Authoress' Notes: Ah, so here goes chapter 4 of my crappy story. Enjoy reading this piece of crap.
Saiya-jin Spice: You not only have to think of a reason why this chapter will shock you, you'll have to think of how the ending will shock you as well. I have events plotted, that will, I'll say be 'very' different from what you normally would read. English is evil, and my English teacher sucks. Yeah, and I have a lot of homework. v_v
Chrysanthemum3: Jen! Yeah, Rebecca could have gone to her dead relatives…but will she? Will she accept this and move on, or will she continue to dwell in these-, let's say illusions? Anyhow, I just updated.
Saphirus*Falcon: I appreciate how you are being honest with your opinion. Not many readers, I find, tend to give critiques to stories. Most of them go-, great story, update soon, have a nice day. The cycle is too ordinary, so often seen and pointless. I'm really glad you decided to review again to give me your honest opinion. Now, in return to what you have commented on.
Originality: I do realize that the idea for this story is rather unusual. I tend to be different in my ideas, and inspirations, experiences and dreams help support it. Rebecca is a brat in a lot of people's eyes. I only thought about writing a story like this, because no matter how a person acts, they tend to have a side that is humane.
Spelling/Grammar: Actually, I found several minor errors while rereading my story several times. I haven't got time to fix them, but maybe when testing season is over, I may find time to edit out all the mistakes.
Description: Ha, ha. I've been told that I have a very descriptive tongue. But my writing is nothing compare to a lot of good writers.
Sentence Structure: Lol. I understand what's it like. I know that when I critique people, I've been told that I sound like an English teacher. Yes, I realize that my grammar happens to be a fault in my writing experience. Paraphrasing is a good way to change the way something is written into something similar in a unique way.
Whew. That was a long answer for a long review. I'm sorry I took a long time to update, but tests are coming around the corner.
Disclaimer: Four words. I don't own Yu-gi-oh.
Chapter 4: The Future To Be Seen
(*Note: Yes, the titled has been changed. Wow, big surprise isn't it?)
The first thing Rebecca took note of her surroundings is the extremely white walls of a clean office. Random important notices were tacked on bulletin boards and a single solitary figure sat on a black recliner, bent over at a laptop. The figure pecked furiously at the keyboard, inserting all the necessary information. Annoyed, the woman, who looked no older than twenty pushed her light blonde hair back and focused her jade green eyes at the entering figure.
"You're late!" She growled.
"I'm sorry Rebecca." The browned hair woman who entered said apologetically. "I had to stop by a friend's house to pick up something important."
"Work comes first, Versa." The blonde woman chided. "You can't run a company and be somewhere else when time is valuable."
"Look, Rebecca. I'm only doing this as a favor, so you should be thankful. I never signed the contact to be here for a lifetime." The soft-faced woman placed a stack of paper on the desk and turned to leave.
"Make yourself useful while you still work here." The twenty-year-old version of Rebecca Hawkins growled. "I don't have time to dawdle and this company sure could use an agent who doesn't."
"You know what, Rebecca?" The browned hair woman spun around. "I think you're a bit ungrateful. Just because you love the thrill of being at the risk of at danger and doing dangerous missions, doesn't mean some of us do! So don't try forcing us into it."
"I'm not." Rebecca told Versa coolly.
Versa looked as if she was gurgling, but she managed to smooth her words out. "Rebecca Hawkins, I hope you're happy now!" She sputtered, leaving the office and slamming the door with a loud bang behind her.
The late Rebecca stared in shock at the person she had become. "This is not me!" She murmured. "In a million years this will be me." She glared at the twenty-year-old Rebecca with disgust as the woman bent down back at the laptop. Reaching out with a slender hand, the woman took the stack of paper and glanced at it briefly. A slight smile lit up at the corner of her mouth as it twisted into a smirk.
"This should be one fireball of fun." She murmured to herself. She pushed back her long blonde hair and drew it back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Then, closing all the information on her laptop and setting passwords and security on it, she snapped a black, formal briefcase shut which she contained her laptop and the papers she had received from the brown haired woman, Versa. Pulling her black leather jacket over her work clothes, she exited the building with the current Rebecca tailing behind her without worry of being seen.
"Let's see what I'm up to." Rebecca murmured to herself as she followed herself through the maze-liked corridors of the building. The high ceiling was as white as the walls in the office. The building was formal, just like everything else here. Few people wander in the corridors and they looked busy and serious, or they pretended to be. Rebecca cocked her head right in time to see someone streak past a corridor and the next.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" An alarm gave off, causing everyone to jump to his or her feet and rush after the shadow. Rebecca was torn between following her older self and to see what will happen to the unlucky intruder. Finally, she raced after herself, who was about to exit through the sliding glass doors.
The night air of the city tasted familiar, but different. Familiar, because it had a taste of her bitter past, and new, because America wasn't the same as it was now. Tall skyscrapers dominated the city, each competing to outgrow one another. Pedestrians on the street were few, for the night had fallen. There was no streetlamps, but something similar. What seemed to be electric lights seem to oversee the city at night, hanging from tall metal columns.
"America's changed so much…." Rebecca said thoughtfully, observing the future surrounding. The pavements were still made from stone, but one that seem to be different. Stores are closed and one by one, the lights that shone from windows dim as it grew late. Metal seemed to be a major part of construction in the future. Tall hospitals stood around the corner of the skyscrapers and what seem to live in the outskirts of the city were cars parked for the night. The new car was different as well. It took less room and it had a look that seems to make it look like a flying vehicle.
"Next, I'll see pigs fly." Rebecca muttered sarcastically.
The twenty-year-old Rebecca was rapidly disappearing into the night, weaving in and out of the dark allies-, not a safe place at night. Even now.
Rebecca pressed her back against the cool metallic walls of the building as she heard two voices converse.
"It's dangerous to be out late at night," A lustful voice said, full of malice and tricks. "Don't you know the rule?"
"Sure do." The older Rebecca told the man coolly.
"Then why are you out so late alone, little girl?" The man asked. The heavy smell of alcohol told both Rebecca's that the man was drunk and cigarette smoke hung like an aura around him.
"How about this?" Rebecca heard the older her said. "You mind your own business, and I'll mind my own."
"Such boldness," the man chuckled.
"Don't be crying if I kicked your sorry ass." Rebecca told the man. Rebecca winced at the language and heard the sound of bone snapping and a cry of pain, followed by whimpering.
"I hope you enjoyed your lesson." The older Rebecca's cold voice said, piercing the sudden silence. And she continued on. Rebecca detached herself from her hiding place to see the man lying on the ground, moaning in agony about his arm and leg.
She shook her head at the unfortunate man and was overtaken by the drastic change that had taken place of the violence-hating Rebecca to the taking violence as a solution to problem, adult Rebecca. Things certainly did change. It changed so much that Rebecca still find it so hard to see that that was herself.
Disturbed by the actions of the adult Rebecca, Rebecca considered in stop following her. But she moved on nevertheless.
The place the adult Rebecca chose to stop was an abandoned warehouse. Dim lights brimmed from the cracks in the window and shadows moved inside, reflected to the outside by the glass panes of the window.
Rebecca watched as the older version of her threw on a wig made of curly black hair in an elegant way and wore a different color contact over the attention seeking green eyes. Then, she put on various colorings onto her face so her skin tone was darker and pulled on leather gloves-, probably to disguise her fingerprints. She pulled several items from her briefcase and kicked the case into a nearby bush, and abandoned her leather jacket and work clothes and pulled on a different attire.
Rebecca watched curiously as the now different looking person approached the warehouse. Her high-heeled boots managed to make none a sound as they wade amongst twigs and fallen leaves. A black trench coat was thrown on over a tight tank top and black pants.
Hovering in the sky is the silvery moon that shone the path to the entrance of the warehouse. Rebecca slipped in between the shrubs and didn't bother to wince when the sharp thorns hidden amongst them pierced onto her arm unexpectedly. Some men were conversing inside and she strained to hear their conversation.
The adult Rebecca kicked the door open and entered without being greeted with welcome. Four pairs of surprised eyes focused their attention on her as one of them spoke up.
"Well hello there. And who might you be to somehow wander into this place?" The man had dark brown hair and a scar under his left eye.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the members of the Red Dragons." Rebecca greeted in turn. "I hear that you plan to take the latest artifact discovered from Egypt. What was it?" Rebecca paused to pull on a fake thoughtful look and then continued. "Ah yes, I believe, it has to do with the treasures of the pharaoh?"
The door slammed behind her, forced to shut by the cold night wind. Rebecca, who was still outside shivered and rubbed her arms furiously for warmth.
"Impressive," Another man said. His face bore a look that made the adult Rebecca figure that there might be some action here tonight after all. "But see, since you know this, we can't really let you get away knowing it."
"For whom do you work for?" A cold voice cut in. The icy tone belonged to a tall man of maybe in his early twenties. The cold blue eyes were narrowed in pure suspicion.
"I was hoping you would know." The disguised woman said sarcastically. "After all, which activity group will be able to track you down?"
"Ah, so you work for my old friend. Too bad he was so naïve and he fell for my trap." The blue-eyed man chuckled. "A pity, too, considering he was seemed intelligent enough."
"Oh don't fool yourself." The black haired woman laughed in a mocking tone. "Now, what sort of deal are we going to strike up, or I'll just turn you in?"
What! Rebecca nearly fell into the shrubs with thorns again. Am I some type of con artist or smuggler!? She shook her head in disbelief and pressed her face against the wall in order to peek in through a small crack.
"I'm not planning to allow you to get away with this information." A man said. He was the man with the scar on his face. His hand reached for something in his pocket, but the disguised Rebecca was faster.
"I'm afraid, you'll have to leave the weapon there." Rebecca's cold voice said. Her right hand held a gun-, the shiny metallic weapon glinted as the dim ceiling light fell upon it.
The man let out a string of curses and sneered. "You wont' get away with this!" he snarled.
"Oh, but I believe I am." Rebecca smiled. "You see…."
Unknown to the people inside the warehouse, but known to the Rebecca Hawkins outside, a figure approached the building with silent steps. Rebecca could see the gun held in his hand and the look of confidence and experience. A policeman. Making sure he wasn't seen, he prepared to make his move.
Rebecca, out of the corner of her eye, kept a close watch at the policeman as she continued to strain to hear the conversation.
Almost in a sudden movement-, too fast for Rebecca to comprehend, a sound of glass exploding filled the night air. Rebecca rolled over just as a barrage of glass shattered from the window above. Letting out a scream, she forced herself away from the shattered glass' path. However, Rebecca got up quickly and peeked through the broken window. The man with the cold blue eyes and dirty blonde hair held a gun. The disguised, and adult Rebecca looked relatively calm as the two weapons were pointed to one another's head.
"Too bad. It's been nice meeting you." Rebecca said.
"I can shoot faster than you can." The man said coldly, not at all enjoying the sarcasm of the stranger's work.
The woman in disguise laughed and cocked the hammer of her gun. "Sorry, but I don't plan on dying yet." As if creating a diversion, her freehand slipped into the back pocket of her pants and withdrew something quickly. It looked like a vial of liquid, as if it was brought from a science lab. In between the forefinger and middle finger was a silver coin. With quick reflex, the disguised Rebecca threw the coin.
The man shielded himself out of natural instinct and Rebecca seized the chance to throw down the vial of liquid. The warehouse exploded in glass as coughing was hurt. The adult Rebecca searched through the thick miss for her kill and stumbled backwards. She hasn't counted on the fact that the floorboards were worn and her left leg was trapped between the floorboards. Stumbling backwards, she landed in an undignified heap.
The policeman, seizing the chance, barged through the door, the gun poised. Several shots rang out and there was a cry of pain. Rebecca kept her cry silent as a bullet found its way to her left shoulder. She struggled to pull her leg out and did so successfully-, but not before receiving severe cuts.
"I'm going to kill you, bitch!" A man's voice muttered. By now, the smoke was clearing and the experienced policeman reached from behind and placed a neat and effective blow on one of the man's temple, forcing him unconscious. The other three looked around blindly. Rebecca rolled behind several cardboard boxes just as a bullet that came for her whizzed by.
"I'm going to make sure you'll pay for that!" Lashing out, she gave a hard kick to the man who was the nearest to her, but the furthest away from the other men. Then, she used the side of the gun and knocked him out and he landed in a heap with a bloody mass on the side of his face.
Rebecca stared in horror at the action that her adult version had just carried out. Her hands clenched the broken window frame and watched as the policeman shot the man with the scar on his knee. Finally, Rebecca decided to finish the job herself and cocked the hammer of her gun just as the blue-eyed man did. Two gunshots rang out at the same time and another layer of smoke engulfed the warehouse.
When the smoke clear, the Rebecca outside rushed in just in time to see the lifeless body of the man falling onto the ground. The policeman stood astounded as he reached for the wig and murmured, "Who are you?"
Rebecca tried hard to comprehend the violent death. Blood was everywhere. This will not be me! She vowed.
The scene shifted, as the ending for this particular piece of event ended. Again, Rebecca discovered herself to be in the same void.
"Is there no way out of this place!?" She screamed. "I hate what I just seen! I'm not going to become like that! I will walk the path that I will choose. And that will not be the path!"
It was as if those words were a miracle. Suddenly, she found herself being tugged upwards by a sudden force. The air of death seemed to be fading away as she felt herself being pulled towards life. It was the beginning of a new life.
It's time for a new beginning! Rebecca vowed. She was going to change. For the better, for her future, and for her life. And this time, it won't be a mistake!
End Notes: Will her next decision finally be the conclusion to the sad tale so far? Or will she choose another path that will yet to lead to another devastating event. In this chapter, the older Rebecca is a person working for a secret agency, perhaps like FBI. Killing is normal for this agency, because to get their things done, even taking a person's life is okay. I sound cold-blooded, but this is how I planned for the story to work. The next chapter would probably be up within two weeks or so. I hope that isn't too long for you readers.
So far, I have up to chapter nine written. I could have just typed it all up, but I can't find the time to. But I can give you the titles for the next few chapters.
Chapter five: Opened Eyes
Chapter six: Under The October Sky
Chapter seven: Absent Years
Chapter eight: Home As It Never Was
Chapter nine is currently still unnamed, due to the fact that it is still in the progress of being written. I have already decided to end this story at chapter eleven and follow by an epilogue. Hopefully, this story will be finished and type dup by January and no longer than that, because I really want to work on a story and with this story out of my system, I can spend more time planning my new fan fiction.