This is my second fanfic. This story will be based on the book Don't Look
Behind You by Lois Duncan. I hope you enjoy it. Please review at the end,
if you want!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Prologue
It was a sunny day and a man with a business suite on was looking out of a big tinted window in his office. He was gazing out the window watching the traffic outside on the streets. He turned to face his desk and started to pack up his black brief case. He was getting ready to leave for his daughter's birthday party. He had the gift on the table wrapped and ready to go. He picked up the gift along with a knife cutting the gold wrapping paper and putting a blue floppy disk in the hole. The brown haired man started to seal the rip, when a young blond woman, in her mid twenties, walked in and said "Mr. Johnson, your boss wants to see you before you leave today."
Mr. Johnson heisted before he answered her "Could you tell him that he just missed me. I don't want to be late for my daughter's party. She's turning eight you know."
"Yes, Mr. Johnson." The young women said and turned around to leave. Mr. Johnson gave a slight sigh of relief. He unbuttoned his shirt to make sure the wire was still on his chest, so his fellow agents could hear him. The wire had fallen off chest because he was sweating so much. He put the wire back on his chest and buttoned up his shirt. He picked up his brief case and the present. Mr. Johnson walked out of the room and down to the lobby, when he reached the lobby he was stopped by a guard. The guard asked Mr. Johnson to give him his brief case, so he could look in it, and asked for the present. Mr. Johnson was about to walk through the door when his boss came up to him.
"Looks like I caught you just in time." He said with laughter filling his voice. Mr. Brown's ponytail hung from his shoulder and he reached his hand out to shake Mr. Johnson's hand.
"Yes, I guess you did Mr. Brown." Said Mr. Johnson reaching his hand out in return.
"Well, who is the present for?" asked Mr. Brown trying to make conversation.
"It's for my daughter, she's turning eight."
"What did you get her?"
"I got her a Barbie." (I have no idea if kids that age still like Barbie.)
"That's nice! Oh, before I forget we are going to see Mr. James and I want you to come with me." Said Mr. Brown in a very swift voice.
"Why? You never had me come with you before." Replied Mr. Johnson with a nervous look on his face.
"I know, but this time I need you. You been working very hard and I think it's about time I promote you."
"Oh well, sir that is an honor, thank you!" Mr. Johnson said before he looked at his watch and saw what time it was. "I hate to cut this short, but I got to go." Truth be told he didn't have to leave until another hour, but he couldn't stand it in this building anymore and had to get out. "Have a nice day, sir." As he turned towards the exit Mr. Brown spoke.
"I couldn't help, but notice that you never asked when or where we are going."
*In the garage with other agents*
"He's on to him." said a young woman with long black hair that was pulled back into a bun. She was wearing black pants and a white button down shirt.
"No! Not yet, Kate." Said a man, who was a little overweight, with brown spiked hair. He too was wearing black pants and a white button down shirt, only with a blazer.
"Bob, I think we should go in." said Kate as she turned to look at him.
"No, give him a few more minutes."
*Back with Mr. Johnson*
"Well, I thought I could get more information about it tomorrow since I have to go." Said Mr. Johnson trying not to show how scared he was. He could feel the sweat on his forehead running down his tan face.
"WHERE IS IT?" yelled Mr. Brown as he ripped open Mr. Johnson's shirt and found and nothing.
"What are you talking about, sir." asked Mr. Johnson starting to get really scared.
"The wire, WHERE IS IT?" he shouted and was getting very angry.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I know you are part of the FBI." Mr. Brown said as he pulled out his gun. Mr. Johnson ran out of the door and rolled down the steps. Mr. Brown shot him in the shoulder though.
*With Kate and Bob*
"LET"S GO" yelled Kate and opened the van and started to run towards the entrance of the building with Bob right behind her. They both pulled out the guns and had the S.W.A.T. team right behind them too. When they finally reached the entrance Mr. Johnson was on the ground holding onto his shoulder and looking at Mr. Brown, who was about to shot him again.
"Drop the gun, FBI." Yelled Bob. Mr. Brown looked up and saw he was out number and threw his weapon to the side. The S.W.A.T. Team grab him started to take him away when he said.
"I'll get you Johnson and your family too. I will make sure that I kill them right in front of your eyes, even if that means I have to cut your eyelids off. So you can see it happen." Mr. Johnson was shocked and watched as they took him away.
"Are you alright, Michael?" asked Kate and held out her hand.
"GET MY FAMILY, NOW." yelled Mr. Johnson.
*At the Johnson's House*
A little girl in blue jeans and a pink short sleeve shirt was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her cake finish baking. She was playing with her light brown hair that reached about an inch before her shoulders. She was trying to decide whether to put it up or leave it down. The oven went off and she jumped out of her chair and ran to go get her mom.
"Mom, the cake is ready!" yelled the excited seven year old girl. She ran into her parent's room to see her mom looking in the mirror. "Mom, it's ready!" she yelled again.
"Ok, Kimberly. I'm coming" said her mom, who was putting in her last earring. Her mother looked into the mirror and checked her long dark hair that hung down to her waist. She was wearing a light purple skirt and a slightly darker purple sweater. She turned away from the mirror and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Kimberly was jumping up and down in excitement. Her mother opened the oven and put mittens on and slowly took the cake out. She gently placed it on the kitchen table. "Honey, why don't you go get the mail for me?"
"Ok" said Kimberly and ran out of the kitchen and opened the front door. She ran down three steps and to the mailbox. She quickly grabbed the mail and started to run back into the house, when she saw two police cars pull into her driveway.
In the first car a man in his late thirties came out and in the second one a women in her late twenties came out. They walked up to the little girl. "Where is your mother?" asked the man.
"She is inside. Why? Is she in trouble?" asked Kimberly in a cute little kid voice. The young woman knelt down beside her and took her two hands and put them in her own. She was about to say something, when the man ran into the house. She watched him, and then looked at Kimberly, who looked confused.
"Come with me, we are going to see your father!" said the young woman in a nice gentle voice. Kimberly followed her to the car. As the young women was putting Kimberly's seatbelt on, she heard a gun shot. She quickly shut the door and took her gun out. She didn't want to leave Kimberly alone, so she waited for her partner to come out of the house. She only waited for a few minutes, when she saw her partner with Mrs. Johnson running out of the house. He had his gun out and turned around, so he was facing the front of the house.
"Take these two to the hospital." He yelled to his partner.
She told Mrs. Johnson to get in the back with Kimberly. Mrs. Johnson did as she was told and put on her seatbelt and hugged Kimberly, while the woman pulled out of the driveway. She saw her partner one last time before she pulled out.
Two men dressed in all black ran out of the house with guns in their hands. Her partner was behind his car and shot at both of them, but he missed, they shot back quickly enough to hit the cop in the throat and in his chest. He was dead!
*At the hospital*
Mr. Johnson was pacing back and forth waiting to hear from his wife and daughter. Kate was starring at him. She didn't know what to say to him. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"We got them both, but Charlie is dead" said the young voice.
"Ok...um...where are you?"
"Outside of the hospital."
"Good, bring them upstairs. Bye" said Kate and hung up.
*About five minutes later*
The Johnson family was in a small room with guards around the room. They all hugged each other to make sure everyone was ok. Kate and Bob walked in with three yellow folders. Bob turned around and gently shut the gray door. He walked up to Mr. Johnson, who had his right arm around his wife and his other arm in a sling.
"I don't know how to say this, so I am just going to come right out and say it. We need to put you and your family in the witness protection program." Said Bob, who was waiting to see Mr. Johnson's reaction. Mr. Johnson stood there in disbelief and shook his head before he answered him.
"What!? Why?" he asked still in shock.
"Look Michael I know what your think—-"Bob started but was cut off by Mr. Johnson.
"How do you what I am thinking I can barely form any thoughts in my own head."
"Brown, is a very dangerous person and not to mention has many connections. You and your family are not safe."
"Yes, but isn't he in jail?" asked Mrs. Johnson who spoke for the first since she was put in the police car.
"Yes! However, he has MANY connections and people need the money he was going to get from selling the drugs. They could get very pissed off and come after you guys and kill you." Said Bob.
"Are you sure there's no other way?" asked Mr. Johnson.
"We've checked and there isn't, Michael." said Kate who was looking very upset, because they would have to start their lives over and not be able to talk to any of their friends again! Mr. Johnson sighed and looked at his daughter who was looking a little clueless as to what was going on and his wife who was near tears.
"These folders have your new names. Michael Joseph Johnson, you will become Kyle Brandon Smith. Lisa Marie Johnson you will become Alexandra Lynn Smith. Kimberly Elizabeth Johnson you will become Tammy Ann Smith. You will have different birthdays now, so Kimbe- Tammy today is not your birthday anymore. However you are still eight." The little girl looked up at him and looked into his eyes.
"I don't want to be Tammy, I want to be Kimberly!" she said in voice that was almost a whisper.
"You don't have a choice, Kimberly is dead!" He said before he could realize that he should have used a different word.
"I AM NOT DEAD!" She yelled back.
"NO! Tammy you are not, but Kimberly is." He told her and then changed the subject before she could say anything. "Kyle your birthday is Oct. 8 same year as before. Alexandra your birthday is Nov. 24 same year. Tammy your birthday is May 14 same year." The little girl crossed her arms and sat down in the green chair next to her. "We have a plane for you to leave the United States and it will take you to China, tonight."
"China isn't that a little... FAR?" asked Mr. Smith.
"No, we figure he wouldn't check the place he was going to deliver the drugs to." Said Kate.
"We should get going your plane is going to leave soon!" said Bob.
*At the airport*
Mr. and Mrs. Smith had agents everywhere around them. Bob and Kate stayed next to them until their plane was announced. The Smith family got on the plane and waved good-bye to them. Tammy sat on the window seat and looked out the window, but not paying attention to what was happening out there. The only thing she could see was memories, which would not longer belong to Kimberly Elizabeth Johnson for she was dead. Tammy didn't have any memories that belonged to her. She continued to look out the window with a tear falling down her left check.
*Four years later*
Tammy lived in Hong Kong, China. She was loving it, sort of. She felt like there was a piece of her missing and nothing could fill that spot up, not even her new friends.
Her dad has a new job and she never gets to see him that much, that wasn't anything new though. When he was in the FBI she didn't see him that much anyways. Her mom works in a little flower shop and she was barely talking to Tammy. Tammy did a lot sports over the past four years, but she found three she loved play, so now she does soccer, basketball and beyblade.
Finished! I hoped you guys enjoyed this Prologue. Oh and I am going to let you guys pick the pairings, you know Ray/Tammy, Tyson/Tammy, Max/Tammy, Kai/Tammy, and Kenny/Tammy. The readers get to pick. By the fifth chapter, if I get enough reviews to continue, I will probably get the two together. I will write the next chapter after I get a review for the prologue. Thank you for reading this!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Prologue
It was a sunny day and a man with a business suite on was looking out of a big tinted window in his office. He was gazing out the window watching the traffic outside on the streets. He turned to face his desk and started to pack up his black brief case. He was getting ready to leave for his daughter's birthday party. He had the gift on the table wrapped and ready to go. He picked up the gift along with a knife cutting the gold wrapping paper and putting a blue floppy disk in the hole. The brown haired man started to seal the rip, when a young blond woman, in her mid twenties, walked in and said "Mr. Johnson, your boss wants to see you before you leave today."
Mr. Johnson heisted before he answered her "Could you tell him that he just missed me. I don't want to be late for my daughter's party. She's turning eight you know."
"Yes, Mr. Johnson." The young women said and turned around to leave. Mr. Johnson gave a slight sigh of relief. He unbuttoned his shirt to make sure the wire was still on his chest, so his fellow agents could hear him. The wire had fallen off chest because he was sweating so much. He put the wire back on his chest and buttoned up his shirt. He picked up his brief case and the present. Mr. Johnson walked out of the room and down to the lobby, when he reached the lobby he was stopped by a guard. The guard asked Mr. Johnson to give him his brief case, so he could look in it, and asked for the present. Mr. Johnson was about to walk through the door when his boss came up to him.
"Looks like I caught you just in time." He said with laughter filling his voice. Mr. Brown's ponytail hung from his shoulder and he reached his hand out to shake Mr. Johnson's hand.
"Yes, I guess you did Mr. Brown." Said Mr. Johnson reaching his hand out in return.
"Well, who is the present for?" asked Mr. Brown trying to make conversation.
"It's for my daughter, she's turning eight."
"What did you get her?"
"I got her a Barbie." (I have no idea if kids that age still like Barbie.)
"That's nice! Oh, before I forget we are going to see Mr. James and I want you to come with me." Said Mr. Brown in a very swift voice.
"Why? You never had me come with you before." Replied Mr. Johnson with a nervous look on his face.
"I know, but this time I need you. You been working very hard and I think it's about time I promote you."
"Oh well, sir that is an honor, thank you!" Mr. Johnson said before he looked at his watch and saw what time it was. "I hate to cut this short, but I got to go." Truth be told he didn't have to leave until another hour, but he couldn't stand it in this building anymore and had to get out. "Have a nice day, sir." As he turned towards the exit Mr. Brown spoke.
"I couldn't help, but notice that you never asked when or where we are going."
*In the garage with other agents*
"He's on to him." said a young woman with long black hair that was pulled back into a bun. She was wearing black pants and a white button down shirt.
"No! Not yet, Kate." Said a man, who was a little overweight, with brown spiked hair. He too was wearing black pants and a white button down shirt, only with a blazer.
"Bob, I think we should go in." said Kate as she turned to look at him.
"No, give him a few more minutes."
*Back with Mr. Johnson*
"Well, I thought I could get more information about it tomorrow since I have to go." Said Mr. Johnson trying not to show how scared he was. He could feel the sweat on his forehead running down his tan face.
"WHERE IS IT?" yelled Mr. Brown as he ripped open Mr. Johnson's shirt and found and nothing.
"What are you talking about, sir." asked Mr. Johnson starting to get really scared.
"The wire, WHERE IS IT?" he shouted and was getting very angry.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I know you are part of the FBI." Mr. Brown said as he pulled out his gun. Mr. Johnson ran out of the door and rolled down the steps. Mr. Brown shot him in the shoulder though.
*With Kate and Bob*
"LET"S GO" yelled Kate and opened the van and started to run towards the entrance of the building with Bob right behind her. They both pulled out the guns and had the S.W.A.T. team right behind them too. When they finally reached the entrance Mr. Johnson was on the ground holding onto his shoulder and looking at Mr. Brown, who was about to shot him again.
"Drop the gun, FBI." Yelled Bob. Mr. Brown looked up and saw he was out number and threw his weapon to the side. The S.W.A.T. Team grab him started to take him away when he said.
"I'll get you Johnson and your family too. I will make sure that I kill them right in front of your eyes, even if that means I have to cut your eyelids off. So you can see it happen." Mr. Johnson was shocked and watched as they took him away.
"Are you alright, Michael?" asked Kate and held out her hand.
"GET MY FAMILY, NOW." yelled Mr. Johnson.
*At the Johnson's House*
A little girl in blue jeans and a pink short sleeve shirt was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her cake finish baking. She was playing with her light brown hair that reached about an inch before her shoulders. She was trying to decide whether to put it up or leave it down. The oven went off and she jumped out of her chair and ran to go get her mom.
"Mom, the cake is ready!" yelled the excited seven year old girl. She ran into her parent's room to see her mom looking in the mirror. "Mom, it's ready!" she yelled again.
"Ok, Kimberly. I'm coming" said her mom, who was putting in her last earring. Her mother looked into the mirror and checked her long dark hair that hung down to her waist. She was wearing a light purple skirt and a slightly darker purple sweater. She turned away from the mirror and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Kimberly was jumping up and down in excitement. Her mother opened the oven and put mittens on and slowly took the cake out. She gently placed it on the kitchen table. "Honey, why don't you go get the mail for me?"
"Ok" said Kimberly and ran out of the kitchen and opened the front door. She ran down three steps and to the mailbox. She quickly grabbed the mail and started to run back into the house, when she saw two police cars pull into her driveway.
In the first car a man in his late thirties came out and in the second one a women in her late twenties came out. They walked up to the little girl. "Where is your mother?" asked the man.
"She is inside. Why? Is she in trouble?" asked Kimberly in a cute little kid voice. The young woman knelt down beside her and took her two hands and put them in her own. She was about to say something, when the man ran into the house. She watched him, and then looked at Kimberly, who looked confused.
"Come with me, we are going to see your father!" said the young woman in a nice gentle voice. Kimberly followed her to the car. As the young women was putting Kimberly's seatbelt on, she heard a gun shot. She quickly shut the door and took her gun out. She didn't want to leave Kimberly alone, so she waited for her partner to come out of the house. She only waited for a few minutes, when she saw her partner with Mrs. Johnson running out of the house. He had his gun out and turned around, so he was facing the front of the house.
"Take these two to the hospital." He yelled to his partner.
She told Mrs. Johnson to get in the back with Kimberly. Mrs. Johnson did as she was told and put on her seatbelt and hugged Kimberly, while the woman pulled out of the driveway. She saw her partner one last time before she pulled out.
Two men dressed in all black ran out of the house with guns in their hands. Her partner was behind his car and shot at both of them, but he missed, they shot back quickly enough to hit the cop in the throat and in his chest. He was dead!
*At the hospital*
Mr. Johnson was pacing back and forth waiting to hear from his wife and daughter. Kate was starring at him. She didn't know what to say to him. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"We got them both, but Charlie is dead" said the young voice.
"Ok...um...where are you?"
"Outside of the hospital."
"Good, bring them upstairs. Bye" said Kate and hung up.
*About five minutes later*
The Johnson family was in a small room with guards around the room. They all hugged each other to make sure everyone was ok. Kate and Bob walked in with three yellow folders. Bob turned around and gently shut the gray door. He walked up to Mr. Johnson, who had his right arm around his wife and his other arm in a sling.
"I don't know how to say this, so I am just going to come right out and say it. We need to put you and your family in the witness protection program." Said Bob, who was waiting to see Mr. Johnson's reaction. Mr. Johnson stood there in disbelief and shook his head before he answered him.
"What!? Why?" he asked still in shock.
"Look Michael I know what your think—-"Bob started but was cut off by Mr. Johnson.
"How do you what I am thinking I can barely form any thoughts in my own head."
"Brown, is a very dangerous person and not to mention has many connections. You and your family are not safe."
"Yes, but isn't he in jail?" asked Mrs. Johnson who spoke for the first since she was put in the police car.
"Yes! However, he has MANY connections and people need the money he was going to get from selling the drugs. They could get very pissed off and come after you guys and kill you." Said Bob.
"Are you sure there's no other way?" asked Mr. Johnson.
"We've checked and there isn't, Michael." said Kate who was looking very upset, because they would have to start their lives over and not be able to talk to any of their friends again! Mr. Johnson sighed and looked at his daughter who was looking a little clueless as to what was going on and his wife who was near tears.
"These folders have your new names. Michael Joseph Johnson, you will become Kyle Brandon Smith. Lisa Marie Johnson you will become Alexandra Lynn Smith. Kimberly Elizabeth Johnson you will become Tammy Ann Smith. You will have different birthdays now, so Kimbe- Tammy today is not your birthday anymore. However you are still eight." The little girl looked up at him and looked into his eyes.
"I don't want to be Tammy, I want to be Kimberly!" she said in voice that was almost a whisper.
"You don't have a choice, Kimberly is dead!" He said before he could realize that he should have used a different word.
"I AM NOT DEAD!" She yelled back.
"NO! Tammy you are not, but Kimberly is." He told her and then changed the subject before she could say anything. "Kyle your birthday is Oct. 8 same year as before. Alexandra your birthday is Nov. 24 same year. Tammy your birthday is May 14 same year." The little girl crossed her arms and sat down in the green chair next to her. "We have a plane for you to leave the United States and it will take you to China, tonight."
"China isn't that a little... FAR?" asked Mr. Smith.
"No, we figure he wouldn't check the place he was going to deliver the drugs to." Said Kate.
"We should get going your plane is going to leave soon!" said Bob.
*At the airport*
Mr. and Mrs. Smith had agents everywhere around them. Bob and Kate stayed next to them until their plane was announced. The Smith family got on the plane and waved good-bye to them. Tammy sat on the window seat and looked out the window, but not paying attention to what was happening out there. The only thing she could see was memories, which would not longer belong to Kimberly Elizabeth Johnson for she was dead. Tammy didn't have any memories that belonged to her. She continued to look out the window with a tear falling down her left check.
*Four years later*
Tammy lived in Hong Kong, China. She was loving it, sort of. She felt like there was a piece of her missing and nothing could fill that spot up, not even her new friends.
Her dad has a new job and she never gets to see him that much, that wasn't anything new though. When he was in the FBI she didn't see him that much anyways. Her mom works in a little flower shop and she was barely talking to Tammy. Tammy did a lot sports over the past four years, but she found three she loved play, so now she does soccer, basketball and beyblade.
Finished! I hoped you guys enjoyed this Prologue. Oh and I am going to let you guys pick the pairings, you know Ray/Tammy, Tyson/Tammy, Max/Tammy, Kai/Tammy, and Kenny/Tammy. The readers get to pick. By the fifth chapter, if I get enough reviews to continue, I will probably get the two together. I will write the next chapter after I get a review for the prologue. Thank you for reading this!!