This is the first story I've wrote on here (on my own) so try cut me some slack if it's ya know... really bad:D Weeeeell either way I'm quite proud I atually thought of an idea(: So enjoy?(:
OHYEAH, before I sorta forget. H.I.V.E doesn't belong to me nor does any of it's characters. They all belong to Mark Walden who I've decided is the best author EVER (maybe after JKRowling?)! I may one day kidnap him and force him to write more books by feeding him endless amounts of cookies. Untill then this is based after Zero Hour and BEFORE Aftershock, as I haven't got it yet:( Which is very depressing but I shall soon sneak into a shop and buy it;D
So enjoy my story?(: Review it? Please? PRETTY PLEASE? I know the appearance of the please is irrelivant but it sounds better(: xxx
Panicking, I sat on my bed and placed my head in my hands before proceeding to slightly tug at the ends of my hair – which is a habit I've gained over the years whenever I become stressed. I can't believe she'd say that about me... I mean... I was supposed to be her friend! Well... I guess I wasn't... I knew I shouldn't have got close to her, nothing good ever comes out of having 'friends'.
Technology! Now there's a thing I can rely on! It tells you everything you want to know, deletes what nobody should know and doesn't bitch about me behind my back. But I wasn't in the wrong... was I? I had a right to find out what she was saying. It's not my fault that I'm good with computers and accidently hacked into her phone so I could listen to what she was saying. She doesn't know how much trouble I went through to get into her phone! Not as much as I thought... but she doesn't know that! They won't come and find me though... will they? No... They can't... I put everything back where it should be. It's only a military base... They won't have enough time to search for a teenage girl after one minor intrusion... would they?
-Knock Knock Knock-
Really, are you actually kidding me? At this time? I bet it's that 'Avon' representative... She thinks she's all that my knocking at our door too early in a morning to give me a booklet on how I could look like a model by using their mascara (with some added lash inserts they forget to tell you about of course) and then she returns 3 days later expecting me to have opened it, and read it and then actually have bought something. I have never bought anything but she still returns insisting that I'll wish I'd have bought something sooner or later.
-Knock Knock Knock-
Nope. Not answering. Leave me alone, I don't want to buy anything. I don't care if 'Avon's calling' they can leave a message. Hopefully one I can delete quickly.
-Knock Knock Knock-
Damn I'm home alone. I have to go answer it... seriously... Oh god! She's opening and closing the letter box... That doesn't make me want to buy something, it just makes me want to phone the police. After I'd walked down the stairs I picked up the Avon catalogue and read that my representative 'Joan' would come to collect my orders (ppfft in your dreams Joan) on Saturday morning. Shocked face. You're late Joan. 10:30pm is not the morning last time I checked. I'm seriously contemplating to throw something from my bedroom window at the mad woman outside my door as she's now trying to open my front door by twisting the handle. There was a small grunt before a big weight was thrown against the door causing it rattle vigorously on it's hinges. "Alright Joan! Be careful there, try not knock yourself out." Or maybe do... But make sure it's away from our house, I don't need to see your body on the doorstep every time I walk outside. I heard a hushed conversation outside by two people, who I presumed were men by the low voice tones. Unless Joan's husband had come to collect the catalogue... if anyone would even consider marrying her. The talking stopped but what followed was a weight thrown against my door so big that half of the door had given up and caved into our house, this caused a shriek to erupt from me as I saw two men who were if I can say so myself... 'hench' and behind them my parents. Who only seemed slightly alarmed that they just saw someone throw themselves against the door which was supposed to protect our home... and me when nobody's home! Well done door.
"Please be quick about it." My father softly said as he help my whimpering mother in his arms. The two men nodded before reaching into a holster in their belts and pulling out what looked like a gun, all while never loosing eye-contact with me. My mother let out a wail and buried her head into my father shoulder murmuring something which I only heard glimpses of "My baby", "Painless" and "Her safety" were not the sort of words which caused my alarm to cease. As the man on the right raised his gun at me I picked up the lamp on our side table and threw it at them causing it to smash against his dark coloured clothes which were identical to the man's next to him. I them clambered up my staircase and ran into my room... which was the worst place I could have chosen to hide in as it had no lock on the door, not much to defend myself with inside it and I happened to live in an awfully small bedroom so I couldn't even hide anywhere. "A weapon... Something heavy... C'mon!" I was mumbling to myself as I heard the footsteps on my stairs getting louder and my parents pleading the men for it to be 'painless' which again didn't sound very good for me. I didn't have time to find a weapon before my door burst open causing me to spin around to see my parents crying and the men pointing their guns at me.
"Mum! Dad! What's going on? Why's... what's... who are they? And more importantly why are they pointing weapons at me?"
"Sweetie. We love you. More than you could ever imagine. But this is something we couldn't turn down... and it'll help you in the long run. We're sorry love, but please make sure you'll behave..." My father's Scottish twang usually makes what he's saying sound like a motivational speech. But all I could feel was emptiness, but I still had trust in my parents so I thought that maybe it won't be so bad... because if they shot me in my head I'll most likely die instantly but if they choose my torso or thigh it could take up to... I couldn't even finish that thought as I felt a growing numbness grow from my stomach outward, I didn't want to look down so I stared at my parents to see them both crying hysterically. I had to grab onto my bed for support as I couldn't hold myself up as my knees had given way. As I laid on the floor I saw a pair of feet wander over to me before everything went numb.
It took me till breakfast to recall the dream I'd had the previous night. Well, I suppose dream isn't the correct word, I should say the memory that I relived in my sub-conscious mind. Yes, that's more accurate. A plate then slammed in front of me causing me to squeak with surprise and look up at the person who had ever so violently given me my food. Shelby, of course. "See! I do things for other people! I don't care what Ms Leon says. You can tell her first hand that I considerately got you some breakfast, eh Brand?"
"Yeah, thanks Shel" I looked down to see... surprise surprise... haggis. Just because I come from a place where haggis is a delicacy doesn't mean I enjoy eating the mangled sheep's stomach.
"C'mon Brand, cheer up. We can have a bit of a gossip if you want? I know you want to..." She was so bubbly sometimes it's hard to be near her. She's just so... American... And at times like this I really can't stand it. So the majority of breakfast proceeded with me moving my food around the plate and not joining in with any conversation... not that anyone would have tried to talk to me anyway. Ever since Lucy died I've tried to make myself as small as possible. Seeing her use her power so easily against people made me quite scared about what could happen if you got on the wrong side of villains. HiveMind also told me that Raven is looking to recruit Alpha students to help her on a mission, with everything that's happened lately I just don't want to get in danger. Unlike some people here I'd like to go home to Scotland and see the people I love. Otto only has his orphanage, Wing's mother has been reported missing for months now, Shelby would only go back to being the Wraith again and Nigel's father would be staying as G.L.O.V.E's leader anyway. So only Franz and myself have a family to return to, but I don't really like being compared to a 'chunky' German kid. I wandered through the corridor before breakfast ended and everyone would interrupt my wandering mind. I've been daydreaming an awful lot recently, which I've begun to try stop as it usually ends with me being in tears. It usually starts with me wondering what my life would be like if I hadn't been taken to H.I.V.E. Dr Nero says I'd be in jail for sure. But if I was in jail, I wouldn't have lost people who I had begun to feel extremely close to and I could have avoided the whole 'boy trouble'. Then I begin thinking about the trouble I have, that everyone seems to be interested in Shelby and not all that bothered about me. I've explained these issues to Otto but he says that I'm the sort of girl that "You have to get to know before you appreciate how special they are" but then if you have to get to know me to be interested in me what would cause people to make an effort with me? It seems quite stupid that I get frustrated over silly, petty things but it's not only me. Other people have asked me if I'm being 'left out' even Elenor Pennyweather came up to me after Stealth & Evasion and told me if I ever feel I'm not wanted by 'my crowd' that I could go sit with her and her friends at meals.
Atually. It is ridiculous of me to be getting all upset over something I can't control. It's not anything to do with me if people are automatically more attracted to Shelby rather than her ginger, geeky friend. But that's fine by me. I'll find people who appreciate those qualities in me. It's time I stop being so depressed and to let the fiery red-headed side of me come out to play... Get ready H.I.V.E I think you'll find your quite shocked by the new me.
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