I watch them take her from under heavy rocks. Few minutes ago she was beside me almost in my arms. My lips just centimeters from hers, the air so light as I wrapped her into me. Then she was across the room out of arms reach, and I was covered under a piece of broken wall. I watched her helplessly get crushed by the debris. The explosion a cause of that, but the people the problem of the matter.

They took her from the broken walls, and away from me. I watched a man carry her bridal style outside. My brain was foggy and my ears rang, but I knew.

The warmth went with her, the warmth that bonded between us both. I'm left in the cold yet again. I watch her golden brown hair vanish into the smoke caused by the explosion. The dark consumes me. My light has left, I succumb to the darkness. All alone.

Time ticked. I can't help but remind myself...

You stopped but that doesn't mean time has. It keeps going without you. So keep moving before it's too late.

I never thought Redwolf could do such a thing like that. Crystal told me what he did. Part of me didn't want to believe. Could he really touch her in that manner? The evidence was there: her clothes, bruises. But, was it really him. Crystal wouldn't tell lies, I grew hatred for him. I could do nothing, she told me not to. Why?

The days went by I watched Red keenly. I couldn't let anything happen to Crystal again, not when she was all I had. My mind slipped to Ava every now and then. She needed me, I couldn't bare to see her. I did, anyway, I caused it. Watching over her was my duty, still is.

I spent my days in the training unit, hitting whatever I could find. I was angry and need to release myself. I wasn't given any mission, my life just occurred on a schedule. I felt like I stopped, when time continued.

Eight months passed, since the crash. I was still broken but I could be used. I was called to James office by Cindy. I never spoke to the man from that day in the hospital room. I wished I didn't have to. I hated this agency, still do. The agency my father died in. I hated it. The agency that failed to protect their agents. The agency that threw away people when they became dormant, no matter how long the have served.

"You called," I said when I arrived at the large office doors. He smiled, it sent a signal, then welcomed me in. I took my seat not wanting to stay in here any longer than expected. Five minutes was enough. Five minutes was too much.

He skipped through the files on his desk. I waited, he skipped, waited, skipped. I grew tired, about two minutes had passed.

"Won't we discuss something?", I asked.

"Oh, yes. Sorry. It's about agent Avagay-"

"What about her?", I cut him off. Why go around the long road just tell me already. I knew she wasn't dead. I saw her before I came here, so just say what you have to. He cleared his throat, then continued.

"She won't be coming back. I mean if she doesn't wake up in about a month or so we will have to do away with her. Especially if someone else comes in and needs the machines she's using," he said intertwining his hand over the papers. My hand clenched along with my jaw.

He was going to do the same thing he did to my father. I knew they killed him,  I just needed proof. I hate this agency. I left the office without saying anything, my eyes said it all. Hatred.

In the evening Cindy came to my dorm with my new mission. Of course I had to keep moving with time, I couldn't go dormant or else I would end up like father.

James, he wanted me to question Mark. Mark wouldn't dare say anything, more than he wanted to speak to me, so James assigned me to interrogate him. Tomorrow. First the news now this, no time to get over anything. Then again time was moving.

Morning came sooner than expected, it always did. The April breeze brought my body to the cells. The building where so much harm was done, to the ones we captured. Sometimes I wonder, what if they were innocent?

I stepped into the old building, down the dark hall way, where light flickered every now and then. I stopped at the assigned cell Mark was in then entered. Robert watched over him. Must have switched over this morning. On the paper it said Crystal. Rob exited the cell when I entered, his shoulders brushing mine. I watched the door close, before turning to the blue eyed fellow that sat tied to a chair.

His clothes torn and bloody from the lashes he received. Hand prints tattooed his face, that was all covered in red spots and blood. The stench of blood is strong, the sight of him slipping away is real. He grips on to the chair's hand rest tightly, a small smile forming on his lips. Don't tell me I have to deal with a psychopath.

I stepped forward hands behind me.

"What the hell do you want," I questioned.

"Nice seeing you too, agent," he replied. I gave him the eye.

"I don't want to spend long here just spill the details. You want me you got me," I replied dragging a stole forward to sit on.

"I didn't expect you to welcome me, but I didn't know this is where you accommodate your guest. I would have told my dad to come himself." Mark dragged on, I looked at him waiting for the real information to spill. He got the jist and started talking.

"We need you Christopher. Ever since your father went missing my dad have been looking all over for him. He got some information years back where your father was and sent him letters, even called him. Your father never replied to one. That's the reason I'm here to get you back. Well, one of the reasons. My dad wanted me to prove I can actually be an agent. I'm starting to regret this"

"Come with a better excuse next time," I replied standing.

"I'll come back later. Make sure you have the real deal for me," I said heading though the doors.

"Wait no," he begged. I turned around looking at him. It's then I realized his tear stained cheek, more tears were at the brim.

"I'm telling the truth. Check your father's stuff he must have something. Malcom that's my dad's name, please," he plead before I shut the door. Robert waited outside with Crystal. I nodded my head to them before making my way for the doors.

I left but his words rang in my ears. When my father died I cleaned out his stuff, and I came across some papers could those have been letters. I didn't want to believe him, but I rather go with a stranger than this agency. It doesn't hurt to check, so I did. I found them, he wasn't wrong. I read the last letter sent: August 4, 2016.

PLEASE READ!!!

Chevone I know all about your misfortune, someone told me. There is no need to hide. We can help you, we trust you. Don't be stubborn and take our help, please. At least send Christopher, we will take care of him for you.

James isn't the man who you think he is, don't be fooled. Not because they said they would help you out of the charges mean they won't go against you. I know it all Chevone. I really don't believe you killed her . My sister would have never married a killer. Don't do it, come back home, or else you'll be hurt in the long run. Don't put Christopher in danger. Come home.

I've sent you plenty messages, tried calling you and I sent many letters. You never replied, or accepted my calls. I don't even know if you're still alive. I just got some insights. Please respond if it's even to say 'no.                                                                                 Malcom 

I held the paper against my chest, with  trembling hands. He did try to help. He warned my dad. Yet, I'm still in this dilemma. If father only took the help and put away all stubbornness, he would still be alive today. August 4, 2016. He died four days after. I jammed the paper in my coat pocket, repositioned the box and headed to the cell in a heartbeat.

I wouldn't miss this chance. To get a way, to make a new. Avagay would most likely remember nothing of her late years, that's what the doctors told me. Great, we could make a new start together. Away from this agency, and every thing concerning it. Crystal?

However, here I was locked up in Xmas cell. Dirt coating me from the explosion and tiredness confusing my mind. I feel like I'm in the past, however in Ava's shoes. She loves me and she has left me. I don't even know if she loves me. A sigh escapes my lips.

Ava? Where is she? I haven't seen her from the explosion. My heart sinks, what if she's dead? The iron door creaks open before any other thoughts can come to mind.

I focus on the familiar face that enters. His body way more build than when I last saw him. Sheepy, his wool like hair sits on top of his head.

"Welcome back traitor," he says as he takes his seat. My eyes catch a glimpse of the huge rings one each finger, except his pinky. I scowl, that won't be necessary. They always had something against my handsomeness.

The door opens and in comes Cindy, damn she's everywhere. The men carrying her, throw her down beside me. I think I heard a crack. Builder men excort themselves back outside. Danny sniffles a laugh; I turn my attention to him.

"You betrayed us, she betrayed you. Pretty little fella came cruel because you betrayed her. Next thing you know pretty ain't that pretty again," he chuckles. I'm confused. What I got from him is Cindy snitched on me, but the last time I checked she assigned us the mission. Something is fishy. I look over at Cindy, her eyes tell me she knows what's going on. I await the surprise.

Something is uttered over Danny's walkie talkie and he exits the door. I look over to Cindy for an explanation.

"I had to get you back into it," she utters. I crease my brows. Just get to the point, I don't like waiting.

"Back into?"

"Mission Exclusive 5.0. You were the only one to crack into here. We really need the file." Users. That's all this agency does, use people then dispose them.

"Why couldn't you use someone else, since you have a lead?"

"We need you."

"Then why Avagay?" If she needs me why is Avagay drawn back into this mess?

Cindy turns away from me, her broken nose even noticeable at this angle. I want to punch it again. I was just beginning to come out of this deep whole and she was cutting the string for me not only to fall back but harder. My eyes never left her until she gave me an answer.

"We need her too."

Do I really have to ask why you need her too. Damn you have to spell out everything to everyone. I turn my back to her clenching my jaw. The handcuff tightens around my wrist, as I crick my fingers. Next time I'll ensure that nose is disconnected, no wifi.

I rest my head on the hard wall the cold penetrates my body. I cross my legs at my ankle the chains scrapping against the concrete, as I draw my feet around my body. The sun sets and my eyes close welcoming me to the darkness.

Ava will be okay, I just know it.