1000 Miles

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I managed to crash into 5 cars and run past 10 red lights.  I somehow escaped from four police cars.  I also arrived at the agency without the airbag blowing up. Pretty good job for someone who'd sucked at Mario Kart.

Marissa was standing in front of the HQ with a very worried expression on her face mixed in with a hint of anger.  She ran up to me as I got out of the car.

"Are you okay?" she questioned. She grabbed my face and arms to inspect for any cuts or injuries.

"I'm just fine." I looked down to the ground.  I just told the biggest lie in my entire life. I definitely was not fine.  I just found out the guy I liked was a murderer.  How could I be fine?

"You are in grave danger, Serena.  You have got to stay here for the night," Marissa said.  Here at the agency we had extra rooms for captives or hostages we rescued with nowhere to go.

"Isn't that even more dangerous?" I questioned. 

Marissa's brows furrowed.  She was trying to find an alternative to staying at the agency.

"Stay with me for the night,"  she blurted suddenly.  I looked at her blankly.

"What? My parents are going to kill me and they don't even know-" I began.

"The agency will take care of that," she draped her arms around my shoulders. "For now, go back home and pack all the things you need."  She gave me a gentle shove.

"Okay."  I was in no mood to resist because all my energy disappeared.

Of course, everywhere I went, danger followed me.

Marissa's apartment was completely normal, with nothing fancy or worth mentioning.  At least not yet.  I was sprawled on her couch watching the news.  It was nearing night time, so the crime section of the news was about to be reported.

"So how is this safer than the agency?" I called out to Marissa. She was in the kitchen heating up milk so that she could fall asleep easier.

"Well, the agency actually bought this building.  The land lord is actually a spy from the agency.  He had this room built specifically.  It took a long time, but it was worth it." She gently strolled over to the couch and sat down next to me.  She gradually sipped her steaming milk. We watched the news for about twenty minutes.

"I'm going to head to bed.  Don't stay up too late now," she said in a stern voice.

I chuckled. "Alright, I won't, mom." She rolled her eyes at me and walked to her bedroom.

I surfed the channels for about two hours.  Marissa's apartment had nothing to do, at least for a teenager.  She had a whole shelf of books, but they were books...  As the time passed, I gradually  lied down on her couch and just stared intently at the ceiling.  There was no rage or disappointment in my body.  I actually felt calm even though this day was so hectic with Brian and the agency.  Out of the many guys I could've liked but didn't, I chose the murderer associated with terrorists.  I gave myself a mental pat on the back. 

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.

I sighed heavily and my eyes fluttered shut.

I was so close to falling asleep.  I think I deserved at least some sleep after that day.  I thought that maybe I'd get some good rest after coming to terms with Brian.  Then, I heard a click emanating from the window.  My head was a little groggy from the sleep, so I dismissed the sound.

But then, I heard it again, only this time it was much louder.

What the hell?

I sat up and rubbed my eyes furiously.  How could there be someone outside the window?  Then I realized.

This is an apartment.  An apartment means fire escapes.  Fire escapes mean possible murderers trying to break in and slice my neck.

I heard the sound again. 

Should I wake up Marissa?  What if it's just my mind playing tricks on me?  I'll check it first.

I threw off the covers and cautiously inched my way to the window after grabbing the largest kitchen knife I could find.  My heart pounded furiously and I felt light-headed.  I delicately touched the edge of the curtain, ready to throw it open.

Prepare yourself.

I took a deep breath.  My knucles grew white from clenching the knife so tightly.  I was visibly shaking.  Finally, I threw the curtains open and readied myself to attack.

There was nothing.  It was only a figment of my imagination.  I let out my breath and loosened my tense body.  I closed the curtains and tried to calm myself down.  I would've turned around and went to sleep if I hadn't seen the shadow outside the window.  I tensed up again.

It was probably Brian, begging for my forgiveness.  Or maybe he was trying to kill me.  Either way, there was no way he was ruining my night even more. I lied down on Marissa's couch again and closed my eyes.  I heard more tapping, and then silence.  Five minutes passed, which turned into ten minutes passed which finally became an hour.  It was quiet.  A little too quiet for Brian.

I sat up and marched towards the window. I hastily opened the curtains and sure enough, Brian wasn't there on the fire escape looking like an idiot. 

Ugh.  I'm way too paranoid for my own good.

However, I saw shadows underneath Marissa's door.  Chills went down my spine as they moved.  There was a light knock on the door.  I ran to Marissa and woke her up.  She immediately sensed something wrong.  Her eyes widened as she slowly got out of bed.  Something wasn't right we both could feel it.

"Marissa, someone's at the door.  Be careful." I mouthed and pointed to the door.

"Why?" She mouthed back.  She had a confused look on her face.

"Brian, I suspect."

She nodded in agreement. I walked carefully to the door and tried not to make a sound.  I tip toed and looked into the eye piece.  An eye was boring back into mine.  I shrieked and quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

"Hey, we know you're in there," Brian, or his twin, said, venomously.  The guys started pounding against the door, and the door shook with each hit.

Marissa immediately took action and said "Get weapons." Marissa grabbed the TV remote hastily pressed a combination of buttons and the walls flipped, revealing different types of guns, swords, stars, knives, and every weapon you could think of.  So that's why she told me not to touch those buttons earlier.

I gravved a gun, sword, and a knife.  Marissa took a sword and three guns.  We heard the door crash down with a heavy thud.  Marissa grabbed my hand and led me inside her room.  She was behind the curtain and I was underneath the bed. 

I heard the men saying, "Clear."  They checked each room for about five minutes until I heard foosteps creeping towards Marissa's room.

The creaking got louder and louder, until Marissa's door slowly opened eerily. 

BOOM!

I shot the guy Brian/his twin was with in the leg.  He fell with a hard thud with blood gushing out of his wound.  I rolled out from underneath the bed and ran out of the room.  Marissa followed close behind.

"Put your hands up where I can see them!" I shouted to Brian/his twin, holding my gun professionally.

Brian's/His twin's hands went into his pocket.  I thought it was a gun, so I cocked my gun.  The thing he took out was a knife, and he attempted to throw it at me, but I was quicker.  I shot him blindly near the ribs, hoping that it wasn't fatal.

"Ow!" Brian/his twin keeled over.  I dropped my gun in horror, but quickly shook off my shock.  His face was etched with pain. I ran to him and straddled his body.  I punched him once in the face and rolled up both sleeves.  There was no scar from the knife I had plunged into his twin.  This was Brian. Tears welled up in my eyes as I got off of him. I suddenly felt guilty for shooting him.  He slowly sat up and looked into my eyes.  I merely looked away.

Suddenly Brian's henchmen got up and pointed his gun at me.  Shit.  Where was my gun? I looked over to Brian and he had my gun. 

No... I hugged myself and shut my eyes tightly.  I just hoped I would die quickly.  I heard the familiar click of the trigger, and prepared myself for my own demise.

BOOM!

I was dead.  More dead than I ever was.  I was deadified.  Suddenly, there was a thud in front of me.  My eyes flew open and saw a very hurt Brian clutching his shoulder painfully.  Tears spilled from my eyes as I knelt to Brian whose breathing was ragged.  I didn't even see his henchmen point his gun to me again until Marissa shot him.  I immediately ran to Brian to check his wounds.

"Brian," I shook his head. "Look at me!" I cried.  I cradled his face and forced him to stay awake. "C'mon stay with me!" The tears were now cascading down my cheek.  I looked to Marissa for help, but she too had a frightened face.  I was the one who unintentionally killed Brian.  I hugged his limp body close, trying to give him warmth or something, until his eyes slowly closed.  Marissa watched with a pained expression and lowered her head.  That made me cry even more.  After minutes of crying and mourning, I lied down Brian's dead body on Marissa's couch and wiped my tears away.

"How do they keep finding me?" I murmured to myself.

"I don't know. They might've planted a tracking device on you," Marissa queried softly. I realized she too was crying.

I searched through my clothes thoroughly and realized there really was a tracking device on me. Then, we heard people, probably Marissa's neighbors, talking and pounding on the walls.

"We have to go now." Marissa grabbed my hand and led me to her living room with her weapons. We grabbed all the weapons, flipped the wall again, and crept out through the window to the fire escape, leaving Brian there.  I took one last look at Brian, and then quickly climbed down the fire escape leaving my first boyfriend to die.

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