Prologue
As Oscar
Wilde once said "I choose my
friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and
my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice
of his enemies."
Darien looked over at the phone as it rang. He knew it was
probably Hobbes or Claire and that he should answer it but he just doesn't want
to go to work and if they did really need him they would send someone to come
and get him. He paused before returning to his book and looked down at his
tattoo half full…soon the counteragent won't
do any good and once again I'll be all alone in the world. Darien's lips formed into a sly smile. It just must be meant to be… Darien Fawkes must be meant
to life alone for life. Darien stopped
smiling and shock his head as if trying to get rid of the thoughts the phone
had finally finished ringing he re-opened his book. I wonder what they will do with me once I'm completely insane. The phone
began to ring again Darien growled deep in his throat looking over at it. I might
not have to worry about going QSM if they don't stop calling me. He sighed
he might as well get it apparently they won't give up. Darien put down his book and stood up stretching his legs then
walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello."
He said.
"Hi.
Darien… its Claire." Claire's voice came over the phone.
"Yeah,
so what can I help you with?" Darien asked impatiently begin to fingers
on the table.
"I
need you to come down and have some tests run."
"Do
I have to?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"Darien
Fawkes if you want to get better you'll have to cooperate." Claire's voice
sounded strained as if trying to hid something.
"Claire
what aren't you telling me?" Darien asked.
"Nothing…nothing
at all." She said quickly way to quickly for Darien's likes. "Now get down here before I send Alex to come and
get you." Then she hung up.
Darien walked to the door and picked up his jacket looking for
his keys when the phone began to ring again.
"For
crying out loud." He said stomping over to pick it up. "Clare I told you I'm
coming ri-"
"This
isn't Ms.Keeply."Came a deep
voice.
"Who
is this?" Darien asked suddenly worried. His number was un-listed no one
other than Hobbes,
Alex, Claire, and the Official knew it.
"Your worse nightmare." Came the
response.
Then
Darien's door blew in and he was thrown against the far wall and
knock unconscious.
A:N/ the next chapter will be up
in a little bit…
