This is my second fanfic, and I'm posting it very tentatively... let me know what you think by leaving a review!
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The old man opened his eyes as the young teenage girl approached the hospital bed he was lying in.
"Hello," he said hesitantly, lifting his head up. "Do I know you?"
The girl bowed her head, the bright fire engine red covering her face until only her radioactive green eyes were visible through the long strands.
"Hello, Mr Obrien," she said, coming to the side of his bed. She touched his hand gently. "My name is Raegan. How are you feeling today?"
The man blinked as she picked up the clipboard on the end of his bed. She looked up at him. "The gash in your leg appears to be healing quite well," she said, ignoring the fact that it said his leg was going to need amputation because it was that badly injured.
She pulled his leg over to where she was standing, her fingers touching the bandage gently. Silver sparks ran along the length of the bandage.
Mr Obrien briefly wondered if his eyes were seeing it right, or if the amount of pain relief he was on was messing with his mind. He settled on the latter as the girl left him by himself in the hospital ward.
When the nurse next came in to check the state of Mr Obrien's leg later that afternoon, she was surprised to find the skin totally healed up. There was nothing but unblemished skin- where just the day before, there had been festering, putrid flesh from eight gunshot wounds that had turned septic.
"It's a miracle!" she cried, rushing from the room to gather her fellow nurses, each who had seen the severity of the wound.
Needless to say, each one was shocked. Mr Obrien loved the increased attention and beamed at everybody who passed by to gawk. "Raegan did it," he informed everybody, including the nice men in suits who had come to visit him later that afternoon.
They had asked a lot of questions- mainly about what Raegan looked like and how she had fixed his leg. Then they began asking the nurses questions about how Raegan had got in. When they couldn't find the corresponding security footage, Mr Obrien was taken to a private room at the other end of the hospital, where doctors did lots of tests on him, before eventually concluding that it was a miracle.
Lots of news crews came to talk to Mr Obrien, but they were only allowed to talk to him when one of the men in uniform was sitting with him and had the power to 'veto' questions- something the men did a lot. Mr Obrien was constantly told that if he knew anything about Raegan, then he should tell one of the men because she was in a lot of trouble.
Mr Obrien was released from hospital three days later.
He never saw Raegan- the mysterious girl who had fixed his leg in a matter of seconds- ever again.
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"Get up! NOW!" Raegan blinked and stared around at the small concrete cell she was lying in. Chains around her ankles clinked as she moved her legs in an attempt to stand.
"Don't bother. You won't get rid of the sedative for a while," an unrecognisable voice told her.
"What...the hell... did you... shoot me with?" Her voice slurred as she tried to regain control of her tongue.
"Trade secret," the voice chuckled, and she heard them open the door in the bars that contained her in the small cell.
"Where am I?" Raegan asked.
"Trustheim, sweetheart. I've been told you're quite familiar with the facility."
Raegan scowled at the owner of the voice- a young man, about twenty, with shaggy brown hair and icy blue eyes. "You brought me to Trustheim? Seriously? Do you guys have any idea of how many people want to kill me here?"
"That's why you're here. People will be more likely to participate fully in sparring if you are the one they're trying to incapacitate."
She rolled her eyes. "I genuinely hate you all."
He unlocked the chains around her ankles and offered her his hand. "I'm Max."
Raegan smiled. "You're a new recruit, aren't you? I'm terribly sorry about this," she said to him.
Then she punched him in the face and ran off.
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"Hey, you!" A nearby guard reached out a hand to grab at Raegan as she sprinted past. She tripped him and continued running along.
The corridors were a maze that she had no clue on how to navigate, and yet she seemed to be getting to busier and busier areas. She winced as she ran into someone, their shoulder jarring her entire upper body.
A man in jeans and a white shirt- looking out of place in the sea of black-clothed agents- stared down at her. He was impressively built, with bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair that was kept back in a slightly-longer-than-military-regulation style.
Willing herself to get past the man, she ran at full speed toward him and slid between his legs. He growled and began running after her.
"Raegan! Stop!" he called out from behind her.
"Not on your life!" she shouted back- picking up his American accent and throwing it back at him in a startlingly good imitation- before darting around the corner. She leant back and gave him a mock salute before disappearing completely. "God bless America and all that crap!" he heard her shout as she ran away.
"She... is gonna be a handful," he sighed, before loading a tranquiliser clip into his modified handgun and shooting eight into Raegan. He watched as the girl stopped running mid-stride and crumpled to the floor.
One of the perks of being her handler was being allowed around her all the time, and as he holstered the gun and carried her to the apartment they shared, he realised that she was going to be a very interesting roommate.
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Raegan woke up in a bed that was not hers.
"The door is locked, the windows are made of bulletproof glass and there are eight guards stationed outside the room. You aren't going anywhere anytime soon," a gruff male voice informed her.
Raegan opened her eyes blearily and stared at the man at the end of her bed. "Clearly, you aren't military or you would have shot me by now," she murmured, moving a clump of hair out of her face. "Or are you a new recruit that drew the short straw?"
"I chose to be your handler," he said.
"Nobody ever gets me by choice," she whispered, sitting up and pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail. Her eyes locked with his and she slumped back against the headboard of the bed.
"What is it that you want me for?" she muttered, folding her arms. "And how long am I going to be stuck here for?"
"We're going about this all wrong," he said. "I'm Ali." He held his hand out for her to shake, which she tentatively took, but firmly shook.
Her hand was soft and warm and he relished the skin-on-skin touch- the military seemed to frown upon skin contact.
"Raegan," she chuckled. "Would you believe it, Ali, that you are the first person to treat me as anything other than something that should be caged?"
Ali looked genuinely shocked at this statement.
"They thought I was crazy," he told her. "Because I insisted on taking you as my assignment despite all the warnings they gave me."
"Ali, you probably are crazy. EVERYTHING they told you is true. I have killed people. Yes, the Stockholm incident did happen, and yes, I was the agent."
"You killed the President?" Ali said, looking over at her in amazement. She gave him a wry smile.
"Look, you seem like a nice guy. Why don't you just turn around and send in a guy that hates me so that I can justify- somehow- their death?"
Ali reached forward and pinned her to the bed. "You are not killing anybody on my watch," he growled.
"Guards rotate on a fortnightly basis. I give you six days before a major incident, which will probably result in death or multiple deaths."
"Like who? I might not ever let you out of this room," Ali replied, a crafty smile creeping onto his face. He thought he'd won, which made Raegan chuckle and beckon for him to move in so she could divulge some sort of secret.
"It may not be the death of someone at my hands. Do you have any idea of how many people want me dead? I may not be able to get out, but most people can get in. Did that occur to you, Ali?"
He smiled. "Oh, Miss Adakai, you have such little faith in humanity. That would never happen."
The haunted look in her eyes said otherwise.
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