A/N) HHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO WOOOORRRLD! I. AM. BACK *dun duuuuuun*, *crickets, crickets, cricket* Okay, guess you guys aren't as happy see me as I thought, oh well, *shrugs* I still am super excited, this is my first chapter of my third story in mu trilogy! Yay! So I just wanted to give you guys a heads up before you start reading.
This story might turn out darker than my other two, because of Chad's death and you know, Rachel might be undergoing a character change, but do not despair, I will try my best to make you love this story! Oh and another thing I might not be updating this one so fast, hey, don't blame me, blame school work and jobs! Anyway so enough of my stupid ranting, here if the official first chapter of my third story! As always, ENJOY!
Ok I'm done...
Disclaimer: But you already knew that...
A flash against the dark moon jumped off a high roof top and onto another. A dark, black clad figure was running across the city's dark roof tops, three others pursuing behind.
"There she goes!"
"Get her you morons!" A coarse voiced one hissed at the other two.
The first figure stopped, ahead by five roofs. She turned to get a look at her options, her dark brown eyes flashing from the moon. They were hot on her tail. How to lose them? How?
Her eyes fell on a small opening that they could miss. She smirked behind her black mask and ran forward, somersaulting in the air, she pointed her body down and flew out of sight.
The pursuing figures stopped above.
"Hey where'd she go?" A deep voice asked confused.
"I don't care! You, go that way, you the other, I'll check over there." The same coarse voice instructed roughly.
The girl smiled at herself as the others moved away, she had wedged herself between the close-set buildings. She slowly slid down against the rough wall and landed in a narrow alleyway.
She pressed a button on her gloved wrist. The next instant where there seemed to be nothing before a sleek silver motorcycle appeared out of its cloak. The girl threw her petit form on it and revved the motor, pulling a wheely she speed of down the dark, cold city street.
The next minute her ears picked up the sound of two more motor. She glanced behind spotting two black bikes close behind... wait, only two where was the o-
She gasped as the third pursuer pulled up in the street ahead, blocking her exit. Should she stop or push on.
Her quick eyes saw an escape shot. She revved the motor and charged full speed. When it looked like she was going to run over the blocker she pulled a very sharp turn and flew up an unsuspecting car and over the blocking pursuer, bike and all.
She landed on the other side with a high squeal of her tires and loud growl of her bike, curses from behind following her away.
She drove on into the night, taking twists and turns to confuse anybody that might be watching, then she pulled up to her destination.
A huge oak tree.
A tree that seemed to hold nothing of importance. Seemed, she jumped off her bike and knocked three times on a boulder next to said tree. Instantly it opened to show a dimly lit cylinder inside. She wheeled her bike in and the trunk closed up, leaving no trace of anything or anybody behind.
Down it went and finally stopped, opening up once more to reveal a huge lobby alive and buzzing with hundreds of teenagers and a few mentors, and robots rolling to and fro with paper work or such.
"Number 362!" A voice rang out.
The girl turned to see a tall, skinny, orange haired boy with braces running towards her.
She pulled off her mask letting waves of silky shiny blond hair cascade down to her lower back.
"Number 20.0, my bike, be careful with it." She said in an authoritative voice.
The boy smiled and nodded eagerly, "Like always." He gripped the handle bars and wheeled the girls bike away.
Number 362 took a deep breath and walked into the crowded lobby, shouts of greeting followed her, with which she answered with a simple nod or wave. She walked briskly up to the huge glass-topped main desk.
"Number 362! So glad to see you from your mission safe and sound, here's your file." A pretty curly honey blond-haired girl chirped.
"Thanks number 12, bye." She said simply as she grabbed the file and headed down a dimly lit hallway.
Number 362, aka Rachel McKenzie. A 17-year-old beauty with a mission. Two years ago she was just a normal fifteen year old girl, dealing with the horrors of a strange high school. That is until she became a target for an unknown foe, she, not knowing anything about the strange attacks or understanding what was going on, was being protected by a young boy that knew all about it, sent to keep her safe from that very organization.
Later on, hating being left in the dark, Rachel decided to join this secret agency and soon became one of the best agents here. A year later she graduated and became a part of the very boys team whose mission she was from the beginning. There were ups and downs, in which she found the second player in this deadly game. A seemingly supernatural dark force that wanted something from her called the white force. Apparently she had, had something super natural in herself. The dark being sucked it out of her, which should have killed her but somehow it didn't. Leaving that question unanswered she rescued over a hundred agents, fought the darkness and caused a huge mess, ending in the death of her sectors leader causing her to fall in a state of depression, pushing her to very nearly quit. But she eventually realized that if she quit, then all that really would have been for nothing.
So now a year later, she'd moved up in the agency's status chain and eventually became her sectors new leader. Built by guilt and realization of the fact that this position was full of responsibility and danger, she was no longer the teasing girl she once was. Now everything was straight for her.
She turned down a short hall and found her sectors door. She pushed it open, her eyes being greeted by a brightly lit room with four desks aligned against each adjacent wall.
Only one person was in the room, and he was busy typing away at his computer. Upon her entrance he looked up and smiled a smile that could light up the dark, "Hey Rachel, there you are. How'd the mission go." He asked warmly.
Walking over she pulled a small USB device out of her black outfit, "Got the chip, here, analyze it for me." She handed it to the dark-skinned boy.
"Uh, interesting, you got us a good piece of information and their weapons systems and it looks like there's a coded file for their recruiting lists. I'll crack that later. Nice piece of work Rachel."
"Thanks Maurice." The blond gave him a small smile.
Maurice Nyne had been best friends of their previous sector leader, Chad Dixon. But somehow he warmed up to her too and now they were not only in the same sector and agency but best friends as well. Maurice was the only one left that knew her in both her lives.
Her Rachel side, and her Number 362 side.
He had also been the one to get her back on her feet. She loved him like an older brother, because he made her feel that no matter what happened she wasn't in it alone. Even if it felt like that sometimes.
He had just turned 18 and was her second in command, but he mostly handled information, and research. He was a grade A code cracker too.
Rachel flipped her long hair over her shoulder and sat at her own heavy wooden desk. Instantly she got lost in her files and computer. Things for her now were always, 'do it right or don't do it at all'.
Suddenly a loud garble was heard outside her door. In burst a fiery, frizzy red-headed girl, with burning emerald-green eyes, a small freckled tomato nose and a scowl on her face.
"I can't belive ya'd do that ta me!" She shrieked in a heavy Irish accented voice.
A tall dark-haired boy sighed behind her scowling figure.
Rachel shook her head, they were at it again, Fanny Fulbright, a girl she'd met when she was a cadet in the agency. A strong, loud girl who absolutely hated boys... with the acceptation of her accidental boyfriend, who was also one of Rachel's close agency friends.
He was a tall board shouldered boy with ebony black hair and ocean blue eyes. He had a strong physic and a cool calm manner, well, usually, but things were a little different when it came to the fiery red-head that was his girlfriend.
A boy who could yell like a drill sergeant, almost as loud as Fanny if need be. The only guy with the guts to handle the dangerous Irish girl. His name, Patton Drilovsky, a young polish boy with strength that could only be matched by Fanny. Both young agents had been promoted from their sector al; the way up to Rachel's, so now they were under her command too.
"But Fan. It's not what you heard I swear!" He protested.
"Oh yah, then what was it? I heard you tell those loser boys that you'd rather date Number 10 then me!" She hollered refusing to cry.
Rachel sighed as she glanced at Maurice, who was trying to hide his amusement.
"Fanny, that's not true!" Patton groaned desperately, "You didn't hear the whole thing, I said 'That I would date you rather than date Number 10 any day!' They were making fun of you so I stepped In." He explained.
Fanny glared at him and crossed her arms, turning away, she pouted, looking absolutely adorable in the process.
Rachel cleared her throat getting both the arguing teens attention, "Listen guys, stop arguing. Fanny listen to Pat, you know he would never do anything to hurt you. And Pat, let her cool down, I'm going to head home, I promised mom I would be home by ten, I'm a half hour late and now I have to make up an excuse, and all of you, remember your paper work before you leave, is that clear." She finished already at the door.
"Yes sir." They all answered, one glumly, the other grouchy, the last amused.
"Good, later guys." She called heading out and towards the garage.
10 minutes later, She was in front of her big, beautiful mansion. She jumped of her bike, actually it was Chad's old motorcycle, her father had given him for saving her life. After his death, there was nothing to do with it. So, after much begging and persuading, her parents had finally agreed to let her ride the bike. Even though she had to throw in a couple of excuses and fake stories of why she had it and what happened to Chad.
So now she was riding it in his memory, or something like that.
She walked up her huge drive way. The air was cold, and crisp. It was the dead of January, Rachel remembered back in the day when she had hated the cold. Now she could care less about it. She always felt cold anyway, but she was never sure if it was her body heat or just some part of her that had frozen over.
She walked inside, the entrance was empty and freezing because of the shimmering marble tiles. The moon sent eerie streaks on it through the thin entrance window curtains. She slowly started up the grand stair way using her skills. In addition to master of hand to hand combat, she also excelled in stealth.
She just hoped her family was asleep, she really didn't feel like blowing excuses, even if she had become good at making them up in an instant.
She slipped around the carpeted corridor, no sign of, mom, dad, or little brother. Her room was just up ahead.
Just a little farther and... safe.
She sighed as she slipped into her quiet familiar surrounding. The only place she really belonged, just her, nobody else.
Not that she wanted anybody else to share her personal space with.
She undressed and redressed into her warm P.J.'s and slipped into her large comfortable bed. One more day over... only the rest of her life to go.
"Rachel... Rachel? YO RACHEL!"
"Huh? What, oh Hi Abby, um, how long have you been there?" Rachel blinked and looked at the pretty African girl who was standing in front of her.
"Abby's been standing here for five minutes, what's up with you?" The girl answered putting herself in third person as was usual for her.
The petite blonde shrugged it off, "Oh, sorry Abby, just been, you know, cramping a lot of things on my mind." She tried to justify.
Abby shook her shiny black-haired head, "Yah, Abby knows, your always on something else. Man, Abby swears, it's like you have a different life sometimes girl,"
Rachel attempted a smile, she had no Idea, "I know, sorry Abbs. Hey um, how have you and the gang been, haven't seen you guys since Monday." She said trying to smooth things over.
"Aw, you know how it is, same old same old, 'sept for Nigel not being here, but we've managed to cope without him... how bout you?" She added curiously as they both started down the buzzing hall.
"Um... for me, change is a natural-"
"Naw girl, Abby means, how have you gotten along since Nigel left. You've been pretty sore about it for a year... and now you just don't talk about him at all, you ok?"
Rachel swallowed the lump that rose in her throat as the image of the long gone Nigel Uno appeared in her mind. He was a Smooth British boy that she had only known for a short time. But somehow they'd bonded well... too well. She'd hoped he'd become her first boyfriend but, fate had other plans. He moved back to England shortly after. That was that, she'd felt a pit grow in her stomach since then.
And thinking about Nigel reminded her of her former sector leader, former Chaperon, former frienemy... A guy that was normal, but yet not normal at all. A guy that drove her crazy and made her draw closer at the same time. He'd died doing his job... and her heart broke again. There was just no such thing as a happy ending when it came to her. She'd fallen for both, even though she refused to fall for the latter. But it happened.
Each for different reasons. But it didn't matter anymore. They were both so different, but one thing was in common with them. The fact that they were gone.
"Rachel, your doin' it again." Abby's voice broke her shadowed thoughts again.
Rachel sighed and turned her attention back to the horrid reality that was the real world, "Yah, fine Abby, um, looks like someone's looking for you." She nodded at someone behind the dark girl.
Abby turned around and instantly shrunk out of her usual cool, and smooth demeanor.
"Oh, um... naw he can't be looking for Abby he's probably looking for-"
"Hey Abigail, there you are." Maurice's bright smile made the younger African melt. Rachel bit her lip to keep the smile off her face. Ever since Maurice had lost Cree, Abby's older sister, to the opposing agency he'd been sweet on Abigail. And Abby, though she refused to admit it, had a crush on him too.
"Well, Catch you late Abby." She smirked as Abby gave her a murderous look.
Maurice chuckled and waved at the insightful blond as she walked down the hall and into the cafeteria.
Rachel got her gross portion of what this school called 'lunch' and surveyed the room for a familiar face. Aha! There they were.
She headed towards a table where three others were seated. A skinny, tall boy with light brown hair, a still short Blond Australian boy and a chirpy Asian girl with a huge smile on her face.
They were Rachel's friends since the first day she came to this school. Hoagie (Hank) Gilligan, Wallabee Beatles, and Kuki Sanban.
"Hey stranger, where have you been?" Hank quipped shoving a spoon full of the nasty concoction in his mouth. He was the only one who could eat it.
Rachel gave him a small smile, "Around, how are you guys doing?" She asked slapping her spoon against what was supposed to be desert... it jiggled and seemed to gurgle in protest.
"Great, well... sept fo' Kuki always tryan ta get me ta go to a dumb Rainbow Monkey show." The short bowl cut blond glanced at the Asian next to him.
"Oh Wally, stop being like that!" She chirped, "You know you had fun at that Rainbow Monkey amusement park last weekend!"
This caused the boy to groan and Hank to laugh and choke on his mouthful of slop, "Yah, Wally, we all know you love Rainbow Monkeys, just cause Kuki want's you to!" He burst out laughing, earning a glare from his short-tempered friend.
"Shut the crud up. It's not true... she... um..." One look at Kuki stopped him short, "Never mind." He sighed in defeat.
Kuki and Wally, yet another lucky pair that found each other, and managed to stay together. They'd been dating for a year and half now. Rachel envied the lucky Asian girl, when she remembered her own loss. But then, she didn't have much time for that any more.
"So Rachel, you coming to my party Saturday?" Kuki chirped excitedly.
This question caught the blond off guard, "Uh, your party Saturday?" She asked clueless.
"Yah, the one she's been yapping on 'bout fo' three weeks now." Wally filled in roughly.
Rachel drew a blank, "Um... I don't-"
"You are going to come... right Rachel, you promised remember?" Kuki's smile dropped completely and her violet eyes filled with a begging light.
"Um..."
~Flash Back~
Rachel was walking down the hall to leave school one Friday afternoon. She was trying to make a mental list of all the things she had to do for the agency, all the missions lined up for the weekend and the training sessions, not to mention the huge research paper for English and to look through the college applications that her parents had for her a year early.
Right at that moment her mind was a jumbled mess.
Kuki skipped up behind her like she always did, "Hey bestest friend in the whole wide world!" She giggled childishly.
"Huh, oh yah, hi Kuki,"
"So guess what, after much begging and planning I finally convinced my parents to let me throw a Huge-a-riffic party at my house next month! Isn't that awesome?! And I want you to be the first person to be invited, so are you coming?"
Rachel tapped her head, only half hearing what Kuki said, "Huh, Oh yah, sure, party, sounds good." She mumbled ticking of a list on her fingers, while mumbling to herself.
"You promise... because your always so busy and-"
"Yah, I promise Kuki." She waved off.
"Yay, see you later, and don't forget, You Promised!" Then she skipped away leaving Rachel still in her own disorganized thoughts.
~end flashback~
"Oh, yah..." Rachel slumped at the recollection.
"You are coming right?!"
"Um, Kuki I have a lot to do this weekend and I don't think I-"
"But you promised! I worked so hard on planning this party, and it took forever, and I'll be so upset if you don't come, You are always to busy to hang out with us anymore... Please Rachel, this party means a lot to me." Kuki's violet eyes began to fill with tear making them look misty, as she looked at Rachel pitifully.
The whole table was silent, watching Rachel, waiting for her answer, The blond sighed in defeat, she could handle, lasers, monster, deadly weapons, and near death experiences... but Kuki's puppy look? No, she couldn't.
"ok, Kuki, I'll be there."
Kuki's tears instantly vanished as a huge smile replaced them along with a loud "YAY, I can't wait!"
Rachel groaned inwardly, "Yah... Can't wait."
How did she get herself in these tight positions?
"Get back her!" Rachel yelled after a dashing shadow as she chased it through the dark.
The figure ignored her and flew over roof tops faster. Rachel had searched for this criminal, a former G.D.F agent that had stolen precious information from the. She'd been tracking him for months and had finally managed to catch up to him. Now she was hot on his tail, but he managed to stay three roofs ahead of her, he had the speed of a cat. Rachel was pretty good in the running department too, but he was better.
She hated it when a criminal was better than her.
"I got him!" A holler came from around the corner the criminal just turned.
Rachel rounded it and stopped with a smirk behind her mask, "Good job Number 86, now let's see if this crook has anything to say for himself."
She bent over and pulled the top half of the him up by his shirt, "Well, do you?" She hissed dangerously.
The criminal shook his head, "Nope, except this," He fell backwards, pulling out of Rachel's grasp, swiped his legs, causing her to trip backwards and rolled to his feet.
He cut his ropes and turned only to meetFanny's High tech tazar gun she held in her hand.
"Dun't move, or I'll shoot!" She threatened, unwaveringly, her green eyes burning.
"Yah right kid as if you had the guts to-"
"I'd take her seriously if I were you," A deeper voice interjected from behind.
The criminal turned to see a tall, board young man, leaning against the wall behind, "Your surrounded." He said coolly.
"That's what you think," Came the smug response. The next instant he threw himself forward into a hand spring and somehow dodged Fanny's shot and Patton's grasp.
Rachel hissed as she recovered from the previous blow, "No, he can't get away, it took forever to catch up to him!" She growled and jumped up, running after the crook and disappearing in the dark, leaving behind to stunned co-operatives.
She ran across roof tops, until she caught sight of his streaking body against the dark. Her brown eyes narrowed as she zeroed in on her target. This mission was being completed... now!
She jumped off her roof and landed on the designated point, sending them tumbling across the roof, fighting like a cat and dog.
Finally Rachel managed to pull a smooth move and cuff his hands behind him. The both stood there, out of breath, heaving.
"Nice move's Baby doll." He snipped, trying to distract her.
Rachel growled, "Nice try, but I'm afraid you'll have to take that to someone who isn't immune to jerks! Now, where is that file?!" She hissed.
"File... what file?" He faked innocence.
"Don't play dumb with me, you know what file! The file you stole from The G.D.F, after you betrayed them for your own personal gain!" She hissed.
"Oh, that file, yah, sorry but neither you, nor the G.D.F can have it. I sold it." he said smoothly.
That was it, Rachel had, had enough. She lost her cool for the moment and grabbed the criminal by the front of his shirt, pulling him down to eye level and yanking his mask off to show a handsome sharp face. A man about twenty, with shaggy brown hair that dusted over his twinkling sea green eyes. Rachel hated him. He used to be an Agent of the G.P.F until he betrayed them to work for the G.D.F, then he betrayed THEM and stole from them for himself. The higher he went up the greedier he became and the more selfish. Rachel couldn't stand guys like him, selfish, cowardly, good for nothing, freaks of nature.
"You know, you'd look a lot cuter without your mask on too, Baby doll." He flirted.
Rachel growled, her dark brown eyes flashing, she sent a swift punch in his gut, winding him, then she kneed him hard in the chin and kicked him down, sending him rolling across the roof top to the feet of Fanny and Patton just as they arrived.
"Take him in for questioning, see if he spills, if not, sentence him to fifty years in solitary." She growled darkly.
Both her agents were silent, neither spoke as they picked up the wheezing man and walked him away from their commander.
Rachel's glare didn't loosen until they disappeared out of sight. She didn't feel sorry for her over harshness. That didn't surprise her. It hadn't surprised her since way back when. Surprises, she hated them, they were a sign of weakness, she didn't have time for surprises. They made you lose focus on what was really important, made you lose your concentration that could lead to a mistake, which could lead to failure. And for her, Failure was NOT an option.
Her wrist watch's beeping knocked her out of her cold thoughts, she glanced at it, 10:45...
"Dammit, I'm late!" She growled, turning tail and jumping off the roof, heading towards her motorcycle.
Great, now what was she supposed to tell Kuki?
So, as usually requested, what do you guys think? You guys have no idea how much I love reading your comments, opinions, ideas and especially criticisms! So let me know so I can be inspired to go on. And just wondering, what did you guys think of Rachel towards the end, you think I made her too harsh? Meh... I think she'd kind of cool. Until later!
Chill on yo's,
Cobwebbs
