Ugh. The ground shook again. Uuuuugh! My side hurt like a mother fucker and I didn't have enough strength to move. My vision was awfully hazy, I could barely make out the shape of my arm as it cradled my body. I tried to remember what was going on but I couldn't. I felt like my memory from when I awoke this morning was swiped clean. Is it still today? How long was I out?

Another sound registered to me, well two, a humming noise and someone tapping on a keyboard or a phone. Where could I be? Maybe I was at home and Grandma had the fan on while she tried to finish that novel she's been working on. No. The fan isn't that loud. Maybe...maybe I fell asleep in the school library; the AC in there is deafening. The Library! I remember... planning on going there for my free period...and then Jacob came from behind me and pulled me with him. Where'd we go? Jacob! Oh where is he? We were hanging out...God this memory loss thing sucks.

"You waking up?"

A weak scream came from my lips. My judgment was still blurry, though it was getting better. I picked out blonde hair, just like Peyton's. But that couldn't be her since she doesn't have a man voice. Oh. Peyton! Even in my head I said her name with disgust. She tried to kill me!

"Who are you?" I slurred, trying to prop myself up. At tha same time the ground shook slightly knocking back on my stomach.

Two hands gently pulled me up into a sitting position. And as much as I wanted to struggle and kick this person, I was too weak to do so.

"There. Now, what did you say?" his tone was condescending, I could tell he was getting a kick out of my feeble state.

"Who. Are You." I was shocked when it came out perfectly articulated. Guess whatever happened to me is going away.

"I'm...Hmm. I'm not sure I can tell you my real name. But I can tell you I won't hurt you."

I scoffed. My eyes started clearing up, thankfully. The person in front of me was a boy. He looked maybe 18 or 19, with blonde hair that covered his eyes. Under different circumstances, I would probably drool over his attractiveness. The ground shook again.

"God where are we, California?" I looked around and noticed we were in a small room. It had nice, plushy seats lining two opposite walls, only stopping to make room for a door. The other two walls had small square windows periodically placed all along them.

"No, we're somewhere over the Atlantic right now."

My saliva got caught in my throat and I, very unattractively, coughed until it moved, "As in the ocean?"

"Do you know of any other Atlantic?" he sighed.

"No. But...why are we leaving! Where are you taking me? You've kidnapped me!" Wow. Took me long enough! "Take me back now!"

"Sorry darling but I can't. You see I've been told that I need to secure, and bring you back to headquarters. Alive. If I took you back that girl would kill you. Would you like to die? I hear it's not pleasant."

"Stop talking to me like that! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

Oh my god. Oh my fucking goodness! That...that damn smirk that Jacob always wore flittered across this strangers face! This reminds me, "Where is Jacob? Did you just leave him there with Peyton? She'll kill him! You can't leave him we have to go back!" My voice wavered between high and higher again as I franticly ran around the room looking out all the windows. All I saw in each window was a greenish-blue ocean. Just like Jacob's eyes. *Sigh* I guess I do like him.

My eyes finally landed back on the strangers face, he still wore that damn smirk but he didn't have the same "I'm hiding something from you" look Jacob always had. It was more of a "You look retarded and I'm just going to sit back and watch" smirk.

"Don't worry; I'm 100% positive Jacob is safe. No harm will come to him, hopefully."

"You don't know that! You've just left him there with..... how do I know you aren't conspiring with Peyton," fear leaked into my voice as I backed away from him.

He pulled out a cell phone, quickly read a message and smiled. "Alright, I just got clearance from headquarters. Your about to hear some classified information alright? Like top secret. I'm pretty sure President Obama doesn't even know what I'm going to tell you."

As much as I was afraid of this boy, the idea of knowing something so classified made my heart race with anticipation instead of fear. I nodded showing I'd keep the secret.

"Alright. Tell anyone this and I'll personally kill you." My eyes widened, wow, this is big. "So...the secret is... my name is Dravon Stewart."

I blew out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding in. "That's it? You're telling me your name? Geez great secret."

He laughed an airy laugh that didn't reach his eyes. He almost looked angry with me for my sarcastic comment. Well what did he expect? Like I really care about his name? I just want him to take me back to Jacob.

"There is also a very important secret about me that you'll soon find out."

"What is it, your age?"

He didn't even bother to hide his anger, "No! And if you keep the smart ass comments up I'm going to kick your ass so hard the next time you take a shit will be when your great grandchildren go into college."

"That can't be very healthy," opps. "That slipped I swear." His eyes narrowed into slits and he advanced towards me. I had nowhere to go as he backed me into a corner. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry! Please don't shoot me!" I begged as he grabbed my arm and placed the side of the gun next to my stomach, right where it hurt.

"You already got shot once," he placed a little pressure on my sore and an excruciating jolt of pain shot through me. "Don't tempt me. I know the areas to shoot so that you won't die, just bleed in agony. Consider yourself lucky that girl shot you in a fatty part of your body." With one last push against my stomach he walked back to his seat. I knew this wasn't the time to yell at him for calling me fat.

I doubled over clutching my body. It really hurt! How could this guy be so inconsiderate?

He's a kidnapper, what did you expect? True.

"Now, get in your seat and buckle up. I'm about to give you a lot of information."

I followed his order out of fear. Something tells me my life is never going to be the same, as cliché as it sounds.

"Let's be frank, I'm a spy. I've been sent to capture, or kidnap if you prefer, and bring you to headquarters. What is headquarters you ask? Headquarters is exactly that. Where our home base is, where we go to report, reform, and rehabilitate. Ha-ha alliteration." I fought very, very, very hard against the urge to roll my eyes. "Anyway, I'm kidnapping you specifically because your parents have been split up and their mission has been compromised, we don't know where either party is. We suspect the, er, bad guys, have captured your mother and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. My parents are dead. They died a long time ago. And they most certainly weren't spies!" I was hyperventilating by this point.

"No they aren't dead." That damn smirk crept across his face, reminding me of Jacob.

"Yes they are! I've been to their graves!" I couldn't believe he was going to tease me like this. Sure I never knew them, but this is just cruel!

"Trust me they aren't, now shut up. The bad guys have your mother, who is alive, hopefully, and as we anticipated they came after you to use as leverage to lure your father in."

"What? I'm sorry but this is a shit load of information to take in, can you slow it down. Why would I be leverage?"

He sighed, "Because, as much as your dad loves your mother, he knows she can take care of herself. If they got a hold of you, he'd be trying to save you in a heartbeat. They may have left you in the care of an ex-spy but they do love you and miss you."

"Ex-spy? What are you talking about?"

"That lady you lived with is a retired spy. She has no blood relation to you whatsoever."

Tears filled my eyes for the first time. Grandma Alice, wasn't my grandma? My parents didn't die? They're spies?

"Hmmm, maybe I'm telling you too much at once. I'll go talk to the pilot real quick." He watched a tear fall from my eye and slowly got up.

"No! Please, I want to know more."

He gave me a curious look, but sat back down. "Uhh, I...what do you want to know?"

"Why did my parents leave me?"

"They were given a pretty dangerous assignment after your first birthday. We don't usually ask for assignments, and you can't turn them down once the council gives them to you. They never really told anyone about you, so they asked Alice to look after you until they finished their mission. But things were going a little sour, so they went back to their hometown and well you know."

"Pretended to be addicts and fake their death." I said. "But why? Surely they could have just told everyone they were moving. They could have kept in touch with me."

"The council knew you'd be safer if you had no contact with them."

I realized all the opportunities I missed out on all because of this "council". Sure I thought of the opportunities before, but now I knew they weren't inevitable. I could have spent my thirteenth birthday getting the birds and bees talk from my dad. My mother could have gushed with me over my first crush. All of these memories were deprived from me.

"Safer?" I scoffed, "Yeah I'm really safe now. Thanks council!"

"Quit complaining. Shut up."

"Shut don't go up." I muttered.

"Prices do, yeah, yeah, real original."

We sat in silence for awhile; it was really awkward on my end. However, this dude seemed pretty at ease.

"What's your name again?" I asked after a pretty intense section of turbulence. I still got scared every time it happened, but the amusement it caused that boy was worse than my fear. So I tried to hide it.

"Someone isn't going to be a good spy. Your memory sucks."

"I'm not going to be a spy!"

"Keep telling yourself that. My name is Dravon. Dray-Von." He enunciated as if I was an idiot.

"That's an unusual name."

"Like Treakle isn't?" he scoffed, "It became a tradition for spies to name their offspring with codes. They give them unusual names that are turned into codes. The codes are rarely used, except for passwords and shit."

"What's my code?"

"Like I'm supposed to know?"

"What's yours?"

"I'm not telling you!" The way he said that reminded me of when I asked my grandma what sex was. Her voice got high and she fidgeted and stuttered until I told her I didn't want to know anymore.

"Will I ever get to see my grandma again?"

"She isn't your grandma," that damn smirk crossed his lips again. It instantly side-tracked me.

"Your smirk reminds me of Jacob. He used to smirk like that all the time, it would piss me off." Don't ask why I was telling him this. My theory is that I am in shock.

"Well it should remind you of him."

"Er...what? Why?"

"Because I'm Jacob."

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