Author's Note: Okay, so I found Madonna's Die Another Day music video and was consumed by the story of it. Don't ask me why – as I have no idea why lol – but lately I've really been into the whole action, thriller and secret agents thing. I'm guessing it has something to do with a new cartoon I've been watching – cough – Generator Rex – cough – So I came up with this story, which is an action, thriller. REALLY needs to get those two genres up! There's going to be two books of this fan fiction. The second one will have Bella and Jacob in it.
And also, keep in mind, I have absolutely no idea, nor understanding of the Secret Service, spies or agents. I'm only using my own ideas and what I've seen on TV – cough 007, Generator Rex and Madonna's Music video – cough –
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– Sky
I was standing in the field, watching them carefully as they trained in fencing and many other weapons around me. It was like child's play in my eye. It was nothing to what I could do. Yeah, I sound like a hot-shot, but I'm only stating the truth. I had been trained in swordsmanship, fencing, guns, martial arts, you name it, and I had done it. I had more skill than they could ever wish for. I trained hard since learning of my parents' death. I probably trained harder than anyone else in the Secret Service as I knew from the second that they had died, I was going after my sister, even if it was the last thing I was to do.
My arms stayed crossed over my chest tightly, my left hand clenched tightly around my right bicep, making sure that my tattoo stayed invisible to their eye. I knew the second that they saw my tattoo it would blow my cover. The second they saw my tattoo I would be dead. There was no doubt about that!
I had been wanted my whole life and it seemed odd to me that they didn't seem to realize who I was. But that may have been because I had grown up a lot since I was last wanted in Russia six years ago, – and have put on around fifty pounds of muscle. But, that is a two year long story, which I hardly remembered now. I had been out on this job for far too long. I wanted to quit the second I got my sister and the moon medallion back, but I knew I would never be able to do something like that. Unlike all the other agents, I never took up a nickname, username or even a fake name for the job. I went by Jacob Black, my birth name, and that was it. I would be forever on the run.
My index finger ran over the outline of my tattoo. It was like an eagle, but instead of an eagle head, it went into a diamond shaped spiders head with its two front legs out the side. It had the sharp eagle wings and tail. At every point, next to the black was a deep red before a lighter red was seen. They would know my tattoo by my parents having the exact same one as my sister and I.
It was growing hard to keep it a secret as the summer had come and it was far too hot and steamy to wear anything more than a tee shirt. Even that felt like too much to me. The air was all heat, and felt like it wasn't breathable. It was also steam mixed in with slight misty rain today. We were high in the mountains, where no one would be able to find us easily.
I started to wonder where they had put my sword and mobile phone that connected back home. I was best with swordsmanship and I carried my sword on my back everywhere I went. People often asked me if it was heavy to carry it all the time on my back, but for me it was light as a feather. And little did anyone know apart from me and the rest of the agents back home, that my phone wasn't just a mobile phone. It was also a tracking devise, and when you entered the right button combination, let's just say you don't want to mess with its laser. . .
I took full attention the second I heard them speaking in Korean. I was trying to work out what they were saying and the instant they looked to me I knew it was about me. I only knew French, German, Spanish and Italian. I really did need to learn their language. It would help me a lot. Every one of them knew English and it worried me when they spoke their own language as it always made me think that they were planning something against me or knew something about me that weren't letting on they knew.
My hand instantly tightened more around my bicep when two of them started to walk towards me. I watched their every movement closely.
"Do you wish to take part?" one of them asked with an ascent. I thought about it for a moment. I looked to where my black tee shirt's sleeve cut off on my arm. My tattoo should be safe. I nodded; stepping forward and taking one of the fencing swords, not bothering with the mask.
The second my blade touched my opponents, I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. I loved nothing more than to sword fight. It was what I lived for. It started out well. I dodged each and every one of his attacks, until my right sleeve was cut from my tee shirt, exposing my tattoo. I started down at it for a moment, before looking at my opponent also starring at my tattoo.
"You!" he growled.
I smiled smugly at him, now full of confidence. "Yeah me," I smiled darkly, throwing off his sword that was been flung at me. He was disarmed, but there was nothing I could do as they surrounded me, grabbing me by my arms, blind folding me and basically dragging me into a dark and damp place. I thrashed against their hold. I had no idea where they were taking me and I knew that was dangerous. It felt like an underground cave with how suddenly the temperature had change. It was nice to be out of the heat at least.
They pushed me through doors and threw me into a wooden chair harshly, pulling the blind fold off of me and allowing me to look around the room. The first thing I noticed was the huge mirror on my left and the table in front of me. I wondered what a mirror was doing in a room like this. A light was on me in the dark room. It felt and looked like a cold and old jail. The only other thing that was in the room was a chain hanging from the ceiling.
"What are you here for?" the commander asked harshly, slamming his hands down on the table loudly. I looked at him from the corner of my narrowed eye.
"My intentions are my own and will stay my own."
He yelled something in Korean and two men came through the doors behind me, grabbing my shoulders and dragging me out of the room. I thrashed against them again, and was able to break one of my arms free, but only for less than a second. They pushed me into more doors and into an even darker room, where I saw a huge trough of water with ice floating over the top. I knew what was coming next and I wasn't looking forward to it.
Jacob's Tattoo
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