I OPEN MY EYES and they're greeted by white, bright lights. Big and circular just like the ones they hang above your hospital bed. I try to move my head but am quickly paused by the aching behind my neck and all over my back. Well, being honest, the aching is all over my body. The throbbing inside my head, the pain in my stomach, the stiffness of my knees, etc, etc, you name it. I part my lips to ask for help (tending more on for info, being honest) but is paused (yet again) by the beeping I hear. The beeping sounds are really familiar that it convince me that I'm still alive. I do hope not cause you know, it hurts. I force myself to get up, at least to see what condition my body is in. As I prop myself to sit on the bed, I see myself was clothed in white linen cambric with shiny purple and white light under it. For recovering maybe, I thought. I take the chance to glance around the room and register my mind to the new unfamiliar area. Filled with super hi-tech machines and computers, I know I'm inside somewhere hospital-like. But with all these hi-tech stuffs, I don't think I'm in 2019. So I get up and circle my bed. There is a board with all my infomations and bio data written in calculator-like font.
Name: Madison Scarlett Cole
Sex: Female
Age: 16
Blood type: R
Origin: UK, Earth
Status: C
I don't get it. There are thousands of questions burning inside my head, but the first information that my brain register is this place is hiding something, I have to find out what R and C stand for. I put the board back in place and stare at a very odd, yet cool looking cabinet with 3 doors. It's about 12 inches by height and each door has a label; Locker, Personal Things, and Laundry respectively. I frown and open the Laundry drawer and find my navy jumper and light washed boyfriend jeans, both were almost fully smeared with dry mud (thankyou very much), for short, dirty. I start to recall what happened before.
It was almost 4 pm and I was in my dad's office. He owns a company that works against the British government name Cromwell. Well people know it as one of the best weapon-selling companies in the world. But only a few people know that Connor Cooperfield has a daughter, me. Every time I ask him why, his reason is always the same, to protect me. That's why he always told me to use Cole instead of Cooperfield. I used to not to believe him but as time flies, I start to understand why. Most weekdays I'm there to help with his plans, controlling and seeing how the employees work, calibrating machines, etc. No one in the company knows that I am Connor's daughter. He always introduces me as his director.
That day, Monday, 24 June 2019, I was in his office, helping him plan stuffs, etc. And the plan was to attack a planet name Cycruz. According to his and my research, this planet is the future planet. Cycruz is filled with hi-tech stuffs, unlimited internet, and nature resources. And it intrigue us more when we know that Cycruz can produce its own chemical resources and doesn't need any help from anyone (or this case any planet) if they are to collapse and break down. My dad saw this as an opportunity for our world because as we all know, the Earth is providing less and lesser clean places for humans to live. He knows Cycruz's population isn't that much and it engross him even more. His plan is to attack the planet, and then Cromwell will take over and start a new government (more like a new world) and start transporting Earth's population there. Anyone interested, will purchase the living plan, such as the transportation, accommodation, basically anything related to our living expenses (basically how to live on Cycruz). My dad believes it won't be that hard because all the hi-tech stuffs are easy to learn. I can see this as a very huge plan, and a bad one, but whatever, he is doing it for the greater good.
Remembering his optimism, well mine too and Cromwell's towards this plan, isn't doing us any good. Really, right now the only thing I want to say to him is: Thanks dad for the free transport to Cycruz. You really should bring more people here cause your plan do really work. I beam at my own sarcastic joke. It's no time to be funny Mads.
I shuffle my dirty clothes back to the Laundry drawer and open my Personal Things drawer. There I find nothing but my belt. I guess they don't like me having and playing my phone around. My wallet is gone too. I bet Cycruz has something to do with identity change. Before anything else, I stand and make my way to the door. I need to change my identity as fast as I can before someone suspect I'm a Cooperfield under Cole.
"Hey." A voice halts me. I automatically turn and scowl, "How long have you been staring at me?" He just shrugs. "I'm asking you." I walk to his bed as I cross my arms. His board reads:
Name: William James Miller
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Blood type: R
Origin: USA, Earth
Status: C
My brain can't process what I just read. Same origin, same blood type, and same status. What do these mean? All of these? My lips struggle to form a sentence. "You're from Earth too?"
"Yeah. What's with the accent Queen Victoria? You're from UK I see?" He tilts his head, failing to conceal his indifference.
Oh how I really want to punch him in the head. The urge to remain calm is slightly too hard. "We have the same status. And also blood type. What does it- I thought my blood type is O." I see he has the same white cambric clothed on him, and also the same shiny purple and white light under it.
"R stands for Recovering. As for the C, means captured." The dullness in his voice is more than evident.
"You, know all these stuffs?" I put his board back down.
"Sergeant William Miller. Got all those in the army." His eyes are still somewhere scanning the room.
Honestly, I was taken aback for a second. "Sergeant, what kind of army did you work for?" Hoping my curiosity will cover the hint of suspicion in my voice.
"Don't question me with that tone. I know who you are, Ms. Cole." The throbbing inside my head is getting louder every second. Calm down, you need to calm down, Mads.
"I'm afraid I know myself too, Sergeant. Miller." I raise my head a bit and cross my arms, just to show more confidence, and maybe stubbornness. Well, more like showing savvy.
He scoffs. He don't buy it, I can read him. "Madison Cooperfield, disguised as Madison Cole, the daughter of Connor Cooperfield, CEO and owner of the so-called the best weapon-selling company in the world, Cromwell, I guess?" He's facing me now with one of his brow raised. I exhale silently but visible enough for him to continue his whatsoever judgement, "I know all those cause I'm an agent, too." With that he open his Personal Things drawer and give me his identification card. I read it and recognise the company that assigned him as an agent.
"Destapha, huh? Don't you think I won't recognise it. I know. Just-"
"Just you didn't act anything toward it. They sent me to monitor your father's company cause it has been toeing out of line since when. And this attack plan," He pause, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Wait, you're here but you still got to keep your ID card. Both my wallet and phone, somewhere I don't know." I give him that questioning look.
"I wasn't agent for nothing, Ms. Cole." He smirks a bit while putting on his left shoe.
"Well, seeing you are ready to go, you might as well follow me then." I say, beckoning for him to follow. He just scoffs. I continue, "You're the only one who knows what my real identity is, Serge. I don't need you to spoil it to anyone." Carefully, I lower my voice and adding pauses behind every word, "I trust you."
"Trust no one." I heard the Sergeant in his almost inaudible voice. I eye him with my peripheral view, finding him smiling.
A/N: Hey guys, what's up? It's been ages since the last time I write in Wattpad, so guess who's back! So if you guys see my 'Joined' and it was (and still) written there: 2016, you can guess I've not been writing for 3 years now, I'm glad to be back, really. I do hope you guys enjoy Three Worlds cause I work hard on it and I personally love the idea and the storyline, so I hope you guys are willing to bear with my writing skills that have turned rusty (maybe, I hope not). But I promise the upcoming chapters and stories I'll write will be far better than the ones I wrote back then (and less cringey, I know).
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