A Life For A Life

He didn’t like her when he first met her. Isn’t that how most relationship stories start? He wanted to shoot her but ended up getting shot himself. It was a minor lapse in judgement, one that he will never let himself make ever again. Well, maybe in the future he’ll stop.

They have been the unlikeliest of partners, but in some aspects, they make a pretty good team. They both have their own brand of crazy, their colleague’s word, not theirs, and he can stand her crazy even if it drives him crazy. He, at times, can annoy her to no end with his talk about emotions and having empathy but she has become accustomed to it and it brings a smile to her face when she’s alone. She will never admit this to him, of course, she does have a reputation to maintain.

“Tell me, Agent Foley, should I kill her slowly and painfully or just end her misery right here and now?” The druglord sneered as he pressed the knife into Lauren’s neck. Jase gritted his teeth as he glared at the druglord. If she had just listened to him before barging in there like she always did, they wouldn’t be in this situation. “Seriously, Jase? You’re pinning the whole thing on her now? Where is your sense of chivalry?” His mind piped up. “Need I remind you that you were the one who royally fucked up and got both you and your partner’s covers blown.” Jase sighed inaudibly and muttered under his breath, “Well I am an emotional person so I can’t help it if I say what I’m feeling.” His mind scoffed but didn’t reply which is fine by him.

“Well? What’s it going to be?” The druglord asked, pressing the knife deeper into Lauren, the tip drawing blood from the carotid artery. “Jase, don’t give him what he wants! Please! My life is not worth it!” Lauren pleaded, hoping that he will think of the greater good. Jase turned his ocean-green eyes into her blue-grey ones as he reached a decision. “I’ll give you what you want but on one condition: you let her go and you can keep me. A life for a life.” 

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Just Fine

She watched helplessly as the gang members took him away. He had made a deal with them that he would go with them if they let her go free. She pleads with him to reconsider and that they can think of another way but his decision was final. Bowing her head, she gritted her teeth so hard that it hurt, angry that he once again had to be the hero.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out as her partner and the gang stepped outside the abandoned warehouse. Her eyes widened in fear as she thought the worst. No, she thought frantically. He cannot be dead! Taking off at a run, she went out of the warehouse and was met with a blazing inferno. A few of the gang members had been killed in the explosion and within the scattered bodies, she found that of her partner. Rushing over to his side, she put two fingers on the side of his neck to see if there’s a pulse. Finding one, she breathed a sigh of relief before taking out her phone to call for backup and an ambulance.

When the backup and the paramedics arrived, the latter immediately asked her if she’s alright. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken. It’s my partner that needs medical attention. He’s alive but his pulse is weak.” The paramedic nodded before signalling to his colleague to come and help him get the injured FBI agent to the waiting ambulance. After loading the unconscious agent into the back, she insisted that she ride with them to the hospital, despite the protests of the paramedics who told her that only family members are allowed to ride with the patient.

Time seemed to fly by in a blur and soon, she found herself sitting beside her partner’s bed, listening to the steady beeps of the machine that’s keeping him alive. She took his hand in hers and on impulse, kissed her partner in the corner of his mouth. When she pulled away, a rough male voice asked, “Did you just kiss me, Dr. Brenan, or am I imagining things?” Chuckling to herself, she leaned back in her chair, relieved that he is going to be just fine.

Done Caring

I knew that if I let myself get involved, things would end badly. I have been taught to never let myself care for another person but somehow all the walls that I have put up over the years have all been torn down. There’s only one person to blame: Special Agent Joseph Borianez.

Yes, I know that he is my partner in every sense of the word, but sometimes, I just don’t want to worry about him on a daily basis. I want to stop thinking about if he’s going to get shot at while solving a case or worse, being severely injured to the point where I will have to live without him for the rest of my life. I sometimes wake up in a cold sweat as my subconscious mind bombards me with nightmares about my Joseph dying.

One night, while Joseph and I were asleep in our bed, I had another nightmare. It all felt so real that I thought that it was really happening. We were chasing down a dangerous suspect who is part of an equally dangerous drug cartel that uses people as their drug mules. Joseph got out his gun and went after the perp while I ran after him. I chased him to an alleyway where the suspect is cornered with nowhere to run. Joseph pointed the gun at him, ready to shoot if necessary. Just then, a shot rang out and everything slowed as I watched Joseph fall to the ground, a gaping bullet wound on the back of his head.

“NOOOO!!! Joseph!” I cried, kneeling beside his body as blood seeped out from the wound. Tears streamed down my face as I held him in my arms. “You are not allowed to die, Joseph Borianez, you hear me?” I whispered fiercely even though I knew that it’s no use. Joseph is gone and I am alone again. Everything then went black as I opened my eyes, waking up from the terrifying nightmare. I could feel the wetness of the tears that I had shed in the dream as my mind replayed the moment. I turned to look at the man that I have come to love with all my heart. A wave of sadness washed over me before I steeled myself up for what I’m about to do. From this moment on, I will not worry about what happens to my husband while he’s out in the field. I am done caring.

Whatever It Takes

He hopped on the next available flight to Washington DC as soon as he finished at work, hoping that he could convince the woman that he has come to love to take a chance on them. He ran through various scenarios where he would pour his heart out to her and she would then kiss him senseless before saying “yes”.

Changing into something more comfortable, he all but ran toward her house. When he caught his breath, he raised a slightly shaking hand and knocked. His heart raced a mile a minute as he waited for her to open the door. “Luc,” she greeted, shocked to see her lover standing on her doorstep looking like he just jogged through the streets of the District of Columbia. “What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice quiet.

Taking a breath, he summoned up the courage to say what he came all this way to say, “I have never felt love at the deepest level,” he began. “I mean, I kind of felt it before Evie’s mother and me divorced, but since then I have never let myself to fully love another person. Until you came along, Cate.” He then let out a sigh and continued, “I know that we both have jobs that take up most if not all of our time, but all I ask is that we give this a chance.” Cate said nothing as she stared at her kind-of-sort-of boyfriend with tears glistening in her eyes.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work because I…” He trailed off, unsure if he should tell her everything. Screw it! He thought. She deserves to know. He then held her face in his hands and breathed out, “I love you.” Cate then took a small step back from him and said, “The job will always come first, Luc, you of all people should know that. I want to give this a chance but that would be us trying to be something that we’re not.” She then put a hand on Luc’s cheek, “I don’t want you to change who you are just so we can be together. I love you too much for that, Luc.” She finished, putting her forehead against his.

Devastation and heartbreak coursed through him as he let her words sink in. As much as he wanted to argue, deep down he knew that she was right. His career as an expert negotiator will always take precedence over his personal relationships. He had been willing to do whatever to took to keep Cate in his life, but it seems that it is not meant to be.

Hell on Earth

There was destruction everywhere, like a child leaving their toys all over the living room carpet. Fires broke out from gas leaks and electrical failures, engulfing houses and buildings in a cocoon of bright orange flame. The omen was right. Hell has come to Earth.

24 Hours Ago…

It’s been months after Lucy had returned to Hell to keep the demons from starting another coup. Detective Stanton took a couple of days off work to get over the fact that the woman he loves is gone forever. He had hoped that the former Lightbringer will come back after she had gotten things under control, but Lucy said to him once that time runs differently in Hell than it does on Earth. “One day on Earth can mean a couple of millennia in Hell,” she had said when they were on a stakeout. The homicide detective still solved a lot of cases for the LVPD, but the process was not as fast when Lucy was there to help.

“Hey, Stanton! We got another case!” One of the uniformed officers said, putting a stack of folders on the aforementioned detective’s desk. “What is it?” Detective Stanton asked, picking up one of the folders and flipping through it. “A series of strange events have been happening around the city. People were all normal one minute and the next, they’re acting like zombies only that they aren’t after human brains.” The officer said, putting his hands on his waist.

“Some say that there’s a pandemic going around but there’s no scientific evidence that that is the case.” Detective Stanton said as he looked through the file. The other officer let out a huff and said, “Well if there is some sort of pandemic that turns people into zombies or whathaveyou, I bet that they would be freaking out instead of being nonchalant about it.” The detective said nothing as he closed the file that he was reading and picked up another one, searching for any possible leads.

Just then, someone barged into the precinct and began yelling incoherent words. A group of officers gathered to try and stop the individual from causing harm as the latter continued to rave. “Demons! So many demons!” He screamed over and over, pointing a shaking finger at the door where he barged in from. Detective Stanton then made his way outside and the scene that greeted him shook him to the core.

Demons of all sizes ran amok in the streets of Las Vegas, causing havoc wherever they went. His gaze then fell upon the one person that he thought that he would never see again, but he barely recognized her. Her hazelnut brown eyes were blazing red with Hellfire and her smooth skin is blood red and burnt. The white angel wings were replaced with dark red bat wings, completing her Devil form. “Oh no, Lucy,” he breathed. “What have you done?”

A Better Life

If you are presented with an opportunity to have a better life, you would be a fool to refuse it. Yet you still have the choice to say “No”. Though what if you don’t have a choice? What if “No” is not the answer? What do you do then?

I live in a decent apartment in the outskirts of the city. It’s not quite as fancy as the ones in the downtown area since I couldn’t afford them. I just had my baby and I’m barely scraping by with my minimum wage job as a waitress at the local diner. I worked hard to earn what little money I am being paid, but it’s better than living on the streets. Lecherous customers would often look at me with pure lust in their eyes and make inappropriate comments that I dare not repeat, but I ignored them as best I could. I have a job to do, I don’t have time to deal with filthy pigs.

One day, while I cleared the tables, a man sitting in one of the booths by the window called out to me. I put down the dirty dishes down on a nearby table and made my way over to him. “Do you need something, sir?” I asked, stopping in front of the booth. The man smiled at me and I felt a chill running down my spine. It was the kind of smile that spells danger. “Yes, I do need something from you, but I can’t discuss it here where people can hear us.” He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. He placed the card on the table and paid for his meal before leaving the diner.

I watched him leave and then stared at the words printed on the small, white card: Erich Belmont, CIA. Letting out a quiet gasp, I ran out of the diner, frantically searching for any sign of him. He was about to turn a corner up ahead when I called out to him, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around and waited for me to catch up and once I did, I asked as I caught my breath, “You’re a CIA agent?” I inquired. Erich nodded. “I used to work for the FBI but the CIA came to me with a better job offer and I couldn’t turn it down.” He said with a shrug.

I then glanced down at Erich’s card again and asked, “What do you need me for? I don’t know anything about being a spy or the methods of espionage or whatever. It’s not like I can transform into a female James Bond.” Erich chuckled at my humour and said, “It’s fine, the agency will train you so that you can become a female James Bond or whatever you choose to call yourself.” I bit my lower lip, debating on whether or not I should take the agent up on his offer.

Erich seemed to sense my hesitation and said the one thing that sealed my fate: “If you’re worried about money, don’t. The agency will compensate you so you can have a better life for yourself and your baby girl.” I let out an inaudible gasp that he knows about my little Lena. Maybe working for the CIA is the best option I have if I want to give my child the life that she deserves. Erich looked like he wasn’t about to take “No” for an answer so I took a breath and said, “Alright, I’ll come work for you at the CIA.”