Alex was walking home, Nike shoes scuffing against the concrete sidewalk, leather black hoodie all zipped up and over his head because of the cold, warm loose jeans making a scratchy noise as Alex walked and his hair shaggy but neat. His deep brown eyes descended to the floor, listening to One Republic's 'Apologize'. His lips were thin and a little cracked, but mainly dry. He kept swallowing his own saliva, drenching his parched throat. He didn't know what it was but something was just not right. Beady drops of sweat dribbled from his eyebrows to his eyes lids. It was a cold day yet he felt so warm, a sense he only got as a warning. Yet he walked humming along to the song, trying not to think any further. Across the street children played in their yards fun little games, their squeaky howls and funny laughs reaching through the ear phones. But as Alex walked deeper down his street the simple little laughter turned to shouts of agony, pale screams that still displayed fear. Alex looked up and suddenly he was in a world so dark, so red and gloomy. The sun was dark orange, the sky in wisps of red and black, all the houses broken down and worn out. Alex stopped walking and suddenly fell to his knees as the pavement beneath him rose. It flew gently straight forward. As Alex passed each depressing house he heard screams, gun shots, painful moans and groans, he shivered. Soon the pavement stopped floating; it stopped in front of his house. Alex stepped off and walked to the only neat looking house. It seemed to clean, so white and so bright. Alex twisted the knob and stopped. Somehow he had suddenly regretted it, but still pushed through. Blood. That was all he could see as the once white walls were now coated in the burgundy colour. Hypnotized, Alex walked through the hallway and into the living room to find Jack sitting completely normal-but stiff-on the couch. That was the only piece of furniture that wasn't soaked in the ghastly liquid. Alex pulled off his earphones and threw the iPod onto the floor. She ran towards Jack and tried to wrap his shaky arms around her. But he was blocked as three dark shadows suddenly covered his vision. One had the shadow of round rimmed glasses, one was completely round and one looked young with tiny shags of hair popping out. The three shadows became more visible as they surrounded Jack. She turned her head to Alex, tears filling her eyes. Alex wanted to call out to her, tell her to run, to get out. But as soon as he had opened his mouth he heard screams. Loud, painful screams that had once tattooed itself into his brains. He fell to his knees, hands curled into fists and skin slowly paling. He felt a hand caress itself against his hair.

"Remember those screams Alex? It wasn't even Jack! It was you." Alex looked up. His own voice, his own body, they all haunted him. Julius Grief smiled slyly and walked through the bloody walls. Alex turned to Jack. His eyes widened as Razim pulled out surgery equipment, sharp scathes and all other kinds of things with Finn just smiling. He tried to get up but suddenly his hands were encased to the ground. He called out to her, shouted her name. Then he heard Julius laugh behind him, hands folded against his chest. Alex shouted curse words to Julius, but that just made him laugh harder. Alex felt the tears slowly fall from his eyes and Razim stuck a sharp knife into Jack's body, aiming right at her heart. She stared at Alex with regretting eyes. Eyes that regretted living with the youngest spy. She fell forwards gripping her chest. Alex screamed once more. Suddenly the room was changing, mixing with the black shadows that cowered in the corners of the house. Alex looked up, teary, and everything was turning black. He caught one last sight of Jack before shutting his eyes and mind down into just a tight black space.

"You guys need better guards! They were about to take off with me and Alex! We could have been kidnapped Mrs. Jones. Now I know you don't bother about me, but what about Alex? Huh? He's now a complete opposite of how he was before! He's no more that pale, emotionless boy, he's now and emotional wreck. Every day and night he has a nightmare! I chase Sabina and Tom out of the room, including myself. His screams are torture to our ears! Always about how he couldn't save Jack, about how he should have just killed Razim himself and about some man named Finn. Doesn't that shame you Mrs. Jones? The fact that you had employed a 15 year old and almost killed him a million times! If I were you, I would have considered suicide myself." Ben said the final sentence with as much of the gruesome quality he had wanted. Then he shook his head, massaged it and left the room. Leaving Mrs. Jones as speechless than usual. She lowered her head, her hair gently falling over her eyes. Yes, she should be ashamed but it wasn't completely her fault. It was Blunt's, it was always Blunt's. She pressed two fingers to her forehead and concentrated. Alex an emotional wreck, screaming Jack's name, torturing himself for not killing Razim himself. Hmm…. This was interesting. Mrs. Jones slammed her fist against the table hard, her coffee cup spilling over the table. She was doing it again! Judging the torturing a young teenager had suffered as interesting! Mrs. Jones was disgusted at herself, sick and tired of taking after Alan. He was the best person for this job, more emotionless. He could handle this easier than he keeps his straight face. Mrs. Jones reached for her speaker, hand touching the boiling coffee. She leaned her hand on top of it for a while, letting the hot liquid burn her hand. Then she scrambled for the speaker and pressed the button.

"Zack, please call over the cleaners cause I have a coffee spill in my office. I am going to leave in a minute to somewhere."

"Where might I ask?" Zack asked, recognizing her depressing than usual tone.

"Please don't Zack. I just want you to hand my office key to the cleaner and get him or her to clean up this mess on my table." There was a slight pause.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Jones?" he asked.

"Tulip, please call me Tulip." She replied. Zack was shocked.

"I don't think I cou-"

"You're right. Keep it as before. I'm fine Zack, just need a break."

"Okay ma'am, I'll see you soon." And Zack removed his finger from the speaker. Something more than her depression about the boy was up. But the question was, what? His thoughts were quickly forgotten as the new cleaner passed through the electronic doors. Zack forgot that most of the conversation was recorded, hopefully the listeners didn't think too weird about Mrs. Jones. The new woman was pretty with fair skin, light freckles, chestnut hair tied tight in a ponytail, blue glassy eyes and lovely red lips. She smiled gently at Zack. She was carrying a black sling bag and wearing track pants with a hoodie.

"I'm Mrs. Holly Guilder, here for the clean-up."

"Yes, we just have to wait for Mrs. Jones to get here." Zack replied, smiling back, a mistake he makes one too many times. So they both waited.

Holly entered the room quietly. She spotted each camera and winked at them all, then checked her watch. Her timing was perfect. She set down her bag on Mrs. Jones desk and then sat on her leather chair. She checked out all of the files on the table, spotting the one she needed. She stared at the picture inside, cute! Then she searched for the second file. Finding it, she looked at this picture too. He was even better and closer to her age, perfect. She took pictures of each page, each tiny detail and set them back. Then she carefully wiped the table and walked out of the room, her job done.

Hey guys! Hope you liked this chapter! Sorry if it was a bit of a bore, more will come! I am so tired of school already :P Tell me any suggestion if you have. Anyways Take Care and please R&R and sorry if the end was too short. I'll try to update as fast as I can! :D