Once I left the files room, I decided to break into the gym. Honestly I felt like I could burn off some steam. I didn't meet anyone along the corridors this time, it must've been later than I thought.
Quickly using Agent Phil's ID card to get into the room, I was relieved to see that the room was empty. Taking a deep breath I decided I could risk changing back into me. Not only did this tingling sensation bother me to no end but I always felt so uncomfortable in other people's skin. Like I was inhabiting something that didn't belong to me, I felt dirty almost, like I needed to scrub myself clean from this foreign presence.
Slowly I allowed myself to morph back into me. I allowed my natural form to break through the barrier I created. My bones popped and clicked as I shrunk, I could feel the ends of my hair tickle my shoulders as it grew. I felt relaxed now.
Shaking myself I walked over to one of the punching bags hung in the corner of the room. I traced my fingers along the seems of the bag. It was similar to the punching bags we had at home only ours hovered in the air and moved around the room. I would spend hours training in my home gym. Moma made sure to leave a spot in her schedule everyday and dedicate it to my training. I would work hard to make Moma proud, she was after all a warrior.
There were many of evenings when the stress of being an Elite was too much that I found myself in my home gym working out. When I was punching a bag or duelling all other thoughts dissolved. All that mattered in that moment was getting the other person to submit or that my stance was correct. Everything else melted away. I lived in the moment.
Placing both hands on the punching bag and resting my head on it's cool surface I imagined a time where I would be able to put my past behind me. To be able to look to the future and see hope, see happiness, see love. Right now all I felt was darkness, I was overwhelmed with grief. Moma, Papa, Grandma Yuri, Granda Rüe, Qiëta, my bulzard- Sir Quiffals were all gone. My family, my friends. Everyone.
I felt a lone tear slip from my eyes. I let it run down my face and drop on the floor. I stood staring at nothing for what felt like ages until I pulled myself together. I wiped my eyes and stepped away from the punching bag. I would make them proud.
I stood in a stance my Moma taught me, feet apart to centre your core, arms at the ready. I focused on the bag, aimed and with as much power as I could muster I punched it. I punched it for my Moma, for the lost traditions, the Gods, the generations and families lost, the fathers and mothers, daughters and sons, grandparents, cousins, friends and enemies, I punched for my people. For the world we lost. For the time I missed. For them and for me.
I hit the bag so hard that the chain holding it to the ceiling snapped. The bag flew into the wall with a thud.
I froze, stunned.
I examined the bag from were I stood, dust floated in the air where it lay slumped against the wall.
I couldn't help the laugh that erupted from me. It bellowed out of me like a tidal wave. I didn't even know why I was laughing but I couldn't stop. I ended up knelling on the ground holding my stomach. I hadn't laughed like this in ages.
Standing up I decided that I would give the running machines a go.
After what was about an hour and I was truly sweaty and gross I thought it best that I left. Maybe there was somewhere else I could break into before the morning. I grabbed a towel that was folded on a shelf and used it to dry away the sweat from my neck and face. I dumped it on the floor and walked to the door. Before I opened it, I decided that I should shift into Agent Hill's skin again. It was a lot easier the second time, it was like muscle memory. The more times I changed myself the easier it became but the tingling sensation would always be there. That strange feeling of wearing someone else's skin.
Stepping out the door as Agent Hill, I started walking to another room I knew I had no access to. This room was used a lot so I needed to be ready to impersonate Agent Hill. All this 'room-hopping' was getting to my head but I couldn't get too bold or I might make mistakes.
Reaching the door without any interruptions I scanned my stolen ID card and entered. Yup, I would need to stay in character in here. This was the tech room according to an agent I walked past yesterday while I was doing my 'eves dropping' rounds. There where only 3 agents sitting at the flat T.Vs-computers, I learnt that they were computers yesterday but they still just looked like flat T.Vs to me.
Quickly estimating, I would say that there was at least a dozen computers in here, all lined in a row. I would have continued observing the room if one of the agents hadn't of walked up to me.
"Agent Hill, I'm surprised to see you here so late. Normally you'd send someone else down so you don't have to" the Agent-Rob laughed. He wore a label on his crest, which said; Rob, Technician.
I felt adrenaline rise at the thought of being caught out.
"Yes, but I have work to do that only I can. Plus I felt like taking a stroll" I replied, trying to keep a bored tone in my voice.
"Of course! No, someone like you always has something important to do. I wouldn't think otherwise. It's good to stretch the olé legs" He laughed, his checks becoming redder.
Did this human like Agent Hill? He seemed jittery and nervous around me. His hands was constantly fidgeting the pen he was holding. Ohhh, this was going to be fun.
"Someone like me?" I pressed "What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned deepening my voice and taking a step closer to him. I rose my eyebrows in suspicion.
"I-ah, I only mean someone with your power-status would be busy with important-er things than someone like me. I-I'm sorry I assumed." He grumbled and looked away.
Poor Rob, but he was the source of my entertainment at this particular minute.
"Don't assume. I'm looking for something so don't bother me again." I snapped, looking down at poor Rob.
"W-Well if you tell me what it is I could-".
I glared at him.
"N-Never mind. I'll leave you to it." He stuttered as he scurried away.
Once he left I turned to walk to the side of the room where I had noticed shelves of something. I didn't want to be mean to Rob, but it was best he left me alone and I had a funny feeling that when Agent Hill was in a mood she wouldn't be nice to be around.
I also just realised that Rob was the first human I ever had a full conversation with-albeit short and aggressive. It felt good to be able to practice my English with someone other than my reflection in the mirror.
On reaching the shelves I realised that they where stacked with hundreds of computers-no, these where laptops-the smaller versions of the computers, and they where in every colour imaginable. I traced my hands along the spines of them until I stopped at one that caught my eye.
It had deep golden butterflies in varying size along the right side of it, with golden swirls and curls coming off the tails on each butterfly. It was simple but majestic and I wanted it.
Picking it up I was surprised when it was a lot lighter than what I had assumed. It looked brand new, the plastic cover still along the top. Bringing it over to a desk, I opened it and lightly touched the keyboard. She was sexy and I would call her Camila, Cami for short and she was mine.
I closed Cami, grabbed a charger and headed out the door. None of the three technicians in the room even noticed but I doubt that Rob even looked in my direction during my duration here, he seemed pretty embarrassed about the whole ordeal. I felt slightly sorry for him.
Exiting the tech room, I made for my own room. I didn't stop and I prayed to the Gods that no one asked why I was carrying a laptop in my arms.
When I was safely in my room, with the door shut I slide down onto the ground and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. I set Cami onto the floor beside me along with her charger. I was safe for now.
I let myself shift back into me, the barrier broken to allow my natural form to appear. I made it. With a sigh I pulled out Agent Phil's ID card.
"What to do with you." I muttered.
Standing up I could feel the beginning of an ache in my legs from my intense workout. Lifting Cami and her counter part off the ground I walked to my small table and set her down.
My room was small but had everything I needed. There was a single bed in the corner with a bathroom in the next room. I had a small lounge area just beside my bed which included a small table where only one person could comfortably sit at. A small, grey sofa sat next to it. Nothing fancy, but it was my own.
The only thing it was missing was a window. I swear someday I will have a place that I would call my own with a window to allow natural light flood the room. I wanted to be able to see the outside world, to see my surroundings and not feel soo. . . trapped.
I sat down at my table and opened up Cami. Whistling at her sleek beauty I turned her on. With a buzz she lit up.
At the start I didn't have a clue how Cami worked but a few hours down the line I was soon understanding how she ticked. I perhaps spent a few too many hours setting accounts and establishing myself online when I should have been sleeping. Once my clock read 9.32am I decided that the 6 hours I spent on Cami was enough.
I ate two cereal bars I had hidden in the drawer beside my bed and felt the need to stretch my legs.
I left my room and decided that with Agent Phil's ID card I would let myself outside. I didn't feel the need to change my appearance as I was sure no one was going to stop me from going out side for some fresh air.
I was right of course, I got to the outside door without any delays. Although if I was being truthful the fact that there was agents running around the corridors, going from room to room made it easier for me to slip upstairs to the exit. I wasn't sure but it seemed more chaotic than usual.
I opened the door and was greeted with sea air, the breeze was slightly chilly and left a salty taste in my mouth. I stepped onto the platform and away from the door to enjoy the sun on my skin. The sea stretched far and wide, an endless blue blanket over the surface. You couldn't beat the raw elements, they were so pure and exquisite. Sighing in contempt I looked around the runway.
I was sure now, people we're moving around more hastily then ever. They were tying down their planes and doing other things that I wasn't so sure of.
Strange.
I decided to get a better look around. I noticed that a plane had just landed and I wanted to get a closer look. I walked close enough to see the doors open. Three people walked out. One was a female with short, shoulder length, red hair and the other two were males. One of the males had blond hair and the other messy black. They looked familiar.
Squinting to get a better look I suddenly remembered where I saw them before. It was only but a mere 10 hours ago that I saw their faces on paper. I couldn't believe the irony of the situation.
Just a few feet away from me stood Agent Natasha Romanoff, Doctor Robert Bruce Banner and Captain Steve Rodgers, and all three of them were walking in my direction.
A/N; Hiya readers! I can't believe this is my 9th chapter already. I hope your enjoying it because I surly am.
I would love it if you could comment below on what you think so far- I'll take criticism!
Tell me how I could improve or even what your take on Kyon is.
What do you think is going to happen now? Do you think she'll get to meet Captain America, the Hulk and Natasha????
I guess you just have to wait to find out!!