Chapter Twelve
Crystal awoke feebly and found herself trapped in an interrogation room. She banged on the glass, screaming for help, but eventually she slumped down at the realization that Peter had decieved her into this awful trap, he had played with her feelings to trap her for the agents. Tears quietly flowed down.
Crystal was extremley angry at herself for being fooled as easily as she had been, but she was torn apart inside because she had always known, deep down, that Peter loving her was too good to be true. But she had been fooled so rapidly into thinking it could happen because she wanted Peter's love more than anything else in the world. It was all wishful thinking on her part to ever expect that Peter, the guy with one flaw could ever love her.
"It's hopeless," thought Crystal to herself. "If the most perfect guy in the world will never love me, who could ever? I don't want to live in a world like this anymore! I want my love to be returned! I don't want to be decieved like I always am! I just want a true love that works out for once. Is that too much to ask?" screamed Crystal looking furiously at the walls like they were hidden enemies.
"Well, I'm sick of a world where nothing ever works out! And I won't let those idiotic agents get Zion's code out of me. There's only one thing left for me to do that will solve all of my problems," whispered Crystal as she quietly slipped a glass flask out of her pocket. Raising the flask to the ceiling, she smiled and toasted, "To all my problems that will be solved."
Gulping down the liquid, she wiped her mouth and smashed the flask to the floor as she instantly collapsed on the ground. Her heart stopped, her breathing stopped, and her beautiful peach complexion turned as white as snow.
Suddenly, the agents burst in, frowning. One coldly asked the other,
"Is she dead?"
The other agent swifly bent down, felt her pulse then dropped her wrist on the ground disgustedly.
"Yes."
Both agents leaned in to take a closer look, but neither had time to do anything else because Crystal's arm flew up with a revolver and both agents, too stunned to dodge the bullets, fell to the ground.
"Or am I?" asked Crystal smugly though there was no one else in the room.
She slipped her revolver back into the holster and smiled as she headed out to seek her other problem, the one thing on her mind and heart for many months.