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Adult ++
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Government Agent
White Picket Fence
A lone figure walked along the street humming and nodding his head to the music he was listening to. Black jeans with chains, a red shirt, and black jacket were his outfit. He had a wire hanging out of his jacket that ran up to the headphones on his shoulders. If you had just glanced at him, you wouldn’t see anything special, but if you truly looked at him, you would see bluish black, curly hair down to his shoulders, eyes of the deepest blue that were almost violet.
As he turned off the sidewalk and opened a gate on a white picket fence he hunched his shoulder and pulled out a ring of keys. He walked to the door thrusting the keys in. He turned the keys and walked into the house closing the door.
A woman stepped out of a kitchen that had a mixer going in the background. She wore a light blue dress with a white apron, “Damen, your father wants to talk to you when he gets home; something about school.” Damen turned around and walked to the stairs placing his hand on the banister, when his mother’s hand grabbed his arm. “Damen did you hear me?” The woman looked at her sons back, “Answer me now.”
“Yes, mother, I hear you, how could I not?” Damen looked back to his mother meeting her glaring green gaze.
“Don’t ever take that kind of tone with me again, young man.” The woman pulled her hand away from Damen, turning around with a huff and walking back into the kitchen.
Damen shook his head and walked up the stairs. He turned down a hallway to the left, walking all the way to the end passing only two doors in the process. The door at the end of the hall way was the one he opened and walked into. In the dark room the only light came from two aquariums and a computer. The computer said “17 more days and counting”. In the larger aquarium, sitting on a cabinet, held a snake, that was winding its way around a large stick in the cage. The second aquarium held some fish and frogs, which were swimming.
The teen walked through the room confidently knowing where he was going. He turned on a lamp, which flooded the room with enough light to see the outline of chester drawers, three bookshelves filled with books, two desks one with books and papers strewn all over it and the other with a black Dell computer and a laptop sitting by it, small cabinets that were home to the two aquariums.
The teen walked farther into the room, dropping his coat over the back of the chair, throwing his keys onto the computer desk, hitting the mouse, clearing the screensaver and letting a flashing icon come through saying, “You’ve got mail.” The teenager turned around ignoring the computer, then sat on the bed kicking his shoes off and picking up a remote and turning the stereo on. A cat came out from behind a bookshelf and rubbed himself against the human’s leg.
“Hey, Simon, how was your day with the cranky old women?” The teen bent down and picked up the yellow and white tabby. The cat purred jumping out of Damen’s arms and laying on the bed, continuing to pur very loudly and wash himself. Damen got up and walked to the computer clicking on the flashing icon. He set down and read the email, which was from his friend Anthony saying that he was having a party. Damen smirked, “Parents must be out of the country again. Lucky butt.” He pulled the keyboard towards him and typed that he would be there, just send a date and time.
The teen stood up and opened the curtains to a window letting the afternoon light flood the room. Now you could truly see the room. The walls were a light blue with whitish silver trimming. The bed was a four-poster bed with a midnight blue comforter and satin white pillows with liquid blue sheets. The frame of the bed was silver in color and reflected the light coming from the window. Every piece of furniture in the room had something silver on it. There were two doors besides the one that led into the hall. The door closest to the bed was open showing a sliding glass door while the other was closed.
Damen was sitting in the window seat looking out the window, admiring the sunset and the surrounding houses. A black Mercedes pulled into the driveway and stopped. A man with black hair that resembled Damen’s got out of the car with a brief case and walked to the front of the house opening the door and walking in. He turned back to the window and picked up the book that rested by his feet and began to read.
There was a knock on his door a few minutes later, which he ignored. Another knock again that was louder than the last and then he heard his father’s voice in the hall. “Damen after dinner I want to talk to you. Be down by six-thirty. Damen got up from the window seat grabbing his alarm clock and setting it for six-twenty. Setting down on the bed careful of the cat he layed on his side and prepared for sleep. He glanced over to the window letting his eyes wander over the front yard. “Yeah white picket fence for the perfect little family,” He sighed heavily, “Yeah that’s the day.” He thought about how outside the home his parents acted like the perfect couple in public view, but hidden behind walls and doors they hated each other with a passion. It made the ever present battle between God and the devil petty. It was the Brady Bunch turned Osmons. The broken vase in the trash was proof of that, along with the crystal blue wine glasses that were thrown against the same door as the vase.
With that thought Damen fell into a restless sleep until he pulled the tabby into his arms buring his face into the fur.
There was a knock on the door at the same time his alarm clock went off. Damen got up and walked to the door opening it, \"Yeah?\"
\"Damen, dinner\'s ready. Put some elegant clothes on and come downstairs to eat.\" His mother turned and walked to the end of the hallway. \"Hurry. We dont want to keep your father waiting, \" She snapped.
Damen flipped his mom off as she went around the corner. He walked back into his room closing the door. He stripped out of his jeans adn shirt pulling on black slcks and shoes, and grabbing a light blue shirt out of his closet. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail knowing there was nothing else he could do to make it cooperate. He remembered how his dad had reacted to him wearing jeans and a shirt to dinner with some of his colleagues there...
He had walked into the dining room wearing faded blue jeans and a blue shirt since he had been doing a school projectand didn\'t want to ruin his good clothes. When he entered the room he was suprised to find to people sitting at the table. He was then roughly pulled out of the room by his father who then proceded to throw him against a wall. Damen knew he was going to have bruises.
\"Damen go upstairs and change into something else. I don\'t care what is is as long as it has class.\" His father released him and walked back into the dining room telling his \"guests\" that his son just wanted to give him the car keys before he changes, seeing as how teenagers forget where they put everything...
After that incident he recieved a slap to the face not enough to bruise but enough to sting. The lecture that followed was stupid beyond reason, and then he was told since he wasn\'t listneing that he would get his car taken away. Damen walked down the stairs, and into the dining room.
\"It\'s about time, boy. What took you so long?\" His father hissed in his ear. Not waiting for an answer Damen\'s father turned to the man sitting in a high back chair drinking from a crystal wine glass. \"Mr. Richardson, I would like you to meet my son, Damen Ace Reed.\"
Damen walked over to the man and shook the offered hand, \"It\'s nice to meet you sir.\"
\"No need for formalities, Damen. Please call me James.\" James smiled and waved his hand to the chair across him, watching Damen over the rim of his wine glass, until he set down.
There was a clatter and the sound of shattering glass. Damen\'s father rushed offcalling, \"Rose let me help you. Are you okay?\" Damen looked at James adn realized the man was staring at him.
\"So, Damen, what do you think of your father\'s work? Do you agree with what your father does?\" James looked at Damen waiting for an answer and sipping his wine.
\"Well, Mr. Rich... umm, James, I really dont know what my father does. He doesn\'t really talk about work when he comes home. All I know is that he does a lot of work outside the country.\" Damen looked at James trying to read his face for information. He had always wanted to know what his father did for a living. Just when he was about to ask the question cussing could be heard from the kitchen. Damen groaned and buried his face in his hands in emmbarrasment.
\"It\'s quite alright, Damen. I\'ve know your father for a long time. We went to school together did you know that? No, well, me and your father have been very close for a long time. I\'m guessing you want to know what your father does am I right?\" At Damen\'s nod James continued, \"Your father and I were both interested in the secret service when we were younger. When we graduated, we decided to enroll and try to get in. Since your father is a genius in electronics and academics, he passed the tests with flying colors, as did I. Your father and I have gone on several missions together. Still not following?\" Damen shook his head. \"No, well, the easiest way would just be to tell you. Your father and I are assasins for the government, and when you are twenty you will also become what we have.\" James had to raise his voice over Damen\'s parents arguing.
\"James, as much as I would like tp believe you, I know my father and he wouldn\'t kill anyone. I know he wouldn\'t.\" Damen was cut off as he heard a piercing screa, from where his father had gone. He made to get up but was held down by James. He hadn\'t even seen the man move.
\"Damen, I\'m sorry but you have no choice in the matter. The government unfortunatelly doesn\'t want to wait for you to turn twenty. They wnat Mr. Reed\'s son now, so they van train you to become better than your father and me together. In other words they don\'t want their agents relying on any one but themselves now.\" James had a grip on Damen\'s arms, and awas holding them against the armrest of the chair.
Damen\'s father walked in to the room with a bloody knife in his hand and blood all over his right hand. On the man\'s face were four perfect scratches, from above his left eye down his cheek and to his throat. \"Did you tell him, James?\" He grabbed a white linen napkin from the table and wiped his hands off, then dropped it on the floor.
\"Yes, Raven. I see that your wife did a nice job on your face, you might want to get that checked out when we get back to headquarters. Do you have everything ready to go?\" James looked at Raven\'s face and sighed. The scratches were running blood down his face.
\"I\'m always prepaired. What kind of question was that? Let\'s go I\'m tired of this house and everything it symbolized.\" The black haired man turned arounf to look at his son, sitting in the chair with a pale face and tense body. \"Damen, you can only take the things you want the most, so tell me what you want, and I\'ll go get it from your room.\" Raven walked to the stairs and looked back at his son, \"Th government will provide you with clothes and anything else you need.\"
\"I want Simon, the laptop, and my snake. That\'s all.\" He tried to stand but had no luck. James offered a hand and Damen took it with gratitude.
Raven came back downstairs with two carriers adn a laptop. \"Damen, are you ready to go now?\" He placed the twop carriers and the laptop on the table as he talked.
Damen looked at his father, \"Iguess I really don\'t have a choice do I?\" His father shook his head. \"Well, then I guess there is no point in trying to get away either huh, or trying to run?\" Another shake of the head from his father and James. Damen sighed and got up, grabbing the carriers and laptop. \"Lead the way then.\"
As the three men made their way towards the front door Damen asked, \"I guess the men that were always over here at dinner were government officials. Am I right?\" He looked from his father to James. James smirked and gave a knowing look at Raven.
\"Yes they were. They wanted to talk to me about seeing if you should join at seventeen. I had no objections, of course your mother overheard the conversation, so when James came, she was going to do everything in her power to stop us.\" Raven walked out the front door followed by his son and friend closing the door behind them. \"James, I\'ll meet you at the airport tell the pilot I want to leave immediately.\"
\"Got it.\" He waved at Damen and got into a black mustang, leaving the two men behind to catch up with him.
Raven looked at his son, unlocking the doors with his keys and getting in. Once his son was in the car, he backed out of the driveway and pulled away from the house not looking back, but looking at his son watching the emotions play across his face. Longing, fear, regret, and pity marred Damen\'s features. \"You know that I did what I had to. I couldn\'t leave her alive to tell someone about me or anybody else who has stepped foot in that house. She would be in danger as well as you, and that can\'t happen.\"
\"I know, but that still didn\'t mean that you had to kill her.\" Damen didn\'t look at his father as he talked to him. The last thing he saw before his father turned the corner was the white picket fence that he surrounded his old home.
Ace
6/10/05
A lone figure walked along the street humming and nodding his head to the music he was listening to. Black jeans with chains, a red shirt, and black jacket were his outfit. He had a wire hanging out of his jacket that ran up to the headphones on his shoulders. If you had just glanced at him, you wouldn’t see anything special, but if you truly looked at him, you would see bluish black, curly hair down to his shoulders, eyes of the deepest blue that were almost violet.
As he turned off the sidewalk and opened a gate on a white picket fence he hunched his shoulder and pulled out a ring of keys. He walked to the door thrusting the keys in. He turned the keys and walked into the house closing the door.
A woman stepped out of a kitchen that had a mixer going in the background. She wore a light blue dress with a white apron, “Damen, your father wants to talk to you when he gets home; something about school.” Damen turned around and walked to the stairs placing his hand on the banister, when his mother’s hand grabbed his arm. “Damen did you hear me?” The woman looked at her sons back, “Answer me now.”
“Yes, mother, I hear you, how could I not?” Damen looked back to his mother meeting her glaring green gaze.
“Don’t ever take that kind of tone with me again, young man.” The woman pulled her hand away from Damen, turning around with a huff and walking back into the kitchen.
Damen shook his head and walked up the stairs. He turned down a hallway to the left, walking all the way to the end passing only two doors in the process. The door at the end of the hall way was the one he opened and walked into. In the dark room the only light came from two aquariums and a computer. The computer said “17 more days and counting”. In the larger aquarium, sitting on a cabinet, held a snake, that was winding its way around a large stick in the cage. The second aquarium held some fish and frogs, which were swimming.
The teen walked through the room confidently knowing where he was going. He turned on a lamp, which flooded the room with enough light to see the outline of chester drawers, three bookshelves filled with books, two desks one with books and papers strewn all over it and the other with a black Dell computer and a laptop sitting by it, small cabinets that were home to the two aquariums.
The teen walked farther into the room, dropping his coat over the back of the chair, throwing his keys onto the computer desk, hitting the mouse, clearing the screensaver and letting a flashing icon come through saying, “You’ve got mail.” The teenager turned around ignoring the computer, then sat on the bed kicking his shoes off and picking up a remote and turning the stereo on. A cat came out from behind a bookshelf and rubbed himself against the human’s leg.
“Hey, Simon, how was your day with the cranky old women?” The teen bent down and picked up the yellow and white tabby. The cat purred jumping out of Damen’s arms and laying on the bed, continuing to pur very loudly and wash himself. Damen got up and walked to the computer clicking on the flashing icon. He set down and read the email, which was from his friend Anthony saying that he was having a party. Damen smirked, “Parents must be out of the country again. Lucky butt.” He pulled the keyboard towards him and typed that he would be there, just send a date and time.
The teen stood up and opened the curtains to a window letting the afternoon light flood the room. Now you could truly see the room. The walls were a light blue with whitish silver trimming. The bed was a four-poster bed with a midnight blue comforter and satin white pillows with liquid blue sheets. The frame of the bed was silver in color and reflected the light coming from the window. Every piece of furniture in the room had something silver on it. There were two doors besides the one that led into the hall. The door closest to the bed was open showing a sliding glass door while the other was closed.
Damen was sitting in the window seat looking out the window, admiring the sunset and the surrounding houses. A black Mercedes pulled into the driveway and stopped. A man with black hair that resembled Damen’s got out of the car with a brief case and walked to the front of the house opening the door and walking in. He turned back to the window and picked up the book that rested by his feet and began to read.
There was a knock on his door a few minutes later, which he ignored. Another knock again that was louder than the last and then he heard his father’s voice in the hall. “Damen after dinner I want to talk to you. Be down by six-thirty. Damen got up from the window seat grabbing his alarm clock and setting it for six-twenty. Setting down on the bed careful of the cat he layed on his side and prepared for sleep. He glanced over to the window letting his eyes wander over the front yard. “Yeah white picket fence for the perfect little family,” He sighed heavily, “Yeah that’s the day.” He thought about how outside the home his parents acted like the perfect couple in public view, but hidden behind walls and doors they hated each other with a passion. It made the ever present battle between God and the devil petty. It was the Brady Bunch turned Osmons. The broken vase in the trash was proof of that, along with the crystal blue wine glasses that were thrown against the same door as the vase.
With that thought Damen fell into a restless sleep until he pulled the tabby into his arms buring his face into the fur.
There was a knock on the door at the same time his alarm clock went off. Damen got up and walked to the door opening it, \"Yeah?\"
\"Damen, dinner\'s ready. Put some elegant clothes on and come downstairs to eat.\" His mother turned and walked to the end of the hallway. \"Hurry. We dont want to keep your father waiting, \" She snapped.
Damen flipped his mom off as she went around the corner. He walked back into his room closing the door. He stripped out of his jeans adn shirt pulling on black slcks and shoes, and grabbing a light blue shirt out of his closet. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail knowing there was nothing else he could do to make it cooperate. He remembered how his dad had reacted to him wearing jeans and a shirt to dinner with some of his colleagues there...
He had walked into the dining room wearing faded blue jeans and a blue shirt since he had been doing a school projectand didn\'t want to ruin his good clothes. When he entered the room he was suprised to find to people sitting at the table. He was then roughly pulled out of the room by his father who then proceded to throw him against a wall. Damen knew he was going to have bruises.
\"Damen go upstairs and change into something else. I don\'t care what is is as long as it has class.\" His father released him and walked back into the dining room telling his \"guests\" that his son just wanted to give him the car keys before he changes, seeing as how teenagers forget where they put everything...
After that incident he recieved a slap to the face not enough to bruise but enough to sting. The lecture that followed was stupid beyond reason, and then he was told since he wasn\'t listneing that he would get his car taken away. Damen walked down the stairs, and into the dining room.
\"It\'s about time, boy. What took you so long?\" His father hissed in his ear. Not waiting for an answer Damen\'s father turned to the man sitting in a high back chair drinking from a crystal wine glass. \"Mr. Richardson, I would like you to meet my son, Damen Ace Reed.\"
Damen walked over to the man and shook the offered hand, \"It\'s nice to meet you sir.\"
\"No need for formalities, Damen. Please call me James.\" James smiled and waved his hand to the chair across him, watching Damen over the rim of his wine glass, until he set down.
There was a clatter and the sound of shattering glass. Damen\'s father rushed offcalling, \"Rose let me help you. Are you okay?\" Damen looked at James adn realized the man was staring at him.
\"So, Damen, what do you think of your father\'s work? Do you agree with what your father does?\" James looked at Damen waiting for an answer and sipping his wine.
\"Well, Mr. Rich... umm, James, I really dont know what my father does. He doesn\'t really talk about work when he comes home. All I know is that he does a lot of work outside the country.\" Damen looked at James trying to read his face for information. He had always wanted to know what his father did for a living. Just when he was about to ask the question cussing could be heard from the kitchen. Damen groaned and buried his face in his hands in emmbarrasment.
\"It\'s quite alright, Damen. I\'ve know your father for a long time. We went to school together did you know that? No, well, me and your father have been very close for a long time. I\'m guessing you want to know what your father does am I right?\" At Damen\'s nod James continued, \"Your father and I were both interested in the secret service when we were younger. When we graduated, we decided to enroll and try to get in. Since your father is a genius in electronics and academics, he passed the tests with flying colors, as did I. Your father and I have gone on several missions together. Still not following?\" Damen shook his head. \"No, well, the easiest way would just be to tell you. Your father and I are assasins for the government, and when you are twenty you will also become what we have.\" James had to raise his voice over Damen\'s parents arguing.
\"James, as much as I would like tp believe you, I know my father and he wouldn\'t kill anyone. I know he wouldn\'t.\" Damen was cut off as he heard a piercing screa, from where his father had gone. He made to get up but was held down by James. He hadn\'t even seen the man move.
\"Damen, I\'m sorry but you have no choice in the matter. The government unfortunatelly doesn\'t want to wait for you to turn twenty. They wnat Mr. Reed\'s son now, so they van train you to become better than your father and me together. In other words they don\'t want their agents relying on any one but themselves now.\" James had a grip on Damen\'s arms, and awas holding them against the armrest of the chair.
Damen\'s father walked in to the room with a bloody knife in his hand and blood all over his right hand. On the man\'s face were four perfect scratches, from above his left eye down his cheek and to his throat. \"Did you tell him, James?\" He grabbed a white linen napkin from the table and wiped his hands off, then dropped it on the floor.
\"Yes, Raven. I see that your wife did a nice job on your face, you might want to get that checked out when we get back to headquarters. Do you have everything ready to go?\" James looked at Raven\'s face and sighed. The scratches were running blood down his face.
\"I\'m always prepaired. What kind of question was that? Let\'s go I\'m tired of this house and everything it symbolized.\" The black haired man turned arounf to look at his son, sitting in the chair with a pale face and tense body. \"Damen, you can only take the things you want the most, so tell me what you want, and I\'ll go get it from your room.\" Raven walked to the stairs and looked back at his son, \"Th government will provide you with clothes and anything else you need.\"
\"I want Simon, the laptop, and my snake. That\'s all.\" He tried to stand but had no luck. James offered a hand and Damen took it with gratitude.
Raven came back downstairs with two carriers adn a laptop. \"Damen, are you ready to go now?\" He placed the twop carriers and the laptop on the table as he talked.
Damen looked at his father, \"Iguess I really don\'t have a choice do I?\" His father shook his head. \"Well, then I guess there is no point in trying to get away either huh, or trying to run?\" Another shake of the head from his father and James. Damen sighed and got up, grabbing the carriers and laptop. \"Lead the way then.\"
As the three men made their way towards the front door Damen asked, \"I guess the men that were always over here at dinner were government officials. Am I right?\" He looked from his father to James. James smirked and gave a knowing look at Raven.
\"Yes they were. They wanted to talk to me about seeing if you should join at seventeen. I had no objections, of course your mother overheard the conversation, so when James came, she was going to do everything in her power to stop us.\" Raven walked out the front door followed by his son and friend closing the door behind them. \"James, I\'ll meet you at the airport tell the pilot I want to leave immediately.\"
\"Got it.\" He waved at Damen and got into a black mustang, leaving the two men behind to catch up with him.
Raven looked at his son, unlocking the doors with his keys and getting in. Once his son was in the car, he backed out of the driveway and pulled away from the house not looking back, but looking at his son watching the emotions play across his face. Longing, fear, regret, and pity marred Damen\'s features. \"You know that I did what I had to. I couldn\'t leave her alive to tell someone about me or anybody else who has stepped foot in that house. She would be in danger as well as you, and that can\'t happen.\"
\"I know, but that still didn\'t mean that you had to kill her.\" Damen didn\'t look at his father as he talked to him. The last thing he saw before his father turned the corner was the white picket fence that he surrounded his old home.
Ace
6/10/05