A new story roughly based off of the Korean dramas IRIS and City Hunter! I've always wanted to write a story about secret agents and stuff :D
Enjoy and remember - Genovia isnt a real country, i just ripped it off of Princess Diaries. Also, any political stuff here like the names of presidents and stuff have been altered and I honestly don't know a thing about politics and which country has prime ministers and such. So yeah, bear with me politics-lovers. You'll see what I mean in later chapters.
Allen really had no idea why he was being put through this. He heaved and trembled, trying to fight for consciousness while trying to break free from the chair he had been chained upon.
How this happen? Just this morning, he had gotten up early for a light jog around the camp and resumed the hell of a boot camp training his guardian, Marian Cross, had sent him to because he didn't really want Allen at home. Honestly, Allen could care less about Marian Cross and the boot camp. The only thing he really cared about was his precious pet bird, Timcanpy, and fearing the instructor of the camp who had nothing but harsh words. It was a tedious life to live, but it had some purpose. Even if you're all in for peace and good will like Allen is, it's good to learn some self defense and use when necessary.
However, Allen couldn't see how he got himself into this mess. The fifteen year old recalled bidding his cabin good night then getting a pillow smack him across the face by thirteen year old delinquent, Timothy Hearst. He was awakened by two official looking men at his cabin door in the middle of the night and noticing how all his cabinmates had suddenly disappeared, he drowsily went along with the men. It wasn't until he saw Timothy and the others staring at him from the outside of the car he was brought to until he realized something strange was going on.
"Hey, what's going on?" He asked one of the men.
They didn't answer. The car's engine growled before Allen's half-asleep brain began to process what was going on.
They were outside the car.
He was not.
The car took off before Allen could ask why he was being taken away separately.
They wouldn't answer him.
"What's going on?"
"…"
"Where are you taking me?"
"…"
"What's going on?"
He panicked, reaching for the door handle, but was quickly tackled by the man next to him.
"Let me –" before Allen could finish his sentence, he felt a cloth cover his face and a sweet smell filled his nose. His eyesight blurred before going black.
And he here was now, bound to a chair in front of a glass panel in an empty room. An English woman with blonde hair and a man with chestnut brown hair glared at him from beyond the glass. The woman stood, watching him as though she were analyzing him and the man stared as to see how much pain he was in, though Allen couldn't tell if he was disgusted or overjoyed.
He shivered as he felt something like his bones set on fire. The man leaned down onto the mike and his voice was projected into the room.
"Allen Walker –"
The man was cut off by a harsh, shrill scream from a room next door. Allen flinched.
He tried again, "Allen Walker, English born, age fifteen, trainee at the British Army Training Boot Camp, presumed to enroll for the British army once he reaches the age…adopted father, Marian Cross."
"He stopped at Cross…" Allen thought in dismay as the pain went down a little, "This could only mean one thing."
"What…debt…does…he owe…you…" Allen panted, trying to flip aside his annoying white, sweat-matted bangs away from his flushed face, "What kind of…debt…this time…?"
The man and woman stared in confusion for about five seconds before sighing, "No, this is not about Marian Cross."
"Then…what…?" His breathing was slowly becoming evener.
"It is about your birth father, Mana Walker."
Allen swore his heart skipped a beat. His father wasn't a criminal, was he? When Allen had met him, Mana Walker was a clown for a circus and Allen was a display for the circus's illegal underground freak show. It had been Mana who quit the circus then reported the freak show to the police. It had been Mana who lied to the police about Allen's lack of identity and claimed Allen was his son kidnapped at birth. It had been Mana who truly cared about Allen, more so than Marian Cross who used Allen to gamble, cheat, and win money so Cross could drink booze and play with girls all night long.
So…it wasn't possible for Mana Walker to be a criminal, right?
"Mana Walker had a brother who created a computer virus that destroyed the faith of the Genovian government in Genovia by releasing all the files kept secret from the public by the government, causing the downfall of the small country and the land to be part of Spain. When Neah Walker, Mana Walker's brother, passed away, there were rumors that Mana Walker held the password for the virus, thus being able to use the virus at any time with any electronic device. Mana Walker has passed away…and now, what has he left you, his only son?"
"…" Allen simply stared. Their story was more ridiculous than the idea of Mana Walker being a criminal. For as long as he could remember, Mana was really bad at electronics. Other circuses wouldn't accept Mana if he had Allen with him, cringing at his disabled left arm that had twisted and morphed into a disgusting red limb in which you could see the veins. At that, Mana gave up being a clown and got a job as a normal window-washer while Allen went to school wearing gloves and long sleeves. Mana tried to help Allen once, in elementary school, by looking up information about Marie Antoinette and somehow blew the laptop up, thus sealing his fate as a technological fail forever.
"Are you going to answer any time soon, Allen Walker?" the man beyond the window asked.
Allen gulped, "Honestly, Mana hasn't left me anything but memories. He barely had a decent job and had horrible technological skills. I don't see how it's possible for my father to have been the owner of a computer virus."
Right away, he fired another question, "Did he leave you any last words or phrases you didn't understand? Anything unusual or maybe something he said often?"
The only thing that came to mind were the words, "Don't stop, keep walking" came to mind, a phrase often said by Mana. That seemed more like advice than a password…
Allen suddenly froze.
"Anything unusual…?"
He swallowed as he asked meekly, "Why are you questioning me?"
"Because you are the one left with memories of Mana Walker," the woman answered.
"But this is all under suspicion, isn't it? Do you have a warrant to question me? Do you have the right to torture me while interrogating me? Am I not under the legal age of an adult for this to occur?"
The two looked annoyed. And by annoyed, Allen meant no-joke-fucking-pissed-off.
"Send in Fey," the woman called.
In about three minutes, another woman dressed in white came in with a metal suitcase. She tossed her shoulder-length dark brown hair over her shoulder as she set the case next to Allen. The woman called Fey opened the case and pulled out a small needle and a tube. She set the tube in the needle and gave a small squirt.
Allen felt his heartbeat quicken, "What are you going to do?"
Fey silently came over to Allen who was struggling under the binds.
"Let go of me!" He shouted at the two inside the glass panel.
They quietly watched as Fey injected Allen.
He realized that it was the same injection from before when he felt bolts of pain shooting down his body. He screamed in horrible agony, feeling tears prickle his eyes and his body shaking violently. He felt like lightning bolts were stuck in him and they were bouncing around, trying to escape his body.
Allen coughed up blood onto the floor and writhed in pain, sweating like crazy and shaking as though he were freezing.
"…Are you ready to answer now?" The man asked.
"I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER YOU!" Allen screamed, rocking the giant metal chair back while trying to escape.
He knocked over Fey who, unfortunately, had been standing behind him with her suitcase and a surgeon's scalpel bounced out of the suitcase that burst open upon crashing against the floor. Allen caught the scalpel between his teeth and stabbed at the leather bind on his neck, slicing himself at the last cut, and then proceeded to slice off the bind on his wrists.
"Fey, do something!" The woman ordered.
Fey got up and picked up another injection from the case, but Allen had already finished cutting his right binding off. He slung his fist backwards and slammed Fey in the throat. She collapsed, heaving on the floor.
"Send someone in there!" The man yelled, turning around at the people hidden in shadows behind him.
Allen successfully cut the rest of the bindings off his other wrist and ankles. He stood up, but his legs trembled and nearly collapsed because of the injection. He panted, sloppily kicking Fey in the abdomen when she got back up, though she desperately grabbed at his ankle.
"Stop him! Arrest Allen Walker!"
Allen grabbed the door's side and pressed himself against the wall as he walked, as though he were a drunk man.
"I found him!" A man who just turned a corner ran after Allen who staggered on the wall.
Allen flung the scalpel at him and accurately shot his neck, causing him to fall. He prayed it wasn't that deep so the man wouldn't die.
The place was a maze, and unfortunately, Allen was one to get easily lost. He tripped and staggered and shook violently as he turned corners and walked down stairs. Luckily for him, this was pretty much a maze for the people who worked here too; the men after Allen turned left when Allen was at the right corner. He made it as far to the front door before someone grabbed a handful his messy silver-white hair and pushed him onto his knees. He felt a gunpoint pressing against his pale neck and other men in black surrounded Allen, holding handguns themselves.
Allen panted, trying to stay conscious.
"You made it pretty far," the woman from behind the glass remarked as she stepped in front of him with a small smile, "Too bad you couldn't get through the front door."
He gave up. Allen's head dropped as soon as the person behind him saw his eyes close and let go.