Pilot: A questionable ally
Notice: I picture my character to look like Mila Kunis.
I wonder where I am?
It felt like I had just appeared in this place, where ever this is.
I know my name, Alexa Jane Brooke, 30 years old I think, that I was a girl (human) but it was strange. I'd spent all my time thinking I was the only human ever alive. I lived in this blank room for as long as I can remember. No mother, no father, no family. All I had was a queen sized bed, a wardrobe (my collection of clothes filled with plain shirts and long shorts to match, though different shades of colours), two whole walls filled with books and a small kitchen.
I had just changed into a pair of dark blue shorts and a light blue t-shirt when I noticed I slowly, very slowly started to disappear. It didn't hurt and before I knew it I was here. In the middle of the busy, posh, expensive looking places that I'd imagined from some of the descriptions in the books.
Luckily, no-noticed my strange arrival as I was hidden behind a pillar. Another thing I noticed that was strange was that I'd arrived in this beautiful plain black dress with a heart neckline, the skirt of the dress I knew would swirl when I moved, black flip flops with my dark wavy red hair half pulled up into a bun.
When I had appeared from behind the pillar I was given the shock of my life, there was others like me. This was one of my greatest dreams to meet people like me. They were all beautiful and handsome looking, wealthy.
I started to walk around, looking at everything I could in wonder when I was stopped by some holding out some glasses of something for me, "thank you," I said as it took one and took a tentative sip. I seemed to have a sharp flavour but it was nice, I decided. I released it was white wine like I stored in my room.
Some time during my exploring I noticed two people in suits talking, a tall man with short brown hair, a round face with brown eyes, and a tall muscular build. The women was also quite tall, with brown frizzy, curly dark brown hair, pale face, dark brown eyes and a slim build. I saw that they noticed me watching them, them looking confused, so I just waved and smiled at them before I carried on walking. I noticed that I felt pulled towards them, especially the man, but I didn't want to go over their, I didn't understand it. Plus, they could mean me harm, I haven't really met anyone yet and only talked to someone to say thank you.
I realised that I had made my way to somewhere that was heavily guarded, somewhere near the entrance of this place I think. I noticed a small man struggling to get through the crowd dressed in a brown suit, well dark brown everything really. He seemed to be breathing hard and looked troubled. I decided to go see if he was all right.
"Excuse me, sir," making him look up at me in shock and surprise, almost seeming as if he thinks no one will bother him. "Are you okay, you don't look very well, I can get you something to drink if you like?"
He looked even more shocked, "oh, no, no, I-I'm fine, my dear. Thank you for offering though. Though shouldn't a waiter be offering me a drink if I want one?" he said with a thick brown eyebrow raised.
"What's a waiter?" I asked, generally confused. I've been living on my own all my life, never getting to interact, meet anyone or learn hardly anything.
It seemed to make him suspicious, "you mean, you really don't know what a waiter is?"
I shook my head in the negative. "Well, thank you for your kind off, Miss...?"
"Oh, Miss Alexa Brooke. It was nice to meet you."
"Artie Nielson," he replies, shaking my hand behind walking hurriedly off behind me.
Now he just screams suspicious to me, he doesn't look like any people here, not that I really know even why I'm here. This though, might explain it, I feel a pull towards Artie too as well as the that man and woman before.
I tried to be as sneaky as possible while following him, I just did it by pretending I was looking at everything around me: I half was but I'd already seen some before I talked to Artie.
I saw him heading over to an area that looked cut off by a piece of velvet rope filled with open boxes crates and sign saying 'you're museum donations at work. New artefacts arrive every day on our doorstep.' Artefacts, now that word is very familiar to me, how could they possibly now what they are. Unless what I think they mean could mean something different to me? That was possibly it.
Then I noticed him holding this dark bronze device that I knew exactly what it was. When I arrived I noticed a had a long, lengthwise purse that had my Farnsworth in it though it never worked. It's what Artie was carrying. I have know idea how he got his. I wonder if his works, he might be able to get mine working.
I look to the left of him as I hear hurried feet approaching. The was a man in a suit along with some more bulkier men following behind him towards where Artie was. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it didn't look as if Artie was being very calm about this situation. He kept pointing to one particular open box that I couldn't see inside of from where I was standing a few feet back leaning against a pillar.
After a while Artie left with the men's guards behind him while the man who looked stayed behind. Just staring a whatever was inside the box. I'm moved slowly to another, closer pillar hardly noticing the noise of the arriving President, when I saw whatever was inside started to glow. I knew I had to do something to help them man but before I could I saw his eyes go cloudy. Just as I stepped forward the same two people that I waved to come rushes up to the man.
The woman saying "sir, what's that light...?" But the man doesn't respond.
"Sir..." the man tries to get his attention. They still get no response so they both sweep past him and swing their legs over the rope at the same time. They look into the box before the glow gets to bright and we have to all shield our eyes from the blindingly bright light.
Then Artie shows up, hair dishevelled and matted with perspiration and climbs hastily over the rope. "Dammit, I'm too late...".
I notice, as well as the woman, the man who was questioning Artie seemed to grab something and turning to run into the crowd gathered a ways back that I only just noticed was there.
Both the man and woman ran off to, I presume, stop him as he attacked one specific man that seemed to be the centre of attention. Everyone kept calling him the President, whatever that was. I see them both grab hold of the man as he attempted to kill the President. Some sort of explosion gets set off before other men help to detain the man who was supposed to be in charge.
I head inside the closed area to see what was making the glow, and realise that it was an artefact from one of the books in my room. "That is the Aztec Bloodstone - 15th century artefact that exhibits the ability to control individuals whose blood comes into contact with the stone." I repeated aloud to myself, forgetting that Artie was still there until he grab my arm.
"What did you say?" he asked, looking like he was shocked at me having known that when artefacts are all I've ever known.
"It's the..." I began before he cut me off.
"No, no, sorry. How did you know that?"
"It's all I've ever known." It was true, the only thing I got to learn were about artefacts in the books I got stored in my room.
He looked at me strangely before he seemed to remember the artefact and just put a key onto of it making it glow again before falling dark, allowing us to see the mouth had closed where it was previously open showing sharp teeth.
We looked behind us to see the lady taking care of the man who hurt the President as well as several others taking him somewhere I don't have a clue where.
I turned to ask he what to do with the artefact when he was already putting it in a cardboard box.
"What are you doing here?" a woman asked, making me jump and look up next to Artie to see a black woman looking at me suspiciously.
"I..." but that's as far as I got before I trailed off. Even I couldn't answer that as I didn't know myself. I'm surprised I didn't hear her approach though.
"What are you doing here?" Artie seconded.
"I don't know?!" I think the situation that I was in caught up with me, starting to make me a bit hysterical and waving my arms about. "I just arrived here. Literally, out of the blue when I've never ever stepped foot out of my room for as long as I can remember. I thought I was the only one alive, no family. The only thing that kept me company was learning everything about the artefacts," gesturing to the box which Artie kept the Aztec Bloodstone in.
Artie and the woman looked at me suspiciously, though I know not what for as I told the truth.
Artie turned to the woman, "I am so sorry, ma'am. I got here as fast as I could." So that's why he looked out of breath when I first met him. "The gala was already in progress, then the President arrived, and the item was already manifesting, and I ... I ..."
"Not to worry. You did your best."
"My best isn't what it used to be..."
I didn't know why the woman wouldn't ease the guilt I could clearly see in his face so I did it in her place, not wanting to see him upset. He seemed like a good man. "Hey," I said, nudging him gently in the arm, a warm smile on my face. "Your best is what saved us all, I know what that artefact can do, or at least I've read about it."
He smiled gratefully, in not without a bit of confusion on his face, at me before the man who was with that woman that I waved to arrived.
"Excuse me, you mind telling me exactly what you got there?"
Then the woman arrives, "And why was it glowing?"
The black woman turns to look at them in surprise before she smiles, "You are Agents Strong and Bering..."
They both look surprised that she knows who they are, it mustn't meant to be known then, or maybe the woman does something similar to them and heard their names mentioned.
"And you are...?" Bering, the woman with dark brown curly hair asks.
The black woman just evades the question by saying, "your actions today are truly exemplary. You acted swiftly, decisively... saving the life of the Presidents of the United States." That must be where I am. "And in the face of, well..." and glances at the artefact in the box, "...uncertain circumstances. "How fortuitous to be meeting the two of you face to face. Especially tonight," she grins, "then again, as they say, nothing really happens by accident, does it...?"
"Who are you?" Strong asks. I'd lie to know that as well, she seems very strange.
"And how do you know about... us?" Bering asked.
She just avoids the question again, "Your careers have been very interesting to follow." She turns to Bering, "Agent Bering... your work on the Vice President's death threats. No one else made the connection between the quotes used and the writings of Desiderious Erasmus. Few would think to reference back as far as the fifteenth century..." She turns to Strong with a small chuckle, "And you, Agent Strong, with your often unique interpretation of the rules..." It seemed he was about to protest. "Not to worry. Rules are sometimes too... intolerant. Based as they are on common assumptions. It takes a singular individual to know how and when to step outside those common assumptions..." She looks at them both, "both of you... very unconventional perspectives indeed. I am going to enjoy having you work for me," she turns to leave before Strong steps forward.
"Work for you...?" he asks shocked.
The woman then turns to me, "Oh, and since you know about artefacts so much Miss..."
"Oh, sorry, Miss Alexa Brooke, nice to meet you."
She raises an eyebrow in surprise, "you can work for me as well. The Agents will train you in everything they know." Then she turns to leave, with Artie staring at is in curiosity before he follows the woman, carrying the artefact out the door.
We were left looking after them in stupefied silence.
"Why would she say something like that?" Bering asked.
"Who knows. But I wouldn't worry about it..."
"Why did she ask us to train you?" Bering asked me.
"I don't know what you guys do."
They turned disbelieved faces on me. "Really, where Agents, saving the world, the President, fighting bad guys..." Strong trailed off seeing me not understanding what he was talking about. "And what are artefacts?"
"You don't know?" they both shook their heads.
"Noooope," Strong dragged it out, popping the 'p'.
"Their different kinds of relics, I think it is the easiest way to put them. And they've got different abilities. Like the one we just saw for example, that was the Aztec Bloodstone- 15th century artefact that exhibits the ability to control individuals whose blood comes into contact with the stone."
"And how do you know so much about them, those two seemed shocked that you knew anything at all about them," Bering asked.
"I really don't know, I mean, ever since I can remember the only place I've ever lived is in this white room, a door that never opens so I thought I was the only human ever till tonight, a whole collection of books on artefacts. It's all I've ever known. You think I'm crazy don't you?" I asked, seeing their faces.
"No, No!" Bering reassured me, though I wasn't she if she believed me or not. "I'm sorry you had to live your life like that. You didn't have any family to look after you?"
"Nope, all on my own. That's why I know so much about artefacts, I just memorised the information as I didn't really have anything else to do."
They both looked at me sadly, "Well you can stay with me, I'll teach you everything I know."
Then she nudges, or rather elbows Strong hard, "me, as well, I mean I'll teach you as well."
"Thanks guys, I know you didn't have to do that."
"Course we did, won't leave you wandering on the streets."
"Thanks," before I remembered I hadn't introduced myself to them. "Sorry, where are my manners, my names Miss Alexa Brooke."
"Agent Myka Bering," I shook her hand.
"Agent Peter Strong, but you can call me Pete."
"Sure, so what do we do now?"
"Well..." Myka began before we were interrupted.
"This is for you Agent Bering, Strong and Miss Brooke," a man handed us a folder each though it looked like mine was the slimmest.
"Thank you Agent," Bering replied. "Ah this is about our new job, lets sort out a plane ride before we look through them."