Get Your Spy On

Get Your Spy On Chapter 11

“Stop,” I say, looking at her with disgust. “You’re lying through your teeth. Tell me the truth, you’re killing the spy population.”

The Leader lets go of my neck, but she kicks me with her right leg, sending me off the floor for a split second. I groan, coughing. The Leader leans down, her voice ice when she talks. “We’re both bad guys, Wendy. I may tell you I’m a good guy, but I’m still bad. Secret agents are just nicer than spies. We will and shall always be evil toward your kind.”

“I don’t understand,” I say, breathing heavy. “You’re good, but yet you’re evil? You may say you’re evil toward our kind, but you still have the nerve to say you’re better than us? Do you see the spies killing children?”

“Do you see the secret agents leaving the young to rot here in a cell?” She fires back. Her grip tightens on the chain, but it relaxes once she speaks. “We kill, yes, but we do it to protect ourselves from your kind. Would you do anything to protect your sibling?”

I stare at her for so long that I nearly forgot her question. Nobody has out front asked me if I would do anything for my sibling. Nobody ever cared what I thought. “I would do anything for my brother or sister.”

“And what would you do if someone killed your sibling?”

“I’d make sure that person has a slow painful death.”

“Exactly,” she says softly, staring at me. “Your kind killed my brother. He was supposed to be the Leader, but he died before he could become one. I’m protecting my kind from getting hurt like I did. I’m good, but yet I’m still evil because I’m killing innocent people who don’t have a chance to decide what they want.”

I inch away from her, suddenly hearing her deepest thoughts making me uncomfortable. She stares at the chain, and suddenly, she snaps back to the present. She drops the chain, and grabs me. “Your decision.”

“I’ll help you, but once my sibling is born, it’s fair game. I will not help you in any way. I’m telling you now so you don’t feel betrayed when I no longer wish to be in your debt.”

“I understand perfectly,” she says, walking away. “Good-bye, Wendy.”

And that’s that. I’m free to leave. I stumble out of the cell, leaning against the bars of Bradly’s cell, trembling. I slide down the bars, and stare at my uncle, lifeless. “Good-bye, uncle.”

Through the bars I’m able to touch his forehead, and just like that, I get back up and stumble out of the cell, my left leg giving out as I run. I keep stumbling, pushing past secret agents, making my way to the front door.

I run outside, darkness everywhere. Of course out of all the times she’d send me out here it would be in the middle of the night.  I run away, until I make it to a twenty-four hour diner. I open the diner door, and see that it’s vacant besides the people working.

“Sir,” I say to a busboy staring at me curiously. “Please, I need a phone.”

He nods, and grabs a phone. He returns with a phone, and I thank him. I dial my grandparents’ number, my fingers trembling. The phone rings, and on the final ring, my grandfather answers the phone.”Who is this?”

“It’s me. They let me out.”

I let them know where I’m at, and I order a cup of coffee, my eyes burning. I grab the mug and chug down the hot coffee. My lungs burn, but it’s a good feeling compared to the water they gave me that reeked of pee.

My grandparents arrive shortly, handing the waiter some money before escorting me out of the diner and into their car. My grandma sits in the back seat with me, holding me tightly to her, afraid I’ll be taken away again.