Authors note: I don t own alphas, and I don t think I will any time soon. Sequel to Introducing Alice Bell . Thank you, fishypop5 for the sequel request. To quote my sis, "don t be judgin'" Enjoy =)
So for any one who doesn t know anything about me here s a recap. My name is Alice Bell. I m 20 almost 21 years of age. I m Gary Bell s twin sister but up until 3 week ago he thought I was dead. I had run away when I was fourteen years old and my mother had told him that I died so he wouldn t go after me. I m a Hyper-vocalist meaning I can do pretty amazing things with my voice. Once I had blown out my friend ear drums, and then later on she almost killed me. Oh, and I know sign language. Well I think that pretty much sums it up.
So the whole coming back thing was a little bit rocky in the beginning, But after a little while the team warmed up to me. Dr. Rosin still hadn t cleared me for field work ever since I had been shot. So, naturally when a new mission emerged I was practically begging Dr. Rosin to let me go, something I despise doing. "No," Dr. Rosin stated for the millionth time. "Why not? I can fight as good as ever. I can carry my own. I can..." . Dr. Rosin cut me off." No. May I remind you, that you got shot last week.." " And may I remind you that I have fully recovered. Past recovered, even. I m at the peek of health." I countered, waving my hands about. He sighed. "The answer is still no, Alice. We re not even doing anything to exciting. We re just checking up on an old patient of mine, Skylar Adams. Go home get some rest." I sighed. "Fine, I ll be at my apartment if you need me." I turned my back to him and rolled my eyes. "Don t roll your eyes. It s not becoming of any one, especially you." I looked behind me; he was half way down the hall and facing away from me. I hated it when he went all therapist-y on us. There was something about the mission he wasn t telling me, though. I hated when people treated me like a child. I mean I m Freaking 20 years old! This must be how Gary feels. I headed back to my office to get my leather messenger bag. As I passed the conference room, I stopped to ease drop. Look, for all you goody-goodies out there, I know ease dropping is rude but I had to. I heard Dr. Rosin brief every one on Skylar. She sounded a little like me, except I cant invent things in under ten minutes. I peeked out from behind the wall. I watched Dr. Rosin. Then something caught my eye. Hicks was looking at me. Oh crap. I started to shake my head. I had a pleading look on. Some thing I rarely let show on my face. He winked at me. I signed thank you, and quickly made my way to the elevator. I liked Hicks. He and Rachel had been the first ones to welcome me, well besides Gary, but he s my brother he has to. Speaking of Gary, I hadn t seen him in the conference room. It wasn t like him to be late or miss a day. I had noticed that he really wanted to start being his own person so I didn t think about it any more.
My apartment was about a ten minute walk to the office in Queens. What can I say, I like the convenience-ness (Gary would tell me that convenience-ness isn t a word). I didn t have to walk today, though. I had brought my motorcycle. I smirked to my self as I crossed the parking lot to my bike. My mom would kill me if she knew I had one. That had been one of the top things she banned me from doing. Dyeing my hair had been on the list, too. Maybe I should dye my hair, since I have nothing better to do. May be just a colored streak. If you haven t noticed yet, I hate my mom. Well I don t hate her, I just really, REALLY dislike her, because saying that you hate someone had been on that long list of no-no s . I started to think of the other things that had been on that list as I started the 4.8 minute trip home.
When I got there, Manny, the door man in the Lobby, had gotten into an argument with Mrs. Phineas. Mrs. Phineas was one of those people that were very passionate about politics. She was about 50 years old and had gray-ish brown hair. She was a short woman with a slightly round belly. Apparently, Manny had said something that was politically wrong, and Mrs. Phineas had taken it upon herself to correct him. I noticed that there were many grocery bags on the ground that lay forgotten in the heat of the debate. "Hello Mrs. Phineas, Manny." I nodded to each of them politely as I said their names. "Oh hello dear," Mrs. Phineas said. "How has your day been?" I smiled politely, "I have to say I ve had better, and you?" "I ve had worse." She completely forgot Manny. While she was busy picking up the bags I tilted my head towards the front desk in a, "go that way" gesture . "Can I help you with your bags?" she looked up at me. "oh that would be very helpfull" she replied. I took the heavier four of the six bags. "And its "May I help?" . Just so you know, deary" she corrected me. I hated when she did that. We started to climb to the third floor, where both of our apartments where. Some idiot *cough* Manny *cough* had broken the elevator. How? He has never told, all I know was it was like that before I came to live in New York. Her apartment was the first one from the stairs. She had told me the entire way up about why Manny had been wrong. I took the two bags from her so she could get the key out of her purse. I walked into her apartment. It was almost identical to mine only I didn t, nor will I ever, have pink, lace, or cats all over the place. I mean she only had one live cat, but I would think the Cat statues would get kind of creepy. "Oh thank you. You re such a dear. It s amazing you don t have a boy friend. " She took a bag from me and started to put the contents away. I blushed a deep, and I mean deep, shade of red. Mrs. Phineas should really mind her own business sometimes, But unfortunately she won t. I was about to correct her that I had a long distance relationship with a friend of mine I met when i had run away. She would have told me that long distance relationships never work out. Then she would say to take her and her husband for example. Then I would be stuck her for an hour. Instead, something caught my eye. I looked around the apartment. I had been in here before, yesterday, even. Something was different. "Mrs. Phineas, did you redecorate or anything, lately?" I asked her as I put the remainder of the bags on the counter. "I don t believe I have. Why do you ask, deary?" she said stopping and looking around at the apartment. "Nothing, just something seems out of place." "Oh. Well I guess Amara must have knocked something down." Mrs. Phineas said. As if hearing her name had drawn her out, Amara, the Smokey Scottish Fold, came strolling into the kitchen area. Amara jumped up onto the breakfast bar. "oh get down you old kitty" Mrs. Phineas said. When all of the groceries had been put away, Mrs. Phineas had insisted on telling me stories. They were the same ones I, and everyone in the building, had heard, nearly 50 times. I smiled and laughed and listened politely as she regaled me in tales of her adventures as an archeologist. When it was a little past 7:30 I finally asked to be excused. She looked at the clock and apologized many times as she hurried me out of the door. "Have a good evening, Mrs. Phineas." She smiled at me "You too, Alice." She signed. For some reason it amused her that I could understand sign language as well as she could. I chuckled to my self as I walked down the hall to my own two bed room apartment. I pulled my keys out of my bag and sighed heavily as I put my keys on the table next to the door. I went into my bed room. I put up my coat and put on my sleep wear. Basically, a pair of soccer shorts and a cammi. The cami had a Drop-Kick Murphy s decal on the back. I walked into my living room. In one corner was a medium sized aquarium tank. I looked in side. My beta fish, Sergio was there. "Hey, Sergio." I sprinkled a few fish food flakes into the tank. When that was done I looked up at my apartment. "What now?" I asked my self sarcastically. I walked to the kitchen and made some chamomile to help me relax. I kept on trying to think what was so odd about her apartment. I don t know why it bothered me so much, but it did. I looked at my stove clock it was about 8:00. I sighed. When my tea was done I went to the living room. I put the freshly brewed beverage on the coffee table. I pulled out a deck of cards from the drawer beneath the table. To be honest you could find decks and decks of cards almost anywhere in my fairly large apartment. I started to play solitaire. I turned on the TV to on demand and selected Warehouse 13 . I tried to drown out everything. Questions tend to flood my brain about this time of evening. Why wasn t Gary at the office today? What was so off about Mrs. Phineas apartment? Should I even go to work tomorrow? This one I answered yes, but couldn t answer the Why? that followed. What is the point if Dr. Rosin won't let me help in any way? Who was this Skylar girl? Why wouldn t Dr. Rosin let me in on the mission? Any mission would do really. I haven t been on a single one yet. I mean, what s up with that? Why won t Manny cut his hair? Why did I come back to New York? Yep, it s the time of day when I really need to relax. I hoped to god that Tomorrow would be better.
After thought: R&R PLEASE. If you have any ideas don t be afraid to comment, because i have no idea where this is going. i'm just letting it flow out and hoping it makes sence. I apologize for any grammar mistakes. i will be bringing in the other charactors in the next chapters