I walked to the agency. It took about an hour, not that it mattered because I would be able to see Brian alive in the flesh with a functional heart. But immediately, I sensed something was wrong. First of all, the gates wouldn't open to let me in. I scanned my ID, finger print, and eye a dozen times but it still didn't work. One hour passed. I tried to break in, but to no avail.
What the hell is going on?
I tried kicking the gigantic gates open. I struggled and cried in frustration until I sat down drowsy. I really wanted to sleep.
Eventually, I did fall asleep. I would've slept some more until I felt myself being thrown over someone's shoulder and hurled to the floor.
"Ow, what the heck is your problem?" I spat at the sturdy, muscley guy who had dropped me on my butt. I stood up, rubbing my delicate butt. His henchmen forced me onto a chair and they tied me with strong quality rope.
"Boss, I got her here."
"Good. Bring the prisoner here right now." I looked for the source of the voice. Instead of getting tingles from hearing his voice, shivers ran down my spine. This was most definitely not Brian.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my brother's girlfriend."
I froze. "You're not Brian."
"Stop stating the obvious, little girl." He stood up and circled me around. A sudden sense of deja vú hit me. I tried to tune out his senseless droning. I looked around the agency. All the computers had been destroyed, and years of gathering files were gone in a matter of minutes. Some piles of paper had been lit on fire, and I could tell that nothing could be salvaged.
"How'd you get our agents to leave? Did you kill them?" I glared at Brian's twin.
"Y'know, your agents are very...gullible. It's quite easy to hack into your communication devices." His twin smirked.
"Why the hell are you here if all you need is the file?" I spat out vehemently.
I stomped a foot. Brian's twin stepped back instinctively even though I was stuck in a chair.
"I'd thought I'd give you a proper goodbye." His smile made me want to shiver uncontrollably, but I stayed rigid and firm in my chair.
"By the way, my name is Adrian. Just in case you were wondering little girl." Adrian. Heh.
"Where the hell is Brian? What the hell did you do to him? If you did anything, I'm going to kill you." I bared my teeth at him and tried lunge at him. Being tied to a chair sucked. Was Brian really dead?
Adrian bent down down and smirked at my face. How I wanted to headbutt him until he was crying like a little girl.
"Clearly, you're used to being in charge, missy. Look brat, face it. Your agency is done. So is the file. I've already managed to duplicate several files around the world. You lost." I looked down and my hair covered my face. What kind of spy was I? I had failed my agency, and I couldn't do anything to stop him from blowing up the headquarters. God knows, he could've killed everyone, but I would never know because I was too helpless.
"Where's Brian?" I whispered, menacingly.
"You know, I do remember using him as a tool," Adrian smirked. I clenched my jaw, holding back a series of curses.
"Where is he?" My strength was faltering. I just came here to see Brian, who now that I thought about it was probably still dead.
"Brian? Well, that's a good question because I don't know that myself," Adrian replied nonchalantly.
"Was he the one that killed those people?" I forced out. My vision was clouded by my tears. I would not cry in front of this jerk though.
"Actually, I did send him out to get the metals I needed to test the chemical." Adrian knelt down and leaned into my ear. "And I told him if he didn't do it, a certain girly would pay for his insolence." He twirled my hair around his finger. I cringed in disgust. "I took the pleasure of killing those two peasants."
Though I should've felt sad for the victimes, deep inside, I was relieved that Brian was not a killer. He was still my stupid little Brian. I smiled at the thought of him.
"Your smile creeps me out," Adrian broke the silence. My eyes narrowed, and he smiled at the fact that he got a reaction out of me. He leaned in to me.
"How does it feel to know you failed because you're stuck in a chair?" He ridiculed me, and he was so asking for what I did next.
Somehow, I managed to headbutt him hard and he clutched his head in pain, much to my amusement. He called me a bunch of foul words after that, some so bad I can't even retell them.
After he was done with his little tantrum, Adrian stood up and opened his briefcase up in front of me. I lifted my head up to see what was inside. I had a good view of red numbers counting down and wires coming out from the device in every direction. I didn't need to be a genius to figure out what it was.
Adrian smirked as he saw my horrified face. "It will be big enough to blow out the entire city. You'll be swept along with it. By the time it blows, I'll be safe from harm's way. Even if you do get out and warn the people, the city is too big for you to evacuate everyone." He cackled.
"Why the hell would you involve thousands of innocent civilians? They have done nothing wrong-"
"I'll say! Do you think that anyone cares about others? This entire city ihas sinned Everyone person sinned when my mother was dying on the streets from a gun shot wound and no one came to help her! Not one goddamn person came to help her!" His eyes were so uncaring and cold that I almost felt sorry for hmi. Clearly I had hit a tender spot.
"The best part of my plan is that the bomb is hidden in one of the rooms in the agency. Even you know how long it'll take you to find it, and by the time you do, it'll be too late. Have fun finding it. Ta ta chum." He laughed cruelly and slowly strolled out the door with his guards, brief case in hand. The bomb was slowly ticking down from ten minutes. I couldn't believe it. I failed not only the agency, but the city.
I looked down in shame and felt so...powerless. I was so useless and I let them go without attempting to stop them. I couldn't do anything but await my imminent death. Tears rolled down my cheeks until my pants were drenched with tear drops.
Suddenly, there were footsteps pounding against the floor tiles. I looked up questioningly. Was it Adrian, deciding I was better off dying by his hand? Instead, there was the oaf I grew to love. His bangs were bobbing up and down and I could see his body wrapped in bandages.
"Brian?!" I shrieked in surprise. My tears of woe turned into tears of happiness.
"Rena!" He ran to me and untied the ropes.
"How are you alive? I'm so sorry for shooting you!" I cried out.
Brian just smiled at me as if I didn't nearly kill him. His smile stunned me, but Brian immediately engulfed me in a hug. I leaned into the embrace and kissed him longingly, wrapping my arms around his neck to make sure that this was no hallucination. I don't think hallucinations felt this warm. I pulled away from the searing kiss to look at Brian. A single tear fell down my cheek when I realized this was honest to god my Brian, but he swiped it away with his thumb.
"How did you survive? I thought you were dea-" I began.
"Sh Rena. We have to diffuse the bomb." Never had I thought I would see the day where Brian looked so determined. I nodded slowly. I took the rope and wrapped it around my waist, just in case I needed it again later. Brian held my hand and led me out of the room. We had a city to save.
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I turned a corner with Brian covering my back. I held up a gun that I had found while turning in every direction. There were so many freaking doors. I never knew how big this agency was until now. The bomb could've been anywhere.
"We need a plan. The bomb will go off in approximately five minutes." Sweat was dripping off my face and my heart was pounding. I was shaking and scared as hell.
Finally, I found the bomb in a room next to a steel vault. And there was only six minutes left on the clock. I tucked the gun into my belt and it surprisingly fit snugly.
"Brian, let's diffuse it now!" I crouched down and examined every inch of the bomb. It was then I realized that Brian was still standing there.
"Brian?" I questioned. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Why is he just standing there?
He looked into my eyes with a sorrowful expression. He slowly crouched in the same position next to me and touched the bomb's wires lightly. He sighed deeply.
"Serena, I know how this bomb works," he began. I clapped my hands furiously. Why was he so sad that we had a way to save the city?
"Then go diffuse it! Hurry! We only have four minutes!" I exclaimed.
"It can't be diffused. No matter what I do, it will explode no matter what. Thanks to the handiwork of my brother," he spat out. I froze up. All hope that I had for saving the city was gone. Oh god, my family was going to die. They didn't deserve this at all. Not one bit. All the deaths that would happen within the next few minutes in the city was my fault because I was so helpless and weak. The sudden realization hit me hard and I felt faint. I fell back from my crouching position onto my behind and buried my face into Brian's chest.
"Now what?" I breathed out, siltently preparing for my death.
"I might not be able to diffuse it, but I know how to make the explosion's radius significantly smaller."
"But won't you-" I began to say, only I stopped. He knew what staying meant. He put his hands on my shoulders and glanced at me sadly. I knew what his glance meant. I shook my head furiously.
"No, we can just get out of here now." We could've probably escaped because we didn't have much to pack, but Brian was too moral. He would regret abandoning a city that he could've saved. I rested my palms against his cheek and he leaned into it, comfortingly. Once again, I was crying because I knew either way, it was either one of us or the city. I knew Brian would never let me get hurt; he would keep me out of harm's way.
"You have to get out of here. Alright?" He said adamantly.
"No. I lost you again, and I'm not going through that hell again-" I cried out.
"Listen Serena! This is for your own good! Just get out of here while you can!" He cut me off harshly.
I bit my lip and started sobbing. He sighed and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back and cried on his shoulder. The few precious moments I had with Brian were being ripped away from me.
"It really sucks that I didn't get to know you better, Serena. But I'm glad we met," he murmured into my ear.
"Ye-yeh. Ditto." I sniffled. Then he kissed me on the lips. Oddly, it comforted me. It was our last kiss. If it weren't for the bomb about to explode, I would've relished the moment. I licked my lips to remember the taste of Brian's. It would be the last time I'd ever experience his searing kiss.
"Before you leave, will you go out with me?" Brian asked me with a grin. Of course Brian would say that during a huge crisis.
I smiled humorlessly. "Of course. We can meet at any buffet you want, considering you're going to be eating a mountain of food anyways."
"Deal." His grin made me tear up. Just thinking about never seeing his cute smile was depressing. I felt another tear slide down my cheek.
"Hey, don't cry." He wiped the tear away from my cheek with his thumb, led me out the door, and closed it. Brian was in a small room with a bomb that would go off in a minute. I ran as fast as I could just like Brian had told me to. I hoped he could completely diffuse the bomb so I wouldn't have to go through the ordeal of not having him with me on this earth.
The night was darker than usual, with the exception of the full moon. It was actually quite peaceful, yet eerily calm. That was until the bomb exploded and thrusted me a few feet backwards. I landed on my side rather painfully. I slowly stood up, assessing the pain, and watched the headquarters crumble into pieces. It was so ironic that such a grand building could be destroyed in a matter of seconds. The fire was blinding and the heat was tremendous. I glanced away, emotionless. I knew he was, without a doubt, gone.
Brian managed to lessen the explosion, but at the cost of his life. I straightend up and ran to the flaming rubble. It'd be a while until the agency's exclusive fire department came. I sunk onto the ground and cried into my hands. I didn't care if I looked like a complete idiot, because there was no one to watch me. This time, I knew I lost Brian for good.
Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. My ears perked up and I quickly wiped away my tears. I could see a barely visible outline of a tattered Brian.
How is he still alive?
My vision was clouded and it was dark as hell, but I didn't care. I ran into his open arms and nestled my face into his chest. "I thought you died." I started to cry some more. I realized something was off. Why wasn't Brian hugging me back, or speaking for that matter? I started to take a step back, but unforunately he acted first.
He grabbed my throat firmly and lifted me completely off the ground, cutting off my oxygen supply. I frantically clawed at his arms and wrists, desperate for him to let go. Of course, he was relentless and squeezed my neck even harder. I managed to touch the inside of my cheek with my tongue to negate his chokehold on my neck, though.
"You're so gullible, girly. You think Brian would really be alive after that?"
I didn't even know how I missed the evil glint in Adrian's eyes. He took the word "evil" to a whole other stage. Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes.
"How do you feel knowing Brian is really, truly dead? You should've just stayed out of this entire mission. You should've left him alone to die. This is all. Your. Fault." Adrian said close to my ear.
He had crossed the line. I had had enough of the crap he was giving me. I managed to kick his groin and he immediately let go of my neck and cradled himself. I dropped to the ground and gasped for air. My head was a bit dizzy, but I quickly recovered. I nimbly lunged towards Adrian and pushed him onto his back. He gaped at me in surprise, but I quickly wiped any expressions off his face. I straddled him and unleashed my wrath onto him.
"I. Didn't. Kill. Brian. You. Did. You. Bastard!" I punched and elbowed him for every word I said. My fists became bloodier with every punch I threw. My face became wet with a warm substance, most likely Adrian's blood. I didn't care that I was killing him. I was blinded by my rage. All I could see was red.
"Your own brother!" I stood up and took my gun out from my belt. The next bullet had Adrian's name on it. He froze on the ground. His eyes widened a bit, but then he smirked.
"Do it. I dare you." Adrian knew. He knew I didn't have the guts to kill him. Well I guess there's a first time to everything right?
But I realized, if I murdered him, I'd be sinking to his level. I would be a murderer too. Revenge wasn't what I wanted. I wanted Brian back, hugging me and telling me it was going to be okay. Revenge would solve nothing.
Instead of shooting at his head, I shot him in the shoulder, and by the looks on his face, I could tell it hurt. His face was scrunched up in pain and I myself cringed at the looks of hatred he was shotting me.
"You're a pathetic and weak little girl!" He screamed in pain and clutched his shoulder. I knelt down to his pitiful state and dug my gun into his wound. He shrieked like a little girl and gritted his teeth.
"You mistake my hesitance to kill you as weakness." I leaned closer to his ear and applied more pressure to his wound. He was squirming and struggling not to yell.
"My hesitance is a sign of strength. I have enough strength to restrain myself from blowing out your brains."
I grabbed him by his collar. I had never, ever seen so much fear in anyone's eyes, especially when it was directed at me. I knocked him out by hitting the back of his head with my gun. I unwound the quality rope from my waist he tied me with (I knew it would come in handy) and bound him to the gates so he couldn't escape. When the agency's back up came, I had to explain the entire situation. Adrian was given immediately medical attention as well as psychiatric attention. Of course, he needed all the attention he could get.
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The explosion was broadcasted on the news the next day. According to the reporters, the explosion was only an accident. People overlooked it because fires occured almost daily in the city.
The agency told me that there were no casualties in the city or agency, except for one. The reason that the agency was trashed was that Adrian had managed to hack into our communication network. The people in the agency apparently had gotten a fake order to abandon the headquarters. They were told to destroy all databases and research, and the spies stupidly agreed. Even I knew better than to follow an order that wasn't told to me face to face. Idiotic spies, idiotic spies everywhere.
He received a proper burial and was considered a hero, at least within the agency. The people in the city would never know that it was Brian who saved them from a bomb that they didn't even know existed. Every year on the same month and day Brian died, I visit his grave.
It was never confirmed whether or not Brian made it out, but it was most likely that he didn't. A deep part of me wished he was still alive. It seemed crazy, but I just felt as if he was still on this Earth, walking besides me and looking out for me. I teared up at the thought of my oaf protecting me, even in his afterlife. I assumed he was dead because I didn't want to bring my hopes up. If Brian was actually dead, I would spend my whole lifetime trying to seek the impossible. My heart would never be able to take the disappointment.
"Hey Brian," I awkwardly talked to his grave and knelt down on the cool grass.
"It's been quite hectic around here, y'know with all this spy work and school stuff." I continued to talk to the tombstone as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"I miss you Brian. I wish you were here with me, though I wouldn't be here if you were alive." I let out a dry laugh, and tried not to cry.
"I know I never got to tell you this, but I love you. I think losing you made me truly realize that. But I guess it's too late for that now, isn't it?" I cried out and furiously wiped away my tears. Why was I crying in front of Brian's grave? He would've wanted me to be happy and to see me smile. I don't think he would've liked it if I was crying over his grave. I tried to act strong, but with Brian, I didn't have to pretend like I was strong. He'd seen me at my lowest, yet he still stayed with me. That's why I loved him so much.
"I wish you peace during your rest, Brian. Know that one day, I'll be seeing you in Heaven." I swallowed back a few more tears.
I always put a rose on his tombstone every year, usually a different color. I delicately laid down my pink rose for gratitude on his grave. The bright color brought life to his tomb, much like Brian brought life to mine.
I am truly
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