Title: Angel's legacy
Sequel to: Chasing Destiny
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Alias. That right belongs to JJ Abrams.
Rating: PG-13 ish
Prologue
Hear Angel's voice talking and audience sees a black screen:
"I have heard many stories abut how my parents met and fell in love, but yet I have failed to yet truthfully hear how they died. No matter what anybody says I know that they didn't die the way people portrayed it. I knew there was another cause. My legacy was the ability to fight for what I believed in regardless of the repercussions. I knew that to uncover the truth I had to retrace their steps and in order to do that, I had to go back to where to the place they had run from. So, there was only one thing left to do."
---Angel's POV---
I walked softly , my feet brushing up against the hot blades of the grass. The wind lightly breezed by stirring up the ends of my slightly choppy brown hair. My blue eyes held only 2 emotions in them: nostalgia and pain. The sun kissed my skin with the warmth it showered down on me. I was dressed in my favorite stretch-to-fit Alice Jeans and a red tank top. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear as I sat down and stared intently at what was before me.
"Well, Ryan says he's going to take me to Hawaii for my birthday because you know how I love it." I cried, wiping a tear from my face. "He bought me roses the other day for no reason whatsoever. He's the greatest. I got promoted to manager of Abercrombie and Fitch. It's that clothing store. I lost my In this Skin CD by Jessica Simpson. I know, the CD's kinda old now. But it has that song on it, Take my breath away, that you danced to. I'll buy it back and play it for you. I-"
"Hey, what's up baby?" Ryan greeted from behind the object. He had a skinny but muscular build with shaggy blonde hair. He was currently wearing baggy jeans and a white Abercrombie and Fitch shirt.
"You must think I'm crazy, talking to my parents." I reasoned, wiping a tear from my face. I sat in front of their graves. We were currently in a graveyard.
"No, your not crazy, you just miss them. Besides, I'm crazier than you by a long shot." Ryan called sitting down beside me, kissing my cheek.
On dad's tombstone it stated:
"Here's lies Julian Lazaray." It had been mom's demand. She didn't want some other name on it. I of course had no clue what name she didn't want on there, but then again I didn't know a lot of things. On the list of things he was it was a rather short one. Mom had wanted it extremely specific as if she were trying to hide something, make him seem like an extremely great person to make up for something.
"I love you." I breathed into Ryan's ear.
"I love you more." he told me.
"If you love me will you please go into the car and get my purse. I forgot it." I told him, wrapping my arms around him.
"Ok I'll be right back." He told me, standing up and heading to the car.
I leaned forward and traced the letter on my dad's grave. "Happy birthday daddy." I stared at my mom's grave and closed my eyes remembering her face after dad's death. The look of desolation as if she had almost no motivation to exist anymore.
"I brought flowers for you guys and I'll buy back that CD. Love you. See you later." I called, kissing the names on their gravestones.
I walked a few feet and slipped on my Hawaiian styled flip flops. I glanced back at their graves before heading back to Ryan's silver BMW. I opened the front passenger's side door and got in.
"I thought you forgot something?" Ryan asked, looking for my purse.
"It's ok baby, I don't need it." I told him, kissing him on the lips. "Thanks anyways."
"Where was your purse?" he asked, starting the car.
"At your apartment." I told him. I started laughing.
"What?" he cried playfully. "So, you could have had me searching for like 10 years looking for it."
We drove carefully away from the cemetery, heading for something to eat.
"Come on, be reasonable. I would have had you stop after years." I laughed.
"So, where do you want to eat?" he asked.
"I'm not hungry." I respond.
"Baby, you've got to eat." he replied sternly. "Don't start pulling any anorexic shit with me." He pulled into the parking lot of the mall and starting looking for a parking space. "because you've got a great shape. I hate when women think their fat and they've already got excellent bodies. " He told me, referring to my coca-cola bottle shaped body. He pulled skillfully into a spot near the food court and turned off the engine. I opened the door and stepped outside closing my eyes and feeling the wind lightly brush by my face. I closed the door and waited for Ryan to lock it. I started walking to the food court when Ryan walked up beside me and slid his arm around my waist.
"are you mad at me?" he whispered.
"No, of course not. I was just sad. I was thinking." I flashed him a smile. "You worry too much silly."
"Do I?" he asked, playfully squeezing my sides. I let out a laugh turning around to face him. "Watch out for the door."
"huh?" I asked. I turned around and noticed I was only a few steps away from the glass door. "You could have told me." I punched his arm playfully.
"What do you think 'watch out for the door' was all about?" he asked, opening the door and holding it for me.
I stepped into the slightly chilly food court section of the mall. At once the sounds of people's conversations rushed up to meet my ears. By now Ryan's arm was already back around my waist. He walked further in eyeing the names of the restaurants.
"Which one do you want to eat at?" he asked.
"Doesn't matter, I told you, I'm not hungry." I replied.
"Then pick for me." he persisted.
Just then a couple walked by, the girl in a solid black skirt with black fishnet stockings, black spiked boots, spiky black hair with pink highlights, a black shirt with the name of some punk band on it, and multicolored plastic bracelets covered up to her elbows on both arms. The girl looked as if she were from Asian descendent from her facial features. But then again, with all that eyeliner, lip liner and mascara she was wearing, she might not be. The had piercing going down both ears, on her eyebrows, in her nose, and most likely other places. The guy was wearing khaki shorts and a black wife beater. He didn't appear to have much muscle and his feat were covered in black flip flops. His brown hair fell down in one messy clump. His hand currently lay on the girl's ass.
"Hey!" I called to the girl.
She looked irritated, but they slowly made their way over to us. "What do you want?"
"Did that hurt?" I asked, pointing to the piercing in her eyebrow.
"Not as much as this." she answered, pointing her left breast. As she spoke I realized her tongue was also pierced.
I cringed at the though of getting piecred there and thanked her for her time. The couple walked away mumbling about something which I couldn't hair. I only had 3 piercing, unlike the girl I had just talked to. I had a small stud on the left side of my nostril and 2 pairs of earrings in my ears. The top one were studs and the bottoms were medium sized hoop earrings.
Ryan pulled his arm away from me, only holding onto me by his fingertips. "I'm going to go get some food, will you go save us a table." he asked. Looking around I noticed that there weren't many free tables left.
"Sure." I told him, turning away. "Be back soon."
"Ok, I will." he told me.
I made my way through the maze of table as I searched for an available one. The skylight shone down illuminating the already lit food court. I finally spotted a table and hurried over. I crossed my arms shivering slightly as I realized that the food court was slightly cold. I rested my elbows on the table only to jerk them back up quickly realizing that the gray tables were even colder than the currently chilly room temperature.
My blues eyes leisurely scanned the food courts spotting familiar restaurants, the bathrooms, people walking, and children yelling. A few people walked by my table, some quietly, and other noisily. One man, however, caught my distinct attention. He was walking behind my table, but as I was scanning the food court my eyes had rested on him. He was dressed in a suit, unlike everyone else who was wearing casual clothes. He didn't seem to be with anybody and didn't have any food or drinks in his hands. I had seen him briefly scan the food court, as if looking fo somebody and then begin a direct path for something. He walked behind me and briefly bumped into me. However, when I turned around to yell at him, he was gone. I stood up and scrutinized the room form my seat, but I failed to find him. I realized something was tucked hurriedly into my pocket, when it fell to my seat. I picked it up and stared at it. I briefly examined it and knew instantly what this meant.
I was being recruited into the CIA.
A/N: So comments? No review no update; it's as simple as that. Suggestion on how I can improve this? Should I continue? So many questions.