I was impressed. The boy was dedicated to his work. "... S-Sure." I quirked as I resisted letting my inner thoughts reflect off my face. This one head, two arms, two legs, two feet, ten-fingered being had been glued to me ever since he existed in this rectangular area we called a classroom. I wanted to smash my head down on the desk and pass out of irritation. I waited patiently for the boy to finish checking answers and avoided any new stares that was cast my way. I spun my pencil around multiple times in a circle on my desk as I had nothing else to do. My paper was soon returned to me as I heard Liam say, "Wow, we have all of the same answers. Genius buddies!" .... I opened my mouth, only to close it again as I was lost in my confused thoughts, although I managed my signature smile for him to see. He creeped me out. His good looks — and apparently smart brain, I concluded as I looked down at my paper — were wasted. His personality was too bubbly for my taste. Something caught my eye as I glanced down at my paper. There was a scribbled note at the bottom of my worksheet that I was positively betting my head on wasn't there before. It was nice meeting you, Jamie Lennon. A dark expression fell across my face before I became cautious and hid it from everyone, carefully tilting my head away from the stares. And especially from the boy sitting to my right. ... Since when did I mention my full name. Since when did he start becoming creepy all of a sudden. 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by forreelinc(m): 2:22pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
CalciumB3: Can u put ice cubes in it? I love my drinks cold |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 2:28pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
Am not that generous |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 2:40pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
2 | It's Been Two Years The bell interrupted my train of thoughts as everyone around me began shuffling out of the classroom. It was loud, crowded, messy, and complete chaos in the room as I tried to pack up as well. The boy I needed to talk to was gone. He had left before I could even zip my backpack up. As for the worksheet from earlier, I had to erase that note, yet the words still lingered in my mind since I had spent the rest of my time in this classroom mulling over what it could mean. I glanced at Allison Frances to see that she finished conversing with her friends before walking out of the class. I, slinging the backpack over my shoulders, walked out after her into the busy hallway. Bad idea. Her group of friends stampeded over my form as they rushed to her side, their mouths opening and closing like wrung puppets. One girl knocked hard into me and I let myself stumble a bit before acting the dramatic fall. My fake glasses slid off my face as two of my braids whipped to the front. Reaching for my backpack, I saw a shadow loom over me from the corner of my eyes while they were fixed to the floor. "Watch where you're going, lowlife," a high-pitched voice rained down upon me. I looked up to meet eyes with one of Allison's followers. "S-sorry," I let out, my voice trembling in act. My hands clenched tightly into fists at my side before I internally sighed at the attitude I just observed. Remember your mission, Jamie. Don't crack. Allison eyed me with a strange stare from where she was standing before I soon interpreted it to a detest expression written as clear as day on her glossy face. I hurriedly gathered my things and stood up, acting low towards the groups of friends she had before turning my back to them and heading down the long flight of stairs to my next class. As I left, I heard Allison's friends chirping not-necessarily-pleasant commentaries behind my back. "She is such a nerd." "Does she know she's unattractive?" "I'm gonna puke if I ever see her hair again." "Don't even get me started on her glasses." Hopping the rest of the way down the stairway, I speed-walked to math class. Then again math was my least favorite subject, no matter how good I was at it, so being tardy wasn't a big deal. I really... really, hated math. I was perfectly fine with it until the alphabet became so involved everyday. The late bell was about to ring, announcing that the doors were to be shut after it was heard, but I made it in the nick of time. Allison was in my math class as well, but she came late for unknown reasons and had to go to the front office to get a tardy pass. I sighed as I glanced at her empty seat. This girl couldn't even get from one class to another by just walking. I didn't understand what was so important about her. So important, in fact, that I had to be imprisoned in this school for two years just to protect her from 'harm.' What would anyone want to do with her, though? It's been two years. Honestly, if she did have someone after her, I'd positively say that they either died or gave up a long time ago after seeing how useless and ordinary she was. 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by SamuelTurner(m): 2:57pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
Ayoshewa12:I'll also go for james 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by Ayoshewa12(f): 5:36pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
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Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by Nobody: 8:10pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
forreelinc:Please lets appreciate every writer no matter what he/she writes.A writing job is not easy,it depends on everybody's thinking capacity and thinking capacities have obvious differences,i changeth not.Always fireforGod |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 8:16pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
FireforGod:I duff cap for you bro |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 8:19pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
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Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 8:24pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
And hopefully I didn't just jinx myself. Fingers crossed. Prayers said. I quietly head to the exit of the cafeteria and made my escape. My favorite place to be at the academy was not in it, but on it. To be specific, the roof. A sniper loved high, dangerous, and off-limit areas. Again, the school's roof. As soon as I was out and no eyes could possibly sight me, I started climbing the small ladder indented into the brick wall of the building made for the custodians and mechanics to reach the very top. My glasses kept slipping off while climbing so when I got to the top and placed my backpack down, I threw the thing into my bag. No need for it. My eyesight was perfect. You can't be a good sniper if you don't have perfect vision. I leaned on the protective wall that served to prevent me from falling off. The cars honked and drove by in a rhythmic beat. I wished I could jump and ride one back to my corporation. Then confront the man in charge and point a gun at him. But hey, just a wish. Usually, I would've walked around the whole area up here to get the breeze running through me. But today, I just felt like staying in one little spot. I wanted something to happen. I needed something to happen. I had knowledge and profiles of everyone in this academy. No one got away from me once I do my research. And I had concluded countless times that this school had no threat to it. Correction, no threat in it. At least not yet. If an assassin was scheduled to come here before I die, I would openly welcome him with apple pies and strawberry tarts. I looked down at my bag and glanced at my phone. I could call someone right now if I wanted to, maybe my own people. I haven't contacted a human being in a while. Dialing a number I haven't called in two years, I hesitated a bit before putting the phone up against my ear. The device rang and rang a few times. Sighing, my hand dropped down before a crackling sound was heard and then a voice spoke out. "Hello? Who is this." A smile made its way to my face as I remembered the familiarity of his voice. "Hey," I answered back softly. "Hey..." came his reply, "Um, who..." "Don't tell me you forgot my voice already, Axel." It felt nice to say his name again. Two years. It was a long time. There was silence on the other end before the boy replied, "Of course I know who you are. I could never forget, Jamie." My eyes softened at his words. Shifting a bit in my place, I gazed out at the cars below. "It's been a while," I said, letting out a light sigh as I let myself revisit the past. 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by Nobody: 8:29pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
CalciumB3:Nothing much,just that it pains me to see people assault writers verbally,I am a writer myself so i understand the pain of people rubbishing your work.Thanks for the respect,your story is good though,just try to create an imaginary picture of the characters and their actions,thats all. |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 8:40pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
FireforGod:thanks bro Am just trying to paint a picture of who the characters are before swaving into action.... |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by Nobody: 8:57pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
CalciumB3:Wish you the best,enjoying the story,please update regularly |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 9:02pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
"Sure has."
"... Are you still... mad?"
I waited for his reply while silently holding my breath. I've
been dying to ask the boy that question ever since this
mission started. However, I was told to limit my phone calls
during my mission and it resulted in me not contacting
anyone. My phone was turned off most of the time too so if
anyone did call, I wouldn't notice.
I made a mental note to change that habit of mine.
"It's been two years, it's really hard to keep holding a
grudge against someone like you."
My eyes lit up as I snapped my attention to my phone.
"Are you serious," I asked, staring at my small device like it
was him, "You don't hate me?"
"No, Jamie. I don't hate you at all," Axel answered back in
his somewhat low tone.
Immediately, it felt like a weight was lifted off of my
shoulders. The relief and happiness I wanted for a while
now replaced that tiredness for a short while.
"I'm so sorry. I never want to hurt you," I said.
"Past's in the past," Axel answered back in a lighter tone,
"So why the sudden call, Jamie? It's nice hearing your voice
again. I'm sure no one has heard it in a while over here."
And by 'over here,' he meant back at the R.U. I missed the
corporation. I just wanted to jump on a car and ride it back
there. Then face the man in charge and give him a big,
teddy bear hug.
Death squeeeeeeze.
"Well you see, I need documents on the new kid that
transferred here today. He's been annoying me the whole
day and I just wanted to finish reading his report as soon
as possible."
"Hmm," Axel began, "At this time during school? He must
be smart."
"Don't forget good looking and rich," I added.
"What's his name," he asked.
"Liam Carter."
Axel's voice had a slight irritation in it as he commented,
"There's a thousand Liam Carter's in this world."
"Thanks," I piped, grinning, "I'll text you his school info as
soon as I get back to my dorm."
"You can count on this hacker."
"I know I can," I responded, a side smile emerging.
"How's your solo mission going," he asked, changing the
topic.
My smile wiped away in an instant.
"Wonderful," I responded sarcastically, "I'm having a blast.
Lots of things happened in two years, you wouldn't even
believe me if I told you. Aliens came to invade the school
but I fought them off with Poseidon's trident and earned a
sunshine award."
"Mhmm," Axel chuckled amused, "Make sure to include
that in your report for the R.U. when you come back."
"Oh I will," I firmly stated, "They have to know what's going
on — everything's that's going on in my head. I'm going to
write my heart out when I get back, don't you worry."
"That's the Jamie Lennon I know," Axel chuckled proudly,
"You go girl."
I laughed a bit at his enthusiastic response.
Glancing at the sky, I saw that it had changed so that the
color had transitioned into a soft, purple-blue.
"I have to go," I chimed grimly, switching the device to my
other ear since it was getting warm in that area.
"Bye, Jamie."
I smiled, "Bye."
I hung up and turned off my phone before remembering
that I wanted to fix my habit and turned the ringer back on.
Placing it back into my bag, my fingers brushed across my
glasses and I took them out.
Spectacles: check. Braids: check. Weak self: on.
I slung my backpack over my shoulders and began heading
back to the inside of the academy through the same way
that I had exited.
Back to being weak girl Jamie Lennon. Whoop. 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 9:05pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
3 |It smelled like metal Lunch was almost over when I got back. And Allison was gone. My heart skipped a beat as a frown carefully made its way on my face. My eyes searched her group of friends and her boyfriend, but I found that they were all talking to each other normally without her. Where did she go, I thought to myself, picking up my pace. The bell rang and made me jump a little as the students noisily got up and went for the exit. I rushed out of the cafeteria and stayed near a wall until everyone left. A bit of time passed before the cafeteria was emptied and I pushed off the wall, charging for the exit as well. The hallways were emptying fast once I got around the corner. There was barely any students present. I walked with a pace to my next class, hoping Allison would be there, until something from the corner of my eyes stopped me. Near the girl's bathroom, around the wall and corner, Allison stood there with her back faced to me. She was talking to someone. Or... was someone talking to her? I peered over with my good eyesight and saw a dark hooded figure standing in front of her. My heart hammered in my chest as my mind analyzed the situation. Why was she talking to whoever was standing there? Why wasn't she with her group of friends? Who was the dark, hooded figure? Or... did my wish come true? I kept my eyes on the two as they seemed to be exchanging something. Allison's back shifted to the left and completely blocked off any view I had of the scene. I mentally groaned and stepped a few feet to my left. I stopped hard when my eyes met with that of the hooded figure's. Cold, icy blue eyes caught my silvery, purple ones and sent shivers down my spine. I suddenly had the impression it was glaring at me. Maybe it was a little surprised. Because as soon as the eye contact was cut off, Allison began moving. She turned around and her long golden locks whipped around with her. When she walked out of the corner and down the opposite hallway, I realized the hooded figure was gone. Cursing under my breath, I waited for Allison to disappear around a different corner before I ran to the place where there had just been someone else standing there. There were no signs of any intruder, but next to the wall, a tiny black ribbon had fallen to the ground. Frowning, I bent down and picked the soft fabric up. "What is this doing here," I mumbled quietly so that only I could hear. As much as I didn't want to sacrifice one of my five senses, I placed the ribbon up next to my nose and gave it a sniff. Metal. It smelled like metal. If this came from Allison's hair accessories, it would've smelled like shampoo. But it didn't, so this was a new evidence I was given. Closing my hand around the ribbon before opening it again and looking at it, I quickly placed it securely in my hoodie's pocket and rushed back to math class. _ I couldn't say anything to the girl while we were in class. There were too many people around her. Gritting my teeth together, I tried to focus back on my science project. I was in class anyway. I'd have to wait after class when we have sports. I have to pull her aside. 1 Like |
Re: THE AGENTS (action Thriller) by CalciumB3: 9:13pm On Apr 12, 2018 |
My moment came soon as science class flew by quickly. The
work was easy enough today, maybe because I actually
have a reason to finish it up quickly.
The bell I had been waiting for finally rang and I heard the
usual shuffling around. Students grabbed their backpacks
and wanted to head out to the one fun class of the day -
P.E.
At least there you didn't have to push your brain, but
instead your body. And I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty
well fit due to my training back at the cooperation.
Okay, I bragged. I'm sorry. But I've had nothing to brag
about these past two years and I'm itching to get some
compliments, even if it means I have to resort to self-
praise.
I saw Allison walking out and I rushed over to her in the
hallway, grabbing her arm.
She turned around and when she saw my face, her own
face scrunched up in confusion.
"Um, hello?" she snapped at me, who instantly let go of her
sleeve and cleverly coward back.
"S-sorry, Allison," I said, averting my eyes down and back,
"Did you happen to receive something earlier f-from
someone?"
Her eyes frowned immediately as she eyed me with a
taunting look, "What the hell are you talking about, nerd?"
"Actually, it was me who asked the janitor to dress up like
that and give it to y-you," I lied.
I don't even have the slightest idea what 'it' was, but I'm
going to pretend I do.
"Huh?" she exclaimed, a deep frown etched on her face as
her hands positioned themselves on either side of her hip.
"Whatever he gave you," I continued, "I wouldn't want you
to o-open it. It's kind of a prank that's going around with
me and my friends...um, he must've mistaken you."
"Since when did you have friends," she spat back in my
face. I flinched for dramatic effect.
"T-there's dog poo and a rotten apple in there that has this
juice in it. Once someone opens it, I made it so that it
would explode in their face. The smell's supposed to last a
good three days before the scent d-dies down a little. It was
part of an experiment I did myself."
That did the trick. Allison grimaced at the thought of the
image I conjured up in her mind and she reached into her
backpack and threw a small box at my face.
"You bitch, leave me alone! God you're annoyingly as hell!"
I felt blood trickle down the side of my cheek a few
moments later as there was a cut halfway from my right
eyes and my nose due to the box's sharp corner that
slashed cleanly through my skin.
Allison's heels clicked loudly down the hallway and I forced
myself to turn my attention to her and make sure she was
headed to her next class.
Picking up the box, I saw it was black and wondered if the
black ribbon had been what tied it together.
Allison must've not cared about a tiny piece of fabric and
threw it to the ground next to the wall.
It was not the time to examine its contents and I shoved the
thing into my backpack before heading to P.E., where it was
basically a free class because the exercises they do there
were lame.
Because they were, I did everything in my willpower to suck
at P.E., like the weak character I put up in front of
everyone.
I wiped the blood off my face with the sleeve of my gray
hoodie and walked down the hall.
_
I was back in my dorm room later that night, and although
there was a curfew to be in bed at the moment, I finished
my text to Axel.
Name: Liam Carter
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Attends: I.O. Academy
Info: new transfer student today
Classes together: social studies
Description: blue eyes, black hair, well-built, nice face
Extended Description: bubbly personality that annoys the
freak out of me and keeps trying to talk to me throughout
the whole day
New Info on a Separate Matter: Hey, do you know anything
about a red ring? Find that out for me? I'll attach a pic.
I placed my phone to the side as the text was finally sent to
him.
Looking up at the mirror, I stared at my now long, slightly
wavy brunette hair that was all let down. My fake glasses
were set to the side of the sink as I gently pushed my bangs
and strands of hair neatly behind my left ear.
The disguise was off when I was alone. I left the bathroom
and went towards my work desk. Put to the side of my
homework was the small, black box that Allison had thrown
at my face earlier that day.
The cut had stopped bleeding already and I unknowingly
lifted my hand and traced over the area gently.
Inside the black box was a red ring. I was surprised when I
saw such a thing inside there. It was totally different from
my description earlier to Allison.
It was heavy and surprisingly dark and fat.
The ring also smelled like metal. I had set it to the side and
decided to let Axel do the work for me.
I picked up the black ribbon that went with the box and tied
my hair up with it before diving back into my homework.
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