One Mistake & No Survivors
This chapter will wrap up the interviews between Agent Gomez and the traitors. Next chapter brings back the four main girls and the guys.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.
Chapter Two
Overseas Part II
Samantha Tyler's POV
I stare down Agent Gomez as I'm handcuffed to the table. He stares me back, my icy blue eyes glaring at his brown ones. "What's that?" I say, nodding my head towards the recorder sitting on the table in front of me.
"State your full name, age, and birthday." Agent Gomez says, almost like he's reading from a script.
"Samantha Jadelyn Tyler. Age seventeen and my birthday is May 3rd. And I'm quite upset with you, Agent Gomez."
"And why is that?" Agent Gomez says, flipping through my file on the table. I lean back in my hair, my long wavy blonde hair ticking my neck. "You didn't come to my birthday party." I say with a smirk.
"I hope your still not expecting a present, because your birthday means nothing to me."
"Well ain't that a shame."
Agent Gomez shuts my file shut. "Enough with the games. You've been off the map until three years ago, when you just showed up at St. Morris's. Tell me where you where."
"Now, now, Agent Gomez, you're going to have to be a little bit more polite if you want answers." I say mockingly.
"I'm done playing games with you and your sick friends." Agent Gomez begins, but I cut him off. "We don't classify ourselves as 'friends.' I say. "More like co-workers."
"Let me put it this way." Agent Gomez re opens my file and slides it across the table so I can see it. "I want to know where exactly you where between May 3rd of 1994 up till September of three years ago. And if you think there's any way in hell I'm going to be nice or polite with you, well you can just take a death sentence to go."
I let out a sigh, blowing my side bangs up into the air a little. "As you know, I was born on May 3rd of 1994. My mother, Rachael, left my older brother, Michael, my father, Joshua, and I when I was six. No big deal there, I never really consider her to be my mother anyways."
"What do you mean by that?" Agent Gomez questions.
"It means I didn't love my mother. Sure, I share her looks. In fact, I look exactly identical to her. Same blue eyes, blonde hair, same shortness, same freckles, same fair skin, yet to me she was nothing but another person that I saw everyday. I grew up in Massachusetts, and had a fairly normal life. I got average grades and was nothing more than another average kid. I enjoyed sneaking up on people. I was always the last to be found in hide and go seek. St. Morris discovered me at a talent show for my school. I was singing and dancing, and they were impressed by my flexibility. I was offered to join the school, and at age twelve, why wouldn't I go to a spy school. After seeing the movie Spy Kids, why would I refuse?"
"When does Charles West come into your life?"
I smirk at Agent Gomez's question. "Want to hear the best thing you're ever going to hear, Agent Gomez?" I break out in a smile and lean forward in my chair. "Charles West…well, Charles West is my uncle."
Janessa Manning's POV
"My name is Janessa Leigh Manning, age seventeen as of my last birthday on April 17th." I say, not even putting up a fight. I have deep, dark circles under my brown eyes from lack of sleep, and I have no energy left in my body to put up a fight.
"You don't seem very threatening." Agent Gomez comments, nodding to my figure. I only stand at five foot four and weigh 127 pounds.
"So?" I sneer.
"I just want to understand why exactly you joined Charles West's side. But before we get to that, tell me about yourself Miss Manning."
"Why do you need to know?" I question harshly. "Everything you need is in that file sitting in front of you. Or did you forget how to read?"
"Have you forgotten the charges against you?"
I let out a sigh. "I come from a large family of a Cuban, Puerto Rican, and Italian descent. My birth mother, Piper Hannah Travors-Manning was the Italian one and is deceased. But I'll get into that later. My father, William Davenport Manning, gives me my Puerto Rican and Cuban roots. I have one sister, Mariana Julia Manning. She's eleven and goes to public school, like seventeen year old step brother, Cayden Keith Manning. My stepmother, Vanessa Monroe Ashland-Manning is Cuban and an accountant."
"I was born and raised in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Growing up, I was always hyper active, running around the house and breaking things, pretending I was a spy." I pause for a moment, reliving the memory for a moment. "I got my wish of wanting a little sibling, a little sister, my little Mariana. When Mariana was old enough to run and talk we would carry out "missions" in the house, like spying on my father while he worked or moving things around while my mother was cooking dinner. When I was nine, Mariana had just turned four, my family was faced with one hell of an obstacle. My mother, Piper was diagnosed with Cancer, stage four and only given three to six months to live. I didn't understand it, why would god do such a thing? He was supposed to protect people, and he was getting ready to rip my mother from my arms. Defying all odds, my mother lasted more than six months; however after two year battle, my mother died. When I was fourteen, my father had recently gotten remarried and enrolled me into St. Morris, because I had been in way too many fights in years since my mother died. He wanted me to channel my fighting skills into something good."
"How does Charles West enter your life?"
"I was in a street fight, once again. Mr. West happened to be on that street, looking for people like me to join his side. He offered me to join him, and I couldn't refuse. A chance to get back at people like Cayden and Vanessa was a dream come true. I accepted, and sadly, my 'teammates' couldn't match my skills and we lost. And now, I sit here, handcuffed to a table and hating you more and more by the minute."
Agent Gomez pulls the recorder across the table towards him and clicks it off. Two agents come in the room and unhook me from the table. I'm manhandled out the room and down the hall, where I'm thrown into my cell. I climb up on my bed and fall into another restless sleep.