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Tags: Adventure, Romance, Agents, Revenge, Cocky Agents, Skilled, Defence, Regret, Revenge, Fiction, Missions, Romance Chapter 1 Memories. Memories are what enveloped my mind whilst I was walking through Trafalgar Square. Family. Images of my childhood with my brother and parents. The occasional afternoon spent at the park eating ice cream, or the days out at the zoo. These memories possess my thoughts and come to life inside my head. Each memory as fresh as if it just happened. I always tried to stop living in the past but my thought waves never strayed too far from them as if I wasn t in the present anymore, as if the past was my life now. Work seemed to be the only thing that could tear my mind from them as I concentrated fully on the task at hand. But today I had been told I would not be needed at work as there may have been a teeny tiny incident involving me, my fist and the new slutty secretary a.k.a Bex. Officially I had been suspended (whilst that bitch got sympathy urgh) but, personally I liked to call it an unscheduled break from work. But, they d come crawling back, like always (yep, I ve been on an unscheduled break more than once), they needed me and they knew it because, not to sound vain or anything, but I was the best damn agent they had. So, today, I was in need of some relaxation, and what better form of relaxation than shopping? I mean yeah when you get into the little tugs of war with other shoppers when they claim they found those really cute shoes before you did, when you know full well you did they can use energy but, then when you win the tug of war it kinda makes up for that little loss of energy. I love three things most about shopping; Number one, you can buy awesome clothes, accessories and, wait for it..... SHOES! And, then have the enjoyment of other people feeling jealous of you. Jokes but, seriously, who doesn t like shoes? Number two, I found it relaxing which is always a plus. And, Number three; it burned a lot of calories. Not that I needed to burn many calories but, when you happen to like chocolate and cookie dough ice-cream, it helps keep your figure, that, and work and regular gym sessions. However, why is it that no matter how much you love doing something, it can sometimes hurt you, either emotionally or physically? Take shopping for example, I love it but, it hurts me ache. My job is another example of this. I totally love my job, but it does take a lot out of you. it makes me tired and it makes me
But, no matter how exhausted I am, whenever I m on a mission, it s like my mind and body completely forget my day-to-day worries and however tired I may be and slip into another mode I never knew existed. Then every inch of my body fills with adrenaline and my heart beat pumps to a whole new rhythm. I don t really even have to think about what I m doing, it s like instinctual and completely natural to me no matter how unnatural it actually is. In most of the situations I would normally be petrified but, the fear can t touch me because the adrenaline flowing through my veins is so much stronger and makes me feel unstoppable. Yet in reality, every superman has their kryptonite, that one thing that can tear down the walls you put so much effort into keeping up and that one thing that makes you feel naked and vulnerable no matter how hard you try to avoid it, sometimes you just stumble across it. But back to the present, I was fully feeling the effects of a day full of retail therapy as I struggled to pick my tired feet up, and felt my shoulders slump yet I kept going, why you may ask? One Tree Hill was on soon, and the thought of a nice cup of hot chocolate Yum! I rounded a corner and recognised the familiar setting, with the streetlight standing directly behind a bench which was currently occupied by a couple bidding each other goodnight. In a different community, that couple might have been drunk and practically having sex on that bench. But, I lived in one of the more upper-class parts of London. I had a penthouse apartment overlooking the city, and every morning because my apartment s outer walls were completely made of tinted glass, I made breakfast whilst looking at the early risers of London going about their lives. I knew that due to seeing this familiar setting, I would only have to walk one more block until I reached my apartment building. I could feel a little figure of myself doing a celebratory dance in my head. And just when that cup of hot chocolate was nearing to become a reality I hear the Jaws theme tune playing on my phone which could only mean one thing... work was calling. I groaned and accepted the call. Hi Scott, to what do I owe this phone call? Hey Lexi, Chief would like you to come in immediately. We ll inform reception that your suspension is null and void. Fine, I ll come in on three conditions. One, the slutty sexretary better not be at reception because I cannot be held responsible for my actions. Two, I want a hot chocolate ready and waiting for me, and three, can you get someone to record One Tree Hill for me please? I asked, well more like begged. Well, aren t we just full of demands today? I hope all your success has not gone to your head, Scott teased. Come on, you know be better than that, but pretty please? And if you could see me right now I would be fluttering my eye lashes for dramatic effect.
He chuckled over the phone, okay, okay, just get here quickly, Chief s in a mood again. He can t be PMSing already can he , I joked. I forgot how funny you could be . I know, I m hilarious, but anyway, I ll meet you in about 10, okay? Okey dokey, bye , he said. Bye geeky Hey- , he started but I hung up before he could continue. Urgh, there goes my perfect evening , I mumbled to myself as I turned around and headed to A.D.A.S headquarters.
Chapter 2 I ve always hated walking around London when it s dark and, yet here I am, walking through the dark rain laden streets. Working at A.D.A.S can get you into some situations which you d really rather not to be in. For example, fighting ex-convicts, being held at gun point, getting kidnapped (it once happened to me on one of my first cases, when I wasn t as well trained), and walking through London in the dark! Some people who know I dislike the dark with a passion ask me, It s just the dark what s so scary about the dark? Yet they don t realise why this fear envelopes me. You see, it is not a fear of the dark, it never has been. It is a fear of what lies in the dark, which is inevitably the greatest darkness of all, for the darkness hides many secrets unbeknownst to most. People know what happens when the sun is no longer visible, yet most choose to ignore the wrong doings which happen at night. The night hides gang crime, rapists and other happenings. These things can and will scar a person for life whether you witness it, imagine it, or experience and live it Deep down, everyone knows what happens at night, every night. Yet most people choose to ignore that premonition that something is happening. Then you get those who witness these injustices, some will be too scared to do anything, and will hide from the darkness, praying that no-one saw them, yet also hoping they could have done something to stop it. Yet, you also get those real life super heroes, who will stop, help and fight with everything they have, to make sure that those unfortunate souls will get away and justice will prevail in the end.
And, then we have the people who experience these dreadful, everyday happenings. No matter what they have or haven t done, they do not deserve this hurt. No-one deserves to be raped or knifed as happens often in London, let alone the world. Sometimes these people will get away, go to the police and live their live to the fullest, yet never forgetting the unfortunate events that occurred. Then are the people who get away, and are forever scared of what the darkness brings, every noise, no matter how slight, quiet, or imagined, hiding away from the world, never to be the same again. And of course you also get those disastrous events, where people do not live to tell the tale but, maybe, this could be a good thing, that way they can rest in peace and not be scared and forever have to hide those physical and emotional scars. We must not live in fear of ifs and buts , however we should be more cautious and aware of events which may occur. I work hard to stop these misfortunes, to cease the proceedings from happening to anyone else, for I hate that people have to go through what I went through at the age of 15. .....One dark evening in the middle of October, and I was walking home after watching a movie with my friends. As I didn t live that far away from the cinema, I decided I would walk, instead of phoning my parents for a ride home. The street was dark, damp and miserable. The buildings on each side of the streets were apartments many a storey high. They were made of large, grey and sand coloured bricks, but the bricks were set in a subtle symmetric pattern. It had many large windows set on every level and was tinted so that passers-by could not look in. The stone pavement beneath me was damp after a light shower of rain that Great Britain was famous for. It got darker and darker still. I noticed an opening between two apartment buildings; this opening would supposedly take me to my home quicker so I decided to take the shortcut. Walking down the alley, I took in my surroundings. Each side of the alley held many smelly dustbins, and a leaky drain pipe hung from one of the various storeys. This particular alley had one solitary lamppost, which was about as much use as having a mobile phone without its battery. It would flicker in what I thought of as a stuttering sequence, by starting off with a light which wasn t at all bright, and then turning off completely. It was a rather long alley and I found it hard to see where the alley ended. Just as the flickering made me contemplate turning back and taking the longer route home, I heard fast footsteps coming towards me. Then I saw the silhouette of a man with a large build, and from what I could make out, he had a lot of muscle on him. I froze like a deer in headlights, unable to move, and unable to make coherent thoughts. But, I broke out of it when I heard one of the dustbins clang from the man knocking it on his way past which was not that far in front of me. I immediately turned around and started running back the way I had come. But, all of a sudden the light flickered off and yet, it stayed off. I screamed, not screaming HELP! but, just screaming, in the hope that someone, anyone, would hear me.
Not seeing where I was going, I kept running, until I ran into something which felt a lot like yet another large figure. The force of the sudden knocked me off my feet and onto the cold stone cobbles of the pavement. The man that had just knocked me down laughed and said, Ah, see George, I told you she would like me better and here she is, throwing herself at me . I cringed and attempted to back away from him from my position on the ground, yet this only caused me to back into the man who I believed to be George. I realised that while I was getting knocked over, the man had been able to catch up to where we were. The tears welled in my eyes as I screamed, HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE JUST HELP ME! I broke off sobbing as the tears flooded my sight. George grabbed me and said menacingly, Stop screaming, you wouldn t want anyone else to get hurt now would you? But, the way he said, did not sound like a question. This only caused me to sob louder. I started to scream again, only to have the second man stop me, by putting his hand over my mouth. Shut up or you ll only end up getting hurt. Please don t hurt me! I begged. Only if you co-operate with us, George snarled. I didn t know what to say to that, of course I would do everything I could to NOT co-operate but, if I told them that, they would hurt me. I sobbed louder still, until the second man slapped me hard across my right cheek, which resorted in more tears and one hell of a sting. Stop messing around Dave, let s get down to business, George murmured darkly. The man I presumed was Dave grabbed a fistful of the blue fabric of my jacket and fumbled to find the zip. I struggled against him, trying to pull away. George grabbed my shoulders in an attempt to still my thrashing. Dave pulled my zip down forcefully and then quickly tried to take my jacket off me with added help from George. With the weight lifted from my shoulders I tried to fight them off, but my attempts were weak and feeble. And of course they were too strong for me. They successfully managed to take my jacket off they flung into the depths of the darkness, and then proceeded to take the rest of my clothes off, leaving me cold and naked. My sobs and tears unimaginably increased. The new found cold to my skin caused my shoulders to shake in convulsing shivers.
I could only just hear them arguing over who would do me first . I shivered and screamed louder than I would have thought possible. George had apparently won the argument, as he then made an effort to grab me and undo his trousers simultaneously. But, just then I managed to hear the sound of running feet through the alley. George was suddenly pulled back and a punch found itself onto his nose. Dave then tried to aid his partner in crime by throwing flailing punches in the general area of the newcomer. Yet my hero dodged every punch and delivered one of his own for every fist thrown. I tried to crawl backwards away from the sorry excuse of a fight. The newcomer quickly finished Dave and George off and then grabbed some of my clothing which had been thrown around the alley. He cautiously approached and cooed to me like you would a baby. Shh... it s alright, you re safe now. I m not going to hurt you, I promise. He gently passed me my clothes and I slowly took them and tried to redress myself. When I was done, the man lent me a hand in getting up from the ever cold cobbles. I threw my arms around him, and thanked him continuously. He led me away from the alley and lent me his phone to call my parents to come and pick me up. I wish I had just done that in the first place... Breaking out of my thoughts, I remembered the vow I made to myself, to always help those in danger, and put their safety in front of my own. Because that is exactly what my saviour had done that day. He had protected me, and for it, I will be forever grateful to that man. I never learnt his name, and yet, I will never forget him, not even to the day I die. And to think that this happens every single night, in one part of the country, makes my skin crawl. Most of these unfortunate victims will actually BE raped, whereas I was lucky enough to escape. Over the years since that unforgettable experience, I have helped many people from going through that. And, I have been their saviour. To this day, no-one but that man, my family and I know of that day s events where I was a victim - something I've vowed never to be again. The experience caused me to grow up and those closest to me noticed a considerable difference in me. I grew tough and never let my emotions get the better of me. Going down memory lane had taken my attention away from reality, and I know found myself outside A.D.A.S headquarters. On the outside, it looked like any other upmarket London building, to cause passers-by to not think twice about it. I looked at the tinted windows of the first floor and saw a reflection of myself; my hair was a dark brown which almost looked red, had the occasional natural highlight and was long enough to
cascade down my shoulders, my side bangs covered most of my left eye, leaving you to notice the deep brown of my right eye. My nose was regular not too big, not too small, and my lips were small and plump. I had a rather sharp bone structure and was lightly tanned. I was of regular height but, yet had long legs. I squared my shoulders and with my head held high, I walked into the building.
Chapter 3 As soon as I walked through the doors, the hustle and bustle that usually surrounded A.D.A.S greeted me in what I ve always thought of as a security blanket. There were agents in their sleek black suits, billowing from various doorways around the reception area which was immediately found once the doors opened even the slightest of angles. I was pleasantly surprised to find, not the 5ft 8 blonde bimbo to whom I had been accustomed to, but a kind looking woman who appeared to be in her late forties. Her greying hair fell in slight curls around her shoulders as she typed away at the high tech computer located in front of her, whilst cleverly pulling her cream knitted cardigan tighter around her shoulders. Her soft, angel looking face looked up at me as I approached the receptionist desk to where she was situated. Hello, dear, how can I help you? she asked in a warm and motherly tone, yet still keeping that professional sound which was vital here. I am here to see Chief Buxton for an emergency meeting , I replied in the kindest voice I could muster. Although I was never the politest of people, I couldn t help but be kind to this woman. She checked on the screen in front of her and confirmed that I should head straight to the top of the building where Chiefs office could be found. Thank you , I told her honestly. No, thank you. Have a pleasant day dear , she called after me as I turned to walk to the staircase to the left of her desk. I turned back to smile warmly at her as I neared the bottom of the staircase. She appeared to be honestly nice and I could tell that these pleasantries delivered between us would become a daily occurrence, or at least as often as either of us was due to work. I started up the stairs already enjoying the small amount of exercise that would be sure to come as I continued to walk up the stairs at a brisk pace. Every time I was at work I would be sure to use the stairs to obtain to the higher levels of this fairly old building, as I despised using elevators and escalators as I thought them to be machines which encouraged people to exercise less as old fashioned and in the slightest way, paranoid, as that may sound. I was one of those people who thought (and rightly so) that exercise and a healthy diet were two of the most important things in life. That was not to say that I was one of those people who snack on carrot sticks and eat a lettuce leaf or two for lunch. I m talking healthy eating that involves real food.
As I always, I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride as I travelled through A.D.A.S. The modern corridors and stairwells donned with various memorabilia of the prestigious secret agent company through the years. The walls themselves were painted white with various bright feature walls found within the establishment. The black tiles of which covered the ground beneath my feet shone slightly due to the bright over head lighting. Walking briskly up the stairs was like second nature to me and whereas many people s bodies may have started to tire after travelling up fifteen storeys, my body felt no physical tiredness at all, proving to myself that my regular gym visits were taking the necessary affects I desired. As I reached the top story, I relaxed my walk and took my time to admire the memorabilia on this particular floor as it was like a timeline of Chief Adrian Buxton s career at A.D.A.S. From the early days when he first started out in the company he was greatly admired and respected because his family before him had been secret agents and were some of the best at what they did. He followed in their footsteps and yet he did not want to be compared to his family because he wanted to be known for his own skills and talents and not that of his predecessors. Many a time he has saved a fellow officer and in doing so has put many of the world s best criminals behind bars. Over the years he became known for him himself and became the greatest agent A.D.A.S has ever seen a title I will take from him one day. When I first became an agent, I too was respected because my family were previous agents but I don t want to be known as just the daughter of Ethan & Juliet Parker, I want to be known simply as me; Alexandra Parker. In Latin, the name Alexandra means protector of mankind and that is exactly what I do, I live up to my namesake and I live up to the honour of this company. I neared the end of the corridor and stopped outside of a dark, wooden door with a plaque that read Chief A. Buxton . I didn t even bother knocking, because it s not like it s an impromptu visit, he knows I m coming. I reached for the silver handle on the door and grasped the cold metal, twisting my wrist so that I could pull the door handle down to open the door. I pushed it aside and stepped into the cool, air conditioned room where a long, wooden table in the shape of an oval was placed directly in the middle. Several chairs were placed around it and two of them filled. One by Scott Lee, my partner in crime...fighting. His appearance as always made my breath catch in my throat and my heart skip a beat. It had been like this since we were assigned to be partners when I first joined this business. His short brown hair with natural low lights is always casually styled in that messy my hair just looks like this psh, yea right style that was becoming even more fashionable as of late. Hazel eyes that were so deep that you could get lost in them for days without any recognition of anything else. His lips are a light pink that look soft and inviting and his nose is just the right size for his naturally tanned face. He has that whole casual bad boy vibe, but he is far from a bad boy, he is a total sweetheart and he is my on and off boyfriend. At the moment we weren t dating but, hey a girl can look right? The other chair however
Tags: Adventure, Romance, Agents, Revenge, Cocky Agents, Skilled, Defence, Regret, Revenge, Fiction, Missions, Romance Chapter 1 Memories. Memories are what enveloped my mind whilst I was walking through Trafalgar Square. Family. Images of my childhood with my brother and parents. The occasional afternoon spent at the park eating ice cream, or the days out at the zoo. These memories possess my thoughts and come to life inside my head. Each memory as fresh as if it just happened. I always tried to stop living in the past but my thought waves never strayed too far from them as if I wasn t in the present anymore, as if the past was my life now. Work seemed to be the only thing that could tear my mind from them as I concentrated fully on the task at hand. But today I had been told I would not be needed at work as there may have been a teeny tiny incident involving me, my fist and the new slutty secretary a.k.a Bex. Officially I had been suspended (whilst that bitch got sympathy urgh) but, personally I liked to call it an unscheduled break from work. But, they d come crawling back, like always (yep, I ve been on an unscheduled break more than once), they needed me and they knew it because, not to sound vain or anything, but I was the best damn agent they had. So, today, I was in need of some relaxation, and what better form of relaxation than shopping? I mean yeah when you get into the little tugs of war with other shoppers when they claim they found those really cute shoes before you did, when you know full well you did they can use energy but, then when you win the tug of war it kinda makes up for that little loss of energy. I love three things most about shopping; Number one, you can buy awesome clothes, accessories and, wait for it..... SHOES! And, then have the enjoyment of other people feeling jealous of you. Jokes but, seriously, who doesn t like shoes? Number two, I found it relaxing which is always a plus. And, Number three; it burned a lot of calories. Not that I needed to burn many calories but, when you happen to like chocolate and cookie dough ice-cream, it helps keep your figure, that, and work and regular gym sessions. However, why is it that no matter how much you love doing something, it can sometimes hurt you, either emotionally or physically? Take shopping for example, I love it but, it hurts me ache. My job is another example of this. I totally love my job, but it does take a lot out of you. it makes me tired and it makes me
But, no matter how exhausted I am, whenever I m on a mission, it s like my mind and body completely forget my day-to-day worries and however tired I may be and slip into another mode I never knew existed. Then every inch of my body fills with adrenaline and my heart beat pumps to a whole new rhythm. I don t really even have to think about what I m doing, it s like instinctual and completely natural to me no matter how unnatural it actually is. In most of the situations I would normally be petrified but, the fear can t touch me because the adrenaline flowing through my veins is so much stronger and makes me feel unstoppable. Yet in reality, every superman has their kryptonite, that one thing that can tear down the walls you put so much effort into keeping up and that one thing that makes you feel naked and vulnerable no matter how hard you try to avoid it, sometimes you just stumble across it. But back to the present, I was fully feeling the effects of a day full of retail therapy as I struggled to pick my tired feet up, and felt my shoulders slump yet I kept going, why you may ask? One Tree Hill was on soon, and the thought of a nice cup of hot chocolate Yum! I rounded a corner and recognised the familiar setting, with the streetlight standing directly behind a bench which was currently occupied by a couple bidding each other goodnight. In a different community, that couple might have been drunk and practically having sex on that bench. But, I lived in one of the more upper-class parts of London. I had a penthouse apartment overlooking the city, and every morning because my apartment s outer walls were completely made of tinted glass, I made breakfast whilst looking at the early risers of London going about their lives. I knew that due to seeing this familiar setting, I would only have to walk one more block until I reached my apartment building. I could feel a little figure of myself doing a celebratory dance in my head. And just when that cup of hot chocolate was nearing to become a reality I hear the Jaws theme tune playing on my phone which could only mean one thing... work was calling. I groaned and accepted the call. Hi Scott, to what do I owe this phone call? Hey Lexi, Chief would like you to come in immediately. We ll inform reception that your suspension is null and void. Fine, I ll come in on three conditions. One, the slutty sexretary better not be at reception because I cannot be held responsible for my actions. Two, I want a hot chocolate ready and waiting for me, and three, can you get someone to record One Tree Hill for me please? I asked, well more like begged. Well, aren t we just full of demands today? I hope all your success has not gone to your head, Scott teased. Come on, you know be better than that, but pretty please? And if you could see me right now I would be fluttering my eye lashes for dramatic effect.
He chuckled over the phone, okay, okay, just get here quickly, Chief s in a mood again. He can t be PMSing already can he , I joked. I forgot how funny you could be . I know, I m hilarious, but anyway, I ll meet you in about 10, okay? Okey dokey, bye , he said. Bye geeky Hey- , he started but I hung up before he could continue. Urgh, there goes my perfect evening , I mumbled to myself as I turned around and headed to A.D.A.S headquarters.
Chapter 2 I ve always hated walking around London when it s dark and, yet here I am, walking through the dark rain laden streets. Working at A.D.A.S can get you into some situations which you d really rather not to be in. For example, fighting ex-convicts, being held at gun point, getting kidnapped (it once happened to me on one of my first cases, when I wasn t as well trained), and walking through London in the dark! Some people who know I dislike the dark with a passion ask me, It s just the dark what s so scary about the dark? Yet they don t realise why this fear envelopes me. You see, it is not a fear of the dark, it never has been. It is a fear of what lies in the dark, which is inevitably the greatest darkness of all, for the darkness hides many secrets unbeknownst to most. People know what happens when the sun is no longer visible, yet most choose to ignore the wrong doings which happen at night. The night hides gang crime, rapists and other happenings. These things can and will scar a person for life whether you witness it, imagine it, or experience and live it Deep down, everyone knows what happens at night, every night. Yet most people choose to ignore that premonition that something is happening. Then you get those who witness these injustices, some will be too scared to do anything, and will hide from the darkness, praying that no-one saw them, yet also hoping they could have done something to stop it. Yet, you also get those real life super heroes, who will stop, help and fight with everything they have, to make sure that those unfortunate souls will get away and justice will prevail in the end.
And, then we have the people who experience these dreadful, everyday happenings. No matter what they have or haven t done, they do not deserve this hurt. No-one deserves to be raped or knifed as happens often in London, let alone the world. Sometimes these people will get away, go to the police and live their live to the fullest, yet never forgetting the unfortunate events that occurred. Then are the people who get away, and are forever scared of what the darkness brings, every noise, no matter how slight, quiet, or imagined, hiding away from the world, never to be the same again. And of course you also get those disastrous events, where people do not live to tell the tale but, maybe, this could be a good thing, that way they can rest in peace and not be scared and forever have to hide those physical and emotional scars. We must not live in fear of ifs and buts , however we should be more cautious and aware of events which may occur. I work hard to stop these misfortunes, to cease the proceedings from happening to anyone else, for I hate that people have to go through what I went through at the age of 15. .....One dark evening in the middle of October, and I was walking home after watching a movie with my friends. As I didn t live that far away from the cinema, I decided I would walk, instead of phoning my parents for a ride home. The street was dark, damp and miserable. The buildings on each side of the streets were apartments many a storey high. They were made of large, grey and sand coloured bricks, but the bricks were set in a subtle symmetric pattern. It had many large windows set on every level and was tinted so that passers-by could not look in. The stone pavement beneath me was damp after a light shower of rain that Great Britain was famous for. It got darker and darker still. I noticed an opening between two apartment buildings; this opening would supposedly take me to my home quicker so I decided to take the shortcut. Walking down the alley, I took in my surroundings. Each side of the alley held many smelly dustbins, and a leaky drain pipe hung from one of the various storeys. This particular alley had one solitary lamppost, which was about as much use as having a mobile phone without its battery. It would flicker in what I thought of as a stuttering sequence, by starting off with a light which wasn t at all bright, and then turning off completely. It was a rather long alley and I found it hard to see where the alley ended. Just as the flickering made me contemplate turning back and taking the longer route home, I heard fast footsteps coming towards me. Then I saw the silhouette of a man with a large build, and from what I could make out, he had a lot of muscle on him. I froze like a deer in headlights, unable to move, and unable to make coherent thoughts. But, I broke out of it when I heard one of the dustbins clang from the man knocking it on his way past which was not that far in front of me. I immediately turned around and started running back the way I had come. But, all of a sudden the light flickered off and yet, it stayed off. I screamed, not screaming HELP! but, just screaming, in the hope that someone, anyone, would hear me.
Not seeing where I was going, I kept running, until I ran into something which felt a lot like yet another large figure. The force of the sudden knocked me off my feet and onto the cold stone cobbles of the pavement. The man that had just knocked me down laughed and said, Ah, see George, I told you she would like me better and here she is, throwing herself at me . I cringed and attempted to back away from him from my position on the ground, yet this only caused me to back into the man who I believed to be George. I realised that while I was getting knocked over, the man had been able to catch up to where we were. The tears welled in my eyes as I screamed, HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE JUST HELP ME! I broke off sobbing as the tears flooded my sight. George grabbed me and said menacingly, Stop screaming, you wouldn t want anyone else to get hurt now would you? But, the way he said, did not sound like a question. This only caused me to sob louder. I started to scream again, only to have the second man stop me, by putting his hand over my mouth. Shut up or you ll only end up getting hurt. Please don t hurt me! I begged. Only if you co-operate with us, George snarled. I didn t know what to say to that, of course I would do everything I could to NOT co-operate but, if I told them that, they would hurt me. I sobbed louder still, until the second man slapped me hard across my right cheek, which resorted in more tears and one hell of a sting. Stop messing around Dave, let s get down to business, George murmured darkly. The man I presumed was Dave grabbed a fistful of the blue fabric of my jacket and fumbled to find the zip. I struggled against him, trying to pull away. George grabbed my shoulders in an attempt to still my thrashing. Dave pulled my zip down forcefully and then quickly tried to take my jacket off me with added help from George. With the weight lifted from my shoulders I tried to fight them off, but my attempts were weak and feeble. And of course they were too strong for me. They successfully managed to take my jacket off they flung into the depths of the darkness, and then proceeded to take the rest of my clothes off, leaving me cold and naked. My sobs and tears unimaginably increased. The new found cold to my skin caused my shoulders to shake in convulsing shivers.
I could only just hear them arguing over who would do me first . I shivered and screamed louder than I would have thought possible. George had apparently won the argument, as he then made an effort to grab me and undo his trousers simultaneously. But, just then I managed to hear the sound of running feet through the alley. George was suddenly pulled back and a punch found itself onto his nose. Dave then tried to aid his partner in crime by throwing flailing punches in the general area of the newcomer. Yet my hero dodged every punch and delivered one of his own for every fist thrown. I tried to crawl backwards away from the sorry excuse of a fight. The newcomer quickly finished Dave and George off and then grabbed some of my clothing which had been thrown around the alley. He cautiously approached and cooed to me like you would a baby. Shh... it s alright, you re safe now. I m not going to hurt you, I promise. He gently passed me my clothes and I slowly took them and tried to redress myself. When I was done, the man lent me a hand in getting up from the ever cold cobbles. I threw my arms around him, and thanked him continuously. He led me away from the alley and lent me his phone to call my parents to come and pick me up. I wish I had just done that in the first place... Breaking out of my thoughts, I remembered the vow I made to myself, to always help those in danger, and put their safety in front of my own. Because that is exactly what my saviour had done that day. He had protected me, and for it, I will be forever grateful to that man. I never learnt his name, and yet, I will never forget him, not even to the day I die. And to think that this happens every single night, in one part of the country, makes my skin crawl. Most of these unfortunate victims will actually BE raped, whereas I was lucky enough to escape. Over the years since that unforgettable experience, I have helped many people from going through that. And, I have been their saviour. To this day, no-one but that man, my family and I know of that day s events where I was a victim - something I've vowed never to be again. The experience caused me to grow up and those closest to me noticed a considerable difference in me. I grew tough and never let my emotions get the better of me. Going down memory lane had taken my attention away from reality, and I know found myself outside A.D.A.S headquarters. On the outside, it looked like any other upmarket London building, to cause passers-by to not think twice about it. I looked at the tinted windows of the first floor and saw a reflection of myself; my hair was a dark brown which almost looked red, had the occasional natural highlight and was long enough to
cascade down my shoulders, my side bangs covered most of my left eye, leaving you to notice the deep brown of my right eye. My nose was regular not too big, not too small, and my lips were small and plump. I had a rather sharp bone structure and was lightly tanned. I was of regular height but, yet had long legs. I squared my shoulders and with my head held high, I walked into the building.
Chapter 3 As soon as I walked through the doors, the hustle and bustle that usually surrounded A.D.A.S greeted me in what I ve always thought of as a security blanket. There were agents in their sleek black suits, billowing from various doorways around the reception area which was immediately found once the doors opened even the slightest of angles. I was pleasantly surprised to find, not the 5ft 8 blonde bimbo to whom I had been accustomed to, but a kind looking woman who appeared to be in her late forties. Her greying hair fell in slight curls around her shoulders as she typed away at the high tech computer located in front of her, whilst cleverly pulling her cream knitted cardigan tighter around her shoulders. Her soft, angel looking face looked up at me as I approached the receptionist desk to where she was situated. Hello, dear, how can I help you? she asked in a warm and motherly tone, yet still keeping that professional sound which was vital here. I am here to see Chief Buxton for an emergency meeting , I replied in the kindest voice I could muster. Although I was never the politest of people, I couldn t help but be kind to this woman. She checked on the screen in front of her and confirmed that I should head straight to the top of the building where Chiefs office could be found. Thank you , I told her honestly. No, thank you. Have a pleasant day dear , she called after me as I turned to walk to the staircase to the left of her desk. I turned back to smile warmly at her as I neared the bottom of the staircase. She appeared to be honestly nice and I could tell that these pleasantries delivered between us would become a daily occurrence, or at least as often as either of us was due to work. I started up the stairs already enjoying the small amount of exercise that would be sure to come as I continued to walk up the stairs at a brisk pace. Every time I was at work I would be sure to use the stairs to obtain to the higher levels of this fairly old building, as I despised using elevators and escalators as I thought them to be machines which encouraged people to exercise less as old fashioned and in the slightest way, paranoid, as that may sound. I was one of those people who thought (and rightly so) that exercise and a healthy diet were two of the most important things in life. That was not to say that I was one of those people who snack on carrot sticks and eat a lettuce leaf or two for lunch. I m talking healthy eating that involves real food.
As I always, I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride as I travelled through A.D.A.S. The modern corridors and stairwells donned with various memorabilia of the prestigious secret agent company through the years. The walls themselves were painted white with various bright feature walls found within the establishment. The black tiles of which covered the ground beneath my feet shone slightly due to the bright over head lighting. Walking briskly up the stairs was like second nature to me and whereas many people s bodies may have started to tire after travelling up fifteen storeys, my body felt no physical tiredness at all, proving to myself that my regular gym visits were taking the necessary affects I desired. As I reached the top story, I relaxed my walk and took my time to admire the memorabilia on this particular floor as it was like a timeline of Chief Adrian Buxton s career at A.D.A.S. From the early days when he first started out in the company he was greatly admired and respected because his family before him had been secret agents and were some of the best at what they did. He followed in their footsteps and yet he did not want to be compared to his family because he wanted to be known for his own skills and talents and not that of his predecessors. Many a time he has saved a fellow officer and in doing so has put many of the world s best criminals behind bars. Over the years he became known for him himself and became the greatest agent A.D.A.S has ever seen a title I will take from him one day. When I first became an agent, I too was respected because my family were previous agents but I don t want to be known as just the daughter of Ethan & Juliet Parker, I want to be known simply as me; Alexandra Parker. In Latin, the name Alexandra means protector of mankind and that is exactly what I do, I live up to my namesake and I live up to the honour of this company. I neared the end of the corridor and stopped outside of a dark, wooden door with a plaque that read Chief A. Buxton . I didn t even bother knocking, because it s not like it s an impromptu visit, he knows I m coming. I reached for the silver handle on the door and grasped the cold metal, twisting my wrist so that I could pull the door handle down to open the door. I pushed it aside and stepped into the cool, air conditioned room where a long, wooden table in the shape of an oval was placed directly in the middle. Several chairs were placed around it and two of them filled. One by Scott Lee, my partner in crime...fighting. His appearance as always made my breath catch in my throat and my heart skip a beat. It had been like this since we were assigned to be partners when I first joined this business. His short brown hair with natural low lights is always casually styled in that messy my hair just looks like this psh, yea right style that was becoming even more fashionable as of late. Hazel eyes that were so deep that you could get lost in them for days without any recognition of anything else. His lips are a light pink that look soft and inviting and his nose is just the right size for his naturally tanned face. He has that whole casual bad boy vibe, but he is far from a bad boy, he is a total sweetheart and he is my on and off boyfriend. At the moment we weren t dating but, hey a girl can look right? The other chair however
