Pulling the Trigger

Chapter 2

My life, well its boring. Same thing over and over, everyday! When I was little, I thought it was great. Now that I am older. It is annoying! 

"BEEP! BEEP!" my alarm clock screamed.

I slammed down hard on the alarm clock, hoping to shut it up. Mornings where never really my thing. In fact I hated them. Snuggling back up into my warm blankets. To bad it didn't last long. 

CRASH! I bolted up. The sound made me snap out of my daze. Scanning my room, it appeared to come from my closet. Slowly creeping off my bed, and picking up my gun. What could that had been? Creeping my way towards my closet door. Closing in on the door. I kicked it open. Pointing my gun, scanning my closet. Sadly I only found a kid huddled in a corner.

"Aw shoot you found me!" The boy said. "Wait! No, don't shoot me!"

The young boy, looked only around the age of 7. Who was he? Not lowering the gun, I simply stepped forward. Staring coldly into his eyes, I squatted down to his size. His sandy blonde hair, and baby blue eyes told me nothing. The kid was basically scarred. Of course, I still had my gun pointing at him. His clothes had holes, holes all over. 

"Who are you? How you get in here? Where did you come from?" I said, trying to scare the information out from his mouth. 

"What is it to you?" He sassed back.

"Well, I got a gun full of ammo. I do believe you should answer, or your gonna taste the ammo." I said smirking.

"Oh. Okay fine. My name is Derek. I got in here, by the open door. Not sure where I came from." He answered.

Finally getting an answer, I put the gun on the floor. Picking him up, and carrying him out of the closet. For some reason, I felt related to this kid. Not like blood related, but like a Project. Thinking of the Projects. There were only there of us. I realised, the named us after our Project letter. A, Abbey. B, Brian. C, Clara. Was this kid, going to be D? 

"I like you. Your like my sister. Your nice and tough, just like her." Derek said, resting his head on my shoulder. 

"You had a sister? What was her name? " I asked, sitting down on my bed still holding Derek.

" Dad told me her name was Emma." Derek said. "She looks like you. Dad, sent me pictures of her."

"You can tell me the whole story if you want." I said smiling. 

"Well, our parents divorced. Dad, took me. Mom took Emma. She went crazy, and told me she should of had me, instead of Emma. If you didn't know, we were twins." Derek started crying into my t-shirt. "I miss her so much."

"It's okay. I promise I'll protect you, from any harm." I gave him a great big bear hug. "By the way my name is Clara."

A knock interrupted our hug. Setting Derek on my bed. I crept towards the door. No idea who this was, or why they were knocking. Whoever it was, I didn't even get to turn the knob before sirens went off. What the hell is going on. I quickly locked my door, and picked up Derek. Swifting my feet across the floor, I raced into the closet. Making sure I closed the door behind us. Placing my hand onto Derek's mouth, so he wouldn't make a sound. What the hell was going on? This had never happened before. Banging became louder at my door. To tell you the truth, I was scared. More scared then I might have ever experienced. Cold drops of water, were rolling down my hand. Staring down, I notice Derek was crying. Finally the door busted open. The sound of  foot steps were everywhere in my room. My breathe was shaky now. This was defiantly not a normal FBI agent, or a project. The doors to the my closet slammed open. Shit, they spotted me. What I thought was only one person. Ended up being three. 

"Get the child." The tallest man said, pointing at Derek.

My words had escaped my mouth, without notifying me. 

"N-no." I said, swatting away the ugly scarred face man's hand away. "Your not taking him!" 

"Why not? You don't even know this kid?" Tallest man voice boomed. 

"I-I made a promise, and im going to keep it!" I said standing up, placing Derek behind me.

 "You got spirit kid." Tall man said. "To bad it's gonna end so soon."

Gun shots fired, and my mirror shattered. Who the hell do they think the are? Coming in my room, and making a mess. Not like it wasn't already a mess, but still!

Two men, closed in on me. One was armed, the other was not. The one man, rapidly firing. I dodge behind the other man fast. My instincts kicking in. All my training was going into this. Using this man as a shield. I felt bad, but what else was I suppose to do. I knew the man, couldn't survive so many shots. So I declared him dead. Pushing the man in the armed man direction, so the armed man would be distracted. It worked, I round house kicked the man with a gun in the jaw. CRACK! I do believe I just broke his jaw. I snatched the gun out of his hands. I shot the man. Blood splattered everywhere, on me, on the floor. The tall man was gone, and Derek was huddled in a corner. Fixing to cry.

Who the hell was that? Sirens were still going. I slowly picked up Derek. Comforting him in my arms, telling him everything would be okay. When really, I didn't know. I just made a promise, I might not can keep. For the weirdest reason, I felt like an older sister. This was the younger brother I never had. Slowly walking my way out of my room. Trying to miss glass shards along the way. Not so much luck, I stepped on about five not so large ones. My foot, was bleeding. So I left a couple crimson  Derek was sobbing now. I felt so bad. This kid, so young had to witness that. My self, had just ruined that kid with acts of violence. Why did they want him? Walking down the hallway, Agents flocking in like a flock of hungry birds. This was not another normal morning.  Making my way up to Levi's office. Avoiding any contact with other agents. If you don't know how hard that is. It was the hardest thing I ever done. Whatever this was, I hope this wasn't a freaking test. Seriously, I am going to be so damn pissed if it was. 

Derek's sobs had finally cleared up. Sirens were getting more faint. Agents still running around. This was like chaos, I had never experienced before. I only wonder if I will be able to go outside now on my birthday. My thinking was interrupted by two people hugging me. 

"Are you okay Clara?" Abbey, Project A spoke. 

"Huh, oh yea. I am okay." I replied.

"That's good, but if you don't mind who the kid?" Brian, Project B spoke again.

If you didn't know, they were more projects before me. Abbey was the very first. Abbey has a long history, but I am going to make this short. Her family was murdered by a really bad man. Set her house on fire, she was the only survivor. Though Brian, nobody knows much about him. Just he one day appeared with FBI agents. Which makes me wonder more about my life. I was found, abonded. Who was my parents? Do I have any siblings? 

Thinking about all that just made my eyes water. I gently put Derek down, and just sobbed it out. Brian embraced me in a hug. By the time my tears had stopped, I believe Brian looked like he just took a shower. His shirt was soaked, in tears. 

"I-im sorry." I mumbled.