A/N: Sorry this one is really short! I'm on a vacation and I couldn't really play the game to see what happens next. Thanks.
Oh and by the way~~ I'm beginning to make a Beyond Two Souls Part 2- It's at about 1000 words right now and I'll upload every chapter with 2000+ words c:
First Interview
(Chapter 5)
Aiden looked down at 8 year old Jodie Holmes, sitting in a red chair, her arms crossed. Using his powers, he smacked a chair into the red and white wallpaper.
"Stop it Aiden! It's your fault we're in trouble! So cut it out!" Jodie looked at the invisible entity just as soon as her mother came in. Her mom's face was perfectly framed by her dark brown hair, just like Jodie's.
"He's replacing Doctor Matthews. He's the one who's going to be taking care of you from now on." She smiled before sitting on her chair, looking at her daughter. "He seems really nice!" She looked on the ground, where there was Department Of Paranormal Activities Labeled two times on the edge of the circle.
"Go on… He wants to meet you." Jodie's mom continued.
(Jodie's POV)
I glanced up at my mom, not wanting at all to meet someone new... Again.
"I'll be right here, sweetheart." I nodded, getting up from the chair and moving my feet to get to the office that was right in front of me. While walking, I watched my jeans hug my legs every step I took. Finally, I entered the room, the door was already open.
"Hello, Jodie." A man greeted me whilst he was sitting at his desk. I closed the door, and inspected the man.
"My name is Nathan. Nathan Dawkins." He adjusted his glasses that sat on the top of his nose. "I thought it would be a good idea for us to have a little chat, get to know each other a little better..." My brown eyes wondered back to his face after looking around.
"That is, if it's okay with you, of course." A smile was plastered on his face as I walked slowly to the chair that was in front of his desk. I saw the tape recorder, and then I looked at him once again.
"Jodie, my job..." He looked away at the picture of his wife and his daughter before looking back at me. "Is to study strange.. 'Events' and then try to… explain them." I could feel his blue eyes staring at me while I looked down at my jeans.
"Like.." I looked back up, interested. "The things that happen around you, right, Jodie?" I thought of a response, but found nothing. All I did was simply shrug. It went silent for a moment.
"Your mother tells me you have an invisible friend..." I nodded my head, looking at the hardwood floor. Nathan leant in. "This friend... Has he been with you for a long time?" I nodded again. "Since you were born?"
"Yes.." I whispered. Nathan waited for a while.
"Is he a ghost? Or a spirit of someone who passed away?" I didn't want to answer, or to even be in this room. 8 year olds are support to be at home, having fun. I shook my head 'no' to his question. Silent took over again.
"... Can you... Draw him, for me?" I nodded. Nathan looked at the paper, and then his eyes flickered back at me. He grabbed a paper and a black, slim, pen. I moved up a bit, leaning in front of the paper. I reached over for the pen, and started to draw. When I was done, I dropped the pen, and handed him the drawing before leaning back into my chair. I could see Nathan studying the drawing, nervous about what he'll say.
"Mind if I take a look?" He asked, although, I knew he already did. I shrugged, looking at him. He grabbed the piece of paper, and held it a few inches away from his, must be about 30 year old face.
"So... this thing... Is your friend… And he's connected to you with some kind of... cord?" I didn't reply. "Is he here right now?" Nathan looked up, then back at me. I nodded. "Can you tell him to do something?" Nathan asked. I nodded, looking up in the sky.
(3rd person POV)
The computer shut off, making Nathan look at the screen in silence. He soon looked back to Jodie.
"You… Tell him what to do… And it happens?" He asked, making small hand gestures.
Jodie looked at Nathan blankly, "I don't tell him what to do. No one does." She continued. "He's like a lion in a cage, we're tied together… He can't go away. It makes him really angry." She paused for a few seconds. "It's not my fault. I want him to leave too… He can be really scary sometimes.."
Nathan looked at Jodie's arms that had cutes in different shapes and sizes.
"Did… He do that to you?" He asked the young girl.
Jodie shook her head, "No… that was the monsters."
Nathan sat up straight in his chair.
Welcome To The CIA
(Chapter 6)
Jodie, looking no older than 17 sat in the car of Ryan, a CIA agent. She looked blankly out the window.
"This is your room." Ryan said, opening the door of the small room. Jodie followed him in, holding a heavy bag in her hand.
Ryan continued, "This is where you study and sleep for the next three years." He stepped to the side, letting Jodie look at the room. There was a chair, a few counters, a desk, and a bed followed by a closet and a few windows. "Your training starts tomorrow at 5 am, don't be late." Ryan walked out, leaving Jodie alone. She dropped her bag on the floor.
The girl jogged, wearing a white t-shirt and black cargo pants. She looked slightly older, mostly due to her long hair being cut very short. In the scene there were people all over. Some doing the course with her, and a few where off to the side doing lunges or other types of workouts.
Jodie got to the small tires, where one by one she had to put her foot in them and try to run at the same time (I had no clue how to explain this xD Sorry.)
"C'mon Holmes, keep up!" She heard an instructor yell. She continued to jog, reaching three wooden platforms. She jumped over the first one and did the same to the bigger one that was next. Jodie ducked under the third one. Now she had to go on the monkey bars.
She jumped on the first one and immediately started to climb to the middle of the obstacle.
"Find your grip! Use your momentum to swing across!" Jodie did as she was told, and within a few seconds she was done. She was noticeably sweating, her breathing increasing heavily as she grew more tired by the second.
Two men surrounded the now young woman, getting ready to train her to fight. Ryan walked in, watching the three people that were on a fighting mat. One guy punched the air, instructing Jodie what to do. The other had big pads on his hands for Jodie to hit. She did the same as her instructor. He showed a kick in the air, and she did the same, kicking the pads on the man's hand. Now she had to block any punches. She put her fists in the air at eye height, ready for any incoming damage. The man tried to strike her, but Jodie blocked it. After a few more moves she looked at Ryan. He raised his eyebrows, looking impressed with Jodie.
"Take cover. Aim, shoot." The instructor aimed at the target and shot. "-Advance to the next cover, got it?" Jodie nodded, ducking down. She had glasses on and was dressed as a CIA agent would have been. She silently walked to the crate, taking cover behind it before shooting the target that was about 20 inches away.
"C'mon! Get out of there!" The instructor said. Following orders, she ran to the next cover, shooting the target again. She did the same thing for a few more minutes. When she reached the end the instructor was there. He nodded, and said "Good"
"Okay recruit, get rid of these oil drums!" Jodie closed her eyes, thinking in her mind of what she wanted Aiden to do. He successfully nocked a stack over. Earning another 'good' from her instructor.
She stud on the fighting mat again. It must have been about three years since she got here. Her hair was now up to her shoulders and she appeared older. She did all the things she learned. She blocked, kicked, and punched the man. He took out an unloaded gun and aimed it at Jodie. She bent the man's hand back, making him drop the weapon into Jodie's hand. She backed up and pointed at the man, glancing to her right and smiling at Ryan.
Jodie jumped over a plank, the rain cooling her down. She ducked over the next one, than immediately went to the ground and crawled under the small planks of wood in the air. She got up, jumped, ducked than jumped again. She was now almost at the end. All that was left was a big climbing wall, about three times the height of Jodie.
"Move it recruit!" The instructed said as Jodie started to climb the wall, "It's not a fucking Sunday stroll!" Despite the rain making her grip week on the wood, Jodie made it to the top then jumped down.
Jodie was at the same place as she was when she was fighting the men, only, she was here alone. She got into the position of doing the splits. As she went father down, almost close to doing the full splits, she heard her thigh crack, putting her in immediate pain. She fell to the floor in agony, gripping her thigh with her hands providing relief. Aiden used his powers to heal her leg, making her smile, ready to attempt the splits again.
After more practice, she was finally at the end. If she did this right, she would pass. Three years of training would end now. She was in the same place as she was when she had to shoot targets. Only this time, the targets were now real people and if she was seen then she failed.
She was hiding behind a crate, her heart rate going up slightly. This is the end. She thought to herself. The young woman took a final breath than ran behind bags of sand. Shit! She thought as a man was walking towards her. Aiden, help me. He did as he was told and blasted barrels that were a few feet from her. The man looked up and began walking to the barrels that were tipped over.
About fifteen minutes later she was almost at the end. She praised herself for not getting caught. At this moment, she was about to be done all the training… And work for the CIA, officially. Aiden, take care of the two men. Once again, he followed her instructions. He hovered to the man on the big crate and began to choke him. He could see his soul leaving his body as the man died. Beside the crate were more barrels. He tipped them over so the man beside the red flag could move, which he did. Jodie smiled slightly, Thanks. She peaked over the sand bags. The man was walking away, his attention on the barrels. She began to run to the flag, and finally, she captured it. Her heart was racing from the excitement.
"If this wasn't an exercise, you'd be dead be now." Ryan said, holding a gun up to her head. A man came up behind Ryan and pointed a gun at the man. "If this wasn't an exercise, you wouldn't be able to open your big fucking mouth." Jodie muttered. Ryan lowered his gun as Jodie desperately waited to see if she waited or not. "By the way, you made it. Welcome to the CIA." Ryan finally said, beginning to walk away.
"T-thank you sir." Jodie said, smiling.
