I spent a long time on these scenes and found it quite hard to do after countless editing but I feel it's alright now so enjoy.

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I hardly paid much attention to what I was doing throughout the beginning of my Martial Arts class as my mind was on what the Asian women, Jue, had told me.

"You will have to make a choice" "It isn't us that are watching you" and from this morning, "Agents."

"Alexis!"

I came back to reality at the sound of Instructor Lee's voice and looked to my left to see him staring at me a few feet away and remembered that there had been people there a few moments ago and looked around for them and saw them in front of me, everyone with an opponent, but one, and were also staring at me.

'Crud!'

"Everything alright?" he asked, a little concern in his voice, which was quite rare to see.

"Yes, sir," I answered and quickly went over to the only other person without an opponent, Lorain White, who I had known for the past year. She had taken up Martial Arts for self defence and I had taken it up solely for an activity. Self defence was handy to have but I had never really had gotten the chance to use it outside of classes.

Focusing now, I paid attention to my class, forcing everything else to the back of my mind. I trained with my classmates practicing punches and kicks against them, not making any contact with them. I moved on to the next person when the Instructor told us to; until we came back to the opponent we had started from. We then broke from one another and formed a line of four on either side and practiced a fighting technique and once we were done we formed another line with an opponent and this time practiced the techniques we had been doing and again I went with Lorraine and once we had taking our fighting stances we waited for Lee to give the go ahead.

"Begin!"

I brought my left leg up and did a front snap kicked, Lorrain and backed up, avoiding my kick and came up fast with a side kick to my face. I quickly sidestepped to her left, turning and doing a backwards roundhouse kick, bringing my foot up to her neck and stopped at the last moment, my foot hovering over her shoulder, close to her neck. Lorrain and backed up and I brought my foot down and she repeated what I had just done.

We continued doing this for the remaining eight minutes of the class until Instructor Lee stopped all of us from what we were doing. In a few moments we formed a line in front of our Instructor, who was in front of the Martial Arts flag, and bowed to him. He then turned to the flag and we all bowed again, this time to our flag and he then dismissed us and we all then started to head towards the changing rooms, where I couldn't wait to rid myself of my crop top and pants, that clung to me with sweat, and get under the hot water of the shower.

"Alexis Creed!"

I stopped where I was and turned my head to look for the person who had spoken loudly for me, as did some of the other girls who were close to me, and a cold chill ran down my spine.

At the entrance of the building were two men, standing side by side to one another, looking in over in our direction. The one on the left had jet black hair while the other had brown and were dressed in black suits and wore black glasses to match with their clothing. They also had an earpiece in their right ears.

Only one word went to my head at the way these men looked. Agents. . .

At that moment I didn't know whether I should take the advice that was on my computer this morning and hide from them. I wanted to go into the girl's room, get my things and bolt out the emergency Exit, since my instincts were telling me to run, but another part of me wanted to stay, to ask them what they wanted from me, because I woke today to live another normal day of my life and is then transformed into something like out of a movie when I got that message from one of Jue' friends on my notebook and I meet her afterwards and then these guys, these . . . agents, come not to long after.

"Excuse me." The two men in black looked at Instructor Lee, coming towards them. "Can I help you?"

"Yes. You can," said the agent on the left, with black hair, in a cool voice and recognised it as the voice that had spoken my name, facing him and I managed to just see a smile on his face while his partner looked back in our direction. "I am looking for a student of yours. Alexis Creed."

Some girls looked towards me as did some of the boys from across the hall in front of their own changing rooms. The other agent, seemed to follow the crowds gaze, and even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell that they fell on me and I stared back, feeling as though something was holding me there in that exact spot.

"Who are you?" Lee asked the man frowning. "And why do you want her?"

"You can call me . . . Simpson, Mr. Lee, and we are here for, Alexis, because a friend of hers has recently involved herself in criminal activity and we had hoped that she would be able to help us find them."

'What! Someone I know is involved with something like that?' My mind started to race as I thought about my other friends. Maybe these men weren't who I thought they were after all. . . Then again it couldn't have been coincidence that these guys showed up after what had happened so far to me. Plus the look of them being like agents wasn't so hard to figure out.

"We went to her parents and they are currently being taken down to the police station and have told us that their daughter is currently here. With you," the agent explained to my Martial Arts teacher.

My instructor showed dislike on his face and looking at him closely, as though he was thinking that there was something wrong with the two men dressed in black. "Do you have identification?" he asked. The agent, Simpson, reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge and showed it to him. He then sighed and looked in my direction. "Alexis. . ."

"I'm . . . I'm just going to get my stuff," I said somewhat dim, starting to turn to the room, my heart pounding, and began to go with my instincts and the advice I was given. "Don't go with the agents. . ."

"There is no need for that, Alexis!" Simpson said loudly, his voice so sharp that it made me stop. "I'm pretty sure there is someone else who can do the task for you."

"She's only getting her things," Lee told him, his voice curt.

"And she could run out the emergency exit in there," replied Agent Simpson, his voice returning to the calm tone and I turned my head to look back at him in bewilderment, to see that his was turned towards me with a smile that I didn't like.

How had he known what I was going to do?

Instructor Lee then whispered something to the agent and he shook his head. "No. We do not believe she is involved with her friend," he said and the Instructor glowered at him for not keeping his voice down. "Kids, however, can get scared when they're faced with a situation such as this that causes them to panic and to run. That is why I'm here for her," Simpson continued.

A moment later Lorrain had came back out of the changing room with my two bags and after I put on my socks and trainers I made my way slowly over to the agents.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Simpson said to instructor Lee with a curved smile and then looked down at me as I stopped in front of them. He then waved his hand towards the door for me to go forward and did so, looking back to see the other agent close by me as Simpson gave one final look to Lee and then followed.

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Once we were outside the agent close to me put his hand on my shoulder and tensed but didn't looked up at him. "This way," he simply said, giving me a light push to the left and saw a Black SUV and made my way over to it, but the agent didn't remove his hand.

"So, why did you really come for me?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.

"All will be explained in due time, A-lexis," Simpson said in his cool voice behind me, dragging out the "A" of my name a bit and I looked back at him.

"Why can't you just tell me here," I snapped, stopping where I was. If I wanted to make sense out of any of this I would have to forget my fear of whatever this was. The agent with his hand on me tightened over my shoulder and that did it. I quickly brought my arm back into his abdomen but the agent grasped my upper arm in a firm grip with his other hand, stopping me from doing so and I grunted in pain but he then released me, taking his hand off my shoulder also and I turned to stare at the agent that was staring aback, the wrinkles on his forehead telling me that he was glaring and I returned it with my own.

Simpson chuckled and my eyes went to him. "I admire your courage to try and overcome someone who is well built and much taller than you, but it will do you no good."

All I wanted to know was what all this was about! Why did I get that message this morning? Why did, Jue, tell me that I'd have to make a choice to be good or bad? Who was Jue? Who were these agents? What was this whole freaking thing all about!

"I want answers!" I shouted at Simpson, annoyed with him and everything else that had happened to me today.

"And you shall have them," Simpson replied with a nod his amused look disappearing and being replaced with a stern one. "But you'll have to come with us to get them."

I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't and wanted to go with them. But I was afraid of what could happen if I did go. It could have been just some way kidnap me, though they already managed to pull that off, or just to get me, since I wasn't exactly abducted. Yet. . .

"So I have a choice if I want to come with yea?"

"Well. . ." Simpson said, sounding thoughtful. "I am willing to tell you why I think everything has been happening to you over the past two weeks."

I didn't do or say anything. My entire body felt numb on what he had just said and my mind raced to what, Jue, had told me about picking someone up on who had been watching me. What agency did these guys work for that made them know about what I had seen?

"But no. You do not have a choice. You will come with us, whether you want to or not."

I gulped. "Fine then," I said my voice low, knowing that I was going to dread every moment in they're presence.

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The journey in their car lasted approximately three quarters of an hour and during that time I didn't say anything to Simpson or to his partner, who was driving the vehicle.

I was brought to an underground car park of a very tall building and the car was parked near an elevator and used it once we were out of the vehicle and, Simpson, pressed the number four button and doors closed.

"Almost there," Simpson said.

Once the elevator doors had opened I stiffened. There, standing against the wall in front of us, was another agent.

"No need for alarm, Alexis," Simpson said, making me look up at him as he walked passed me, giving me a small smile that I didn't like. "He is here, like us, for your protection."

Protection? What danger was I–

I then remembered what, Jue, had said about helping me . . . but did that mean that these guys were the bad guys she was talking about? But then I couldn't just take her word after everything that had happened today. But my instincts however told me otherwise. . .

I didn't say anything as I stepped out of the elevator; my eyes still on the new agent but had to draw them away to look at the surroundings on my left and right.

I had come up to a narrow hallway with a hint of green coloured walls with brown doors on either side too one another and a red carpet that went down the floor and the place made me think of an apartment building, but it didn't look anything like one at all when we had driven underneath into its car park.

I heard Simpson clear his throat and looked to my right to see him standing at a door, four rooms down from where I stood, and made my way up to him and he began to open door and looked in when I reached him.

The room was quite small and coloured white from the ceiling to the floor; it didn't have any windows and had nothing except for a table with two chairs on either side underneath it.

I warily walked in and stopped, looking at Simpson as he closed the door behind him and saw the other two other agents faces staring in at us before they were lost from my view.

Simpson walked over to the closest chair and pulled it out and then looked at me, offering it silently, and made my way over to it and sat down and he then went to the other.

"Now," he said businesslike, with a small smile, taking off his black glasses and revealing his brown eyes from underneath. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we. Two weeks ago, you saw something strange happen in a playground. Something that you should have forgotten but you didn't."

I furrowed my brow. "The leaves and the wind?" I questioned remembering that was where the weirdness had first started. Simpson nodded his smile fading. "How could I forget something like that?"

"I'm not sure how or why you're able to remember, but for some reason you can," Simpson said with a frown.

I stared at him in confusion, not making any sense out of this.

I was supposed to forget about what I had seen and he and whoever he worked for were watching me because I hadn't? How was I supposed to forget it? It was embedded into my mind.

"I don't understand," I said, but one thing came to me. "Wait, if you know about that then does that mean you know about the other things?" I slowly asked and he replied with a nod.

"Yes. The library, the shower in your school, the cat in that tree, along with everything else that happened, what you saw, you were supposed to forget. And yet you remember. . ."

I felt a little perturbed of the fact that he mentioned what happened in the showers at school and being watched there. Creeps, I thought.

"And the reason for why I'm able to remember is because. . .?" I asked, wanting to make sense of all this because I was still lost on the "I shouldn't remember any of this happening" stuff.

"Well, after closer inspection we have found the reason you are able to remember is because your mind appears to be fighting it," Simpson said to me, frowning, and all I could do was stare back, hoping he could elaborate. "Its very...unusual... However, last night proved to be different after you ad that dream you had."

How did he know about that!

"Yeah...well...you'll be pleased to know that I don't remember the dream," I told him.

"Yes... but you can recall that you did have a dream, but you cannot remember it, so...let me enlighten you... It involved you flying through a destroyed city to–"

"Towers of. . ." I interrupted, but didn't finish what I was gonna say. His brief explanation had triggered my mind to remember the entire dream and the horrifying sight of people in the pods. The dream that had felt like reality...but more than that...

At that moment it felt like something jolted through my head and let out a small groan, bringing my hand up to my temple. The pain though then seemed to disappear as soon as it came and furrowed my brow and looked back up at Simpson who stared at me unconcerned and then leaned in. "Everything alright, Alexis?" he asked simply.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "You're just...giving me a headache, that's all."

Simpson hummed slightly at my response. "What were we talking about before you . . . looked unfocused there?" he then asked.

I took my hand away from my head looking mystified at the question. "You were giving me details of my dream from last night," I replied and then I thought more clearly on what he did. "You . . . you helped me remember. How? And...why?"

Simpson, however sighed, sitting back into his chair. "Nothing worth going into, but it was a little test to see if you'd forget it again, which this time apparently didn't work."

"Huh? Wait, I was...supposed to forget that too?"

"Yes," Simpson said, displeased.

"And...the problem with that is...?" I asked, still not understanding.

"The problem, A-lexis, is that I have to make a decision on whether or not I want to deal with you like so many others when they meet people like me."

"Deal...with me?" I asked, voice low. Somehow I couldn't help but wonder in what way he had dealt with the people that have crossed paths with him and the thoughts I was having made my blood run cold.

Simpson nodded. "But, considering the fact that your dream from last night has caught the attention of a few individuals, which pose a threat to security, and have contacted you, twice already, I am willing to leave you alone and take care of...fixing you...if you help me to apprehend them.

"You expect me to help you when you won't explain anything properly to me!" I said to him with a glare. "Yeah, good luck with that!"

"One of individuals I am currently looking for," Simpson said as if I hadn't spoken at all. "Has shown themselves to you. I would like to know which one that was and what they told you. If you tell me I will try to explain things a lot clearer to you."

"Ok, you know what, you can forget it," I said firmly and standing up. "I don't care about answers anymore, and I'm certainly not going to help you."

Simpson sighed. "I suppose they will contact you again soon enough anyway, and during that time we'll be ready, so until then we have to put up with you, if everything does go as according to plan with you of course."

"I didn't agree to help you," I said, not getting what where he was coming at.

"No," Simpson said, getting up from his chair also, putting his black glasses back on over his brown eyes. "You didn't."

At that moment the door of the room opened and looked round to see the other two agents come in and looked back at Simpson, my heart starting to race, but he only stared passed me to his colleagues. "Hold her down."

I turned and the two men came towards me, but I wasn't going down easily. I met the agent that had come for me at my Martial Arts class with Simpson quickly with a jump spin hook kick to his face, but it wasn't fast enough because he grabbed my ankle in the air, pushed it up and I went down to the ground and pain shot through my side and skull from the hard surface.

Dazed from the pain I felt myself being pulled up by my arms and laid on top of the table and then felt something, which felt something like fabric, being stuffed into my mouth just when the light hotheadedness started to lessen.

"Mmm!" I tried to fight the men off that were restraining me with a hand on my arms and legs and their grip over me was too strong as tried fight against it.

Simpson appeared to my left and turned my head to look at him and saw him smiling cruelly down at me. "It didn't have to be this way, A-lexis" he said as he reached into his coat and caught sight of the gun he had and my eyes widened in fear, but his arm didn't go for the firearm and instead pulled out a small silver case and opened it and taking out a small object that looked like a cork screw opener to open up a wine bottle. Or that's what it looked like until he pressed a button on it that then made it take shape into a machine insect that seemed to break out of a shell with legs flying!

I started to struggle even more against the agents holding me down in terror, my heart racing and screamed at whatever it was in my mouth pleadingly to Simpson to stop, tears streaming down the side of my face, as he lowered the creature down onto my tummy and freaked as the thing started crawling on me as it went near my belly button, but then dove at the attached flesh and brought my head back, my eyes clenched tightly as I screamed in pain into the fabric in my mouth feeling the insect like creature digging itself into me.

I did not in any way think of The Simpsons for this Agent. Ok.