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Akari MMS
01-30-2009, 10:42 PM
Hey there! ^^ I'm working on a random story. Uhm, i'm bad at summaries, but it involves agents and magic.

Uhm... ANyways, the first chapter does not read right to me, so any and all advice would be great! It's written in UK english, btw =3

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It’s a curious thing you know. The supernatural. As a child you believe it’s real, but when you grow up you’re almost forced to deny it. But I know it’s real. Or at least parts of it. Vampires are simply cannibals. Lycans are Otherkin, or large wolves warped by imagination... But what about magic? Is magic a reality, or simply smoke and mirrors?

Fact or Fiction?

The simple answer?

Yes.

---

Chapter One: From One Life...
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Gloomy would be the word for the day. The sky was grey. The buildings were grey. Even the people looked slightly grey, as though they lived in a black and white movie. It didn’t seem like it would be an interesting, or even slightly out of the ordinary, day.

It was just grey and plain.

Least, that was what the girl on the bus thought whilst listening to her music through headphones. She was watching everything pass by, it’s colour sucked away by the plain colour of the day.

Her name was Iona.

As she pushed her light brown hair away from her green eyes, she sighed. Iona looked concerned, and there was good reason for this. She was travelling into her college to collect her A level results, and she was worried. Despite being told she was clever, Iona felt that she had failed each and every one of her exams. For the first time in her life she wanted to be proven wrong.

The weather was grey, the typical British summer. The end of the typical British summer.

The bus stopped, breaking Iona’s trail of thoughts. Standing up, she brushed off her black and gold jacket and pushed her rimless glasses back up, before grabbing her shoulder bag and walking off the bus.

Not before she noticed him.

A man was watching her. Watching her so intently that it was almost as though he knew who she was...

Why? What was so amazing about Iona that this man’s deeply brown eyes seemed unable to look away from her? She suddenly felt vulnerable; had this man been watching her the whole time? She felt that she did not want to know the answer, and briskly walked off the bus.

She stopped and turned back as it drove off to see the man continue to watch her...until the bus disappeared from sight. Shaking her head, she walked the short distance to her college... though it felt like a mile.

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‘She’s arrived.’
‘Roger that. Stay in the nearby area and await further orders. Over.
‘Understood.’

The man on the bus ended the call and closed his phone, before checking no one could have overheard him. No chance; he was the only one left apart from the driver, and he was too far away to hear loud conversation, let alone a hushed few words.

He took the liberty to sigh. This felt wrong to him, but he had no choice. At least he wasn’t part of the main operation.

He understood why this had to happen though. He had sensed it in her, even though she had never used it before. She pulsated with M.E. They needed her, just like they needed him.

..but would she want to help?

...

He would do his part. Destiny would decide what would happen.

---

There was a nervous crowd waiting outside the Sports hall, anxious to know if they had done enough. They had to wait though; the doors were locked for now. Iona was near the back and by now had resigned herself to the fate that she would not have passed. So she had put her MP3 player back on and was leaning against the wall. She looked calm. Really, she wasn’t, but her face even started grinning slightly as her favourite song came on.

‘ Oi! Iona!’

Oh no. It’s him. Iona decided to pretend that she hadn’t heard, and turned the music up louder. The sound of synthesized tones began to leak into the air.

Didn’t work; the guy just walked up to her and yanked one of the earphones off, before repeating himself.

‘ OI! IONA!’

Ignoring the fact that her ears were now ringing from this man’s loud and annoying voice, she smiled politely.

‘ Yes?’
‘ Why are you grinning?’
‘ Why not?’
‘ Cocky bitch. You think you’ve aced them then? Bet you do. Arrogant little-‘
‘ Actually’ Iona interrupted, lowering her headphones and pausing the song, ‘ I’m already resigned to the fate that I’ve probably failed miserably. But hey, unless it means another year with you then I’m not-’
‘ Bull! I’m not going to fail-’
‘Samson Griffin! No barging into the queue. I saw you just arrive, get to the back’ a teacher interrupted, a stern look on his face.
‘ Pfft. Fine. Enjoy another year, Roberts’ Samson spat, glaring at Iona before storming off.
‘Thanks sir’ Iona murmured, knowing that the teacher had already walked off.

...Great, now she was worried again. If she had to spend another year in this place, truth be told she’d probably snap. It was so clinging, so airless, so... utterly boring. She wanted to get to college so she could finally achieve her dream of being a journalist... but she needed those grades...

‘ Alright everyone. We’ll let you in in groups of five. Look for your folder in the room; they’re in alphabetical order. And don’t try to play jokes by switching them around; every page inside is named and numbered so it will be a bit of a waste of time. First ten in please.’

Leaning back against the wall, Iona sighed once more. She was near the back, and would have to wait longer. Still... her year was only 30 or so strong, so it wouldn’t be too long.

Hopefully.

---
‘ Next group of five!’

It had been only ten minutes, but it had to be the longest ten minutes of her life... but now she’d know. Walking inside, she saw the people who had already found their results. Some looked delighted, others disappointed. She hoped she’d be in the former category as she searched for her folder.

After a minute, she found it. Deciding that she wanted to find out in reasonable privacy, she walked to the other side of the sports hall and sat down. She breathed in and out, before opening the most important folder of her life.

English: A
Critical Thinking: A
Politics: B
Media Studies: A

...she had done it?

She read through the folder again, making sure she hadn’t made a mistake. It didn’t change. She had passed. She was going to university.

A huge sense of relief rushed through her. She felt like she was going to laugh with joy. So much stress for so long and she had passed. The grin returned to her face, only this time it was much more sincere.

‘ Next five!’

As the next five people came into the hall, Iona watched as Samson nervously looked for his folder. When he found it, he immediately tore it open and hastily flicked through.

‘ D WAS MY BEST GRADE?!’

Iona wasn’t the type to laugh at people’s misfortunes, but Samson had been horrible to her from the first day she had arrived at this college. He had always claimed she was an idiot, but well... judging by his reaction, it seemed that the reverse was true.

Ironic, she thought, laughing slightly as she took a notebook out of her bag and wrote down the results. Finally justice had been served. Seemed fair to her that this should be the final outcome.

Standing up, she tucked the notebook away and walked back to the tables to hand the folder back in. Unfortunately, Samson noticed her smile and stormed up to her.

‘ Well?!’
‘ Three A’s and a B. Well, I had no idea I’d pass, but I’d say I’ve done alright’ she replied, her polite tone re-appearing. ‘How about yo-’
‘ It doesn’t matter for me, Roberts’ Samson interrupted, smirking. His voice had changed into something more...sinister.
‘I’ve got confirmation.’
‘ Wha?’
‘ Iona, you’re coming with me.’
‘ What there... hell no!’
‘ You don’t have a choice.’

Grabbing Iona by the neck, his smirk grew into a gruesome grin.

‘ What are you doing Samson!’ A teacher shouted. ‘Stop this immediately!’
‘ I don’t take orders from you, sir’ he replied, turning to face the teacher. Suddenly, the air around Samson seemed to shimmer as all of a sudden the temperature rose.

Flames burst from the shimmer as the teacher tried to get Iona away, engulfing him.

Everyone else in the room began to panic and run outside; those left to get their results had run in to see what had happened, but then followed.

‘ What the hell is going on?!’
‘ Samson is doing this!’
‘ Iona’s stuck in there!’
‘ Who cares, just run!’

‘ How the hell are you doing this?’ Iona asked, struggling to get out of his grip.
‘ You don’t know?’
‘ If I did I wouldn’t be bloody asking now would I?’
‘ Heh... well well well... you’re not quite as smart as those results show then.. I guessed so.’

Samson’s grip tightened as the flames grew in size and ferocity, yet oddly the floor wasn’t even singed. In fact, nothing was being burnt. The flames were just... there.

‘Well guess what? It’s not my job to tell you. I doubt you could even begin to understand, let alone even use it’ he sneered, throwing her over the flames. Iona was sent flying straight into the nearest wall before she crumpled onto the floor in agony. Her right arm had broken on impact.

‘ Jesus Christ!’
‘ Oh, hurt are we? Tch, weakling. Get up.’

Trying to get up caused more spasms of pain to run through her body, but eventually she managed. She thought she was scared about her A level results? This was true fear. Samson walked over to her slowly, the flames licking gently at the walls, the floor, at anything in the way.

His eyes had turned red.

‘ Why do they even want you anyway? If you had M.E you would have used it by now. You’re kinda useless.’
‘ ....’

Iona’s fists clenched, and her eyes flashed violet.

‘ Are you going to use it now?’
‘ I don’t know what you’re talking about!’
‘Ahahaha... oh really?’
‘ I’d say “ya rly” but you probably wouldn’t get the reference’ Iona replied, wincing in pain.
‘ Hmph.. so you are useless then. Tch, there’s no point in you living then. M.E.H.I must have made a mistake. Wouldn’t be the first time. Ah well, more fun for me then!’
Running towards her, Samson’s fire rushed forwards with increasing intensity. The sports hall was suddenly shimmering with heat haze as the whole area was warmed up to an almost unbearable temperature.

Iona just managed to run out of the way of Samson’s crashing fist, perspiration already appearing on her forehead. She had to run as fast as possible. Get away from this burning person. Immediately she dashed for the door.

‘ Don’t even try it!’

Samson was there before she had covered half the distance.

‘ Why do you want me dead?’ Iona yelled, panic and anger clear in her voice.
‘ Why do you want to know?’ Samson replied, smirking.
‘ I think a dead girl walking has that right to know why she has to die.’
‘ Hmm... and? An idiot like you won’t get it. Die as you lived; stupid and ignorant’ he laughed, grabbing her unbroken arm and throwing her again. Landing on the floor with a painful crash, her vision became blurred as her head began to spin.

She was completely broken.

‘ Heh... that was enjoyable’ Samson sniggered, the flames dying away as he walked forwards with a swagger. ‘ Not much of a challenge though...’
‘ Ngh...ack.....you...’

Samson laughed. ‘ I’m amazed you’re even alive. Tch, stubborn bitch. If I were you I’d just let go now. Give up, else I’m going to have to enjoy extending your pai-’

His mouth was locked shut.

‘ Heh..’

Iona’s limp body was surrounded by a lavender glow.

Forcing his mouth open, he growled. ‘ No...’
‘ Heh...heheh.... heh....’

I was told that she would either...

No...

If she’s just-

Iona stood up, her broken body hanging limp as the purple energy lifted her off the floor, before spreading in thin tendrils towards Samson. They looked as though they were made of smoke, but Samson knew they were anything but.

Especially if the person controlling them is the person you were trying to kill.

‘ I will not be killed by you!’
‘Iii caannot... Iiii shhouuuld not...’ Iona’s voice replied, the tone almost electric, snapping with static.
‘ No!’

Samson’s flames burst from the air once more as he charged at Iona with his fist clenched. Slamming towards her, he hit a solid wall.

Iona’s head snapped up, violet eyes staring right into his blue.

And that was the last thing he saw before his neck was broken by the energy.

His body was dropped on the ground as Iona watched, tears running down her face. But a look of.... satisfaction was also on that face, almost as though she was smirking.

Landing gently on the floor, the energy faded from Iona as her eyes turned back to their usual green. Without the strange energy, her body could not support itself, so she collapsed to the floor. Someone new burst into the sports hall, hands in his pockets as he walked towards her. When he reached her, he crouched down, very slowly, very deliberately, and looked at her.

‘ Oh sweet Jesus.... what happened here?’

The last thing she saw...

Was the man with the brown eyes.

Akari MMS
01-30-2009, 10:43 PM
-continued in second post due to word limit-

Chapter Two:... To a whole new World

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‘ She’s stable. In a bad way though.’
‘ Who did this to her?’
‘ Samson Griffin. That rogue agent.’
‘ What?!’
‘ He must’ve been the one who looked at her files a week ago.’
‘ But why?’

The room was white. White walls, white tiled floor, even the machines in the room were painted white. The people in the room, those who looked like doctors, were working hard on the broken Iona, stitching up the gashes, cleaning the wounds and binding the broken arms. A weird energy pulsated in the white room, causing the injuries to heal in front of the doctor’s eyes; really they were only there to speed up the healing process.

‘ Her arm isn’t healing.’
‘ M.E isn’t affecting it enough.’
‘ Well, we can’t risk putting it up to a higher level, considering this is her first exposure to it. We’ll keep her on a course of painkillers and anti-bodies until it’s fixed.’
‘ Understood.’

The doctors bound her arm in a cast, before washing their hands.

‘ Why do you think Samson wanted to kill her?’
‘ Probably wanted to use her actually. I’d guess she didn’t want to go with him... or didn’t know why.’
‘ What about...’

One of the doctors opened Iona’s eyes with his fingers. The slight tinge of violet was still there.

‘ Looks to me like she just unleashed it for the first time.’
‘ So.... she killed him?’

‘ That’s enough. It’s not your job to talk about that’ A new voice stated, the door opening.

‘ This is an operating theatre! You can’t just barge in here, Dyan!’
‘ Can. Will. Did. And it looks to me like you’ve done all you can. Also, gossiping is not part of the procedure, neither is it a medical matter. Is she okay?’
‘ Ugh, you sure are annoying sometimes, Chapel... she’s not one hundred percent; some of her wounds will need to heal naturally. We would boost the M.E levels in here, but we wouldn’t want to risk it, it could cause complications.’
‘ Alright... if you’re done, put these clothes on her and proceed to move her to her holding room. Oh, and Johnson...’ he ordered, dropping a pile of clothes on the floor before his eyes flashed blue. ‘ Don’t even think about it.’
‘ Bah... can’t a man just imagine? I wasn’t gonna, I’m not some sicko.’
‘ Don’t even think about it, Johnson.’
‘ Tch... bloody Psychics...’

Dyan walked out, crossing his arms. One of these days that Johnson was going to do something stupid, and then they could finally be rid of him. Perverted bastard.

Sighing, he leant against the wall and looked through the window to the operating theatre. Poor girl. She hadn’t really deserved the treatment Samson had given her, but at the same time she had been extremely lucky.

If she hadn’t awoken when she did...

Shaking his head, he closed his eyes. He didn’t like this. Not one bit. Why would Samson want to take her? Was it the same reason he went rogue? He was glad that she must have been stubborn; otherwise who knows where she would be?

...But why had Samson gone rogue in the first place? He had been sent to look out for those with M.E potential, and instead had almost killed the one person who did.

The fact that Iona killed him wasn’t good either.

He knew what would happen to her; he went through something similar last year, when he joined this organization. He hadn’t killed someone though, and that meant that they would have power over her.

Poor girl. Her life had been turned on it’s head.

---

‘Nnngh...’

Iona groaned. Her whole body ached, and her arm felt heavy. She didn’t want to wake up; not yet. School could wait-

Wait, no. She didn’t have to go to school. She had her results. She could lie there as long as she....

...

And then it all came flooding back.

Well... some of it anyway. There was a huge blank right before she saw that man again. Then she guessed she fainted, but why the blank? She usually had a good memory, so why would it fail on her then?

Maybe she got hit on the head and blacked out for a little bit before fainting again? Maybe. That would make sense.

....but where was she now?

Her eyes opened, and the first thing she realised was that the room was very... grey. One bright light shone from the ceiling, a little too bright for her liking. Slowly sitting up, she saw that she was fully dressed, but not in the clothes she had been wearing. Something else that was new was the cast; she guessed she had been to a hospital...

...but then where was she now? This wasn’t a hospital; she had been in those quite a lot. Maybe she had been arrested, but they don’t seem like the type to change your clothes.

...ew. She had probably been naked in front of complete strangers. Oh God, where was she? She had to find out. Slowly standing up, she felt her body almost collapse. She had to grab the bed to stop falling over, and adjusted.

Fire. Samson had used fire to attack her. But how?

There were too many questions in Iona’s head. Deciding that standing up wasn’t her priority, she sat back down on the bed and continued looking around. It was a small room, with the bed and a small wooden table. The door looked incredibly strong; it seemed to be made of metal. The walls were metal.

She came over claustrophobic, and panicked. Small, strong, metal box. She was trapped inside a metal box, and she didn’t like it.

‘ Is anyone out there! Please tell me where I am! I don’t like this room! Please let me out!’

She continued yelling until her throat became sore. That was when she noticed the camera. She was being watched. No doubt it would probably have a microphone too. So people knew she was panicking, and weren’t doing anything about it. God... she felt like a caged animal.

Sighing, she leant against the wall that the bed was pressed against, and continued looking around. There was also a bag in this room; stored under the table. She recognized it; it was her shoulder bag. Leaning forwards, she grabbed it with her good arm and pulled it towards her.

It was a lot heavier than she remembered it being, but when she opened it she realised why. It had her clothes in it, as well as her jacket. Her favourite jacket, the black one with gold bars and cuffs. As much as she was glad for the change of clothing, it meant that someone had gone into her house to get these. She didn’t like that thought, being the kind of person who kept herself to herself, it concerned her... but she guessed she’d have to wait and see what would happen.

She laid out the clothing on the table and checked the rest of the contents. Her notebook, pens, pencils, wallet and money were all still there, and her MP3 player and headphones had also been stored in the blue bag.

There was one new addition though; an envelope.

More specifically, an envelope addressed to her. Iona opened it, and read the letter inside. Or rather, the note;

Don’t let go of who you are. What will be will be, but stay free in your mind

....What? That was confusing. And worrying. What was going on in this place?

...She guessed that she’d have to wait and see.

---

‘ She’s awake.’
‘ Sir, permission to express opinion?’
‘Granted, M.A.E.O Chapel.’
‘ Sir, I feel that she should be allowed to choose to join or not. Just because she killed someone-’
‘ Chapel, did you choose to have M.E potential?’
‘ No sir.’
‘ Then you couldn’t have a choice. Those born with M.E potential have no choice but to join. It’s not a policy, it’s a fact. You know what happens if someone doesn’t learn how to control their ability. Do you want that to happen to her?’
‘...no sir...’
‘ Then she has no choice. If she tries to refuse, we’ll have to play that card. Now excuse me, M.A.E.O Chapel.. I have a meeting to get to.’
‘ Yes Field Marshal...’

The old man left, lighting a cigar and dragging on it deeply. ‘ Oh, and Chapel? Don’t get emotionally attached’

Dyan grumbled as the Field Marshal left. Not exactly a nice man he thought. Still, it was the same man who had fast-tracked him to M.A.E.O rank.

Emotionally attached? No, he just felt sorry for the girl. But he knew that really the Field Marshal was right; unless she joined then she couldn’t know how to control the M.E. If she didn’t control it, she’d be killed by a surge of it’s power.

He watched the screen again, and saw Iona staring back. She had opened the letter he had put in her bag, and now looked at the camera again, a confused look on her face. Well, she’d understand soon enough.

Dyan had watched her as she went through many emotions in that short period of time. She had obviously realized that she had been operated on, and the look of disgust must’ve been the realization of her needed nudity at the time.

... God that Johnson was a real pervert. She didn’t really need to be fully naked; they could have covered...

...He’d make a note of them and make sure it didn’t happen again.

So, he Field Marshall’s meeting. Wondering what that could be, the door to the surveillance room opened.

‘ Oi, Dyan!’ the newcomer said, grinning widely.
‘ Yeah, Jamie?’
‘ You’ve been paired up with the new girl!’
‘ ...I already knew that, Jamie.’
‘ Oh... well, congrats anyway, man! So, what she look like? Oooh, is that here on there?’
‘ Yeah. She seems a bit confused though.’
‘ Hehehehehe... you gonna capitalize on that, man?’
‘ Unlike you, I think with my mind, not with what’s in my pants.’
‘ Man...’ Jamie sighed, sitting down on a spare chair, ‘ you know I’m kidding, Dyan. Wonder what she’s gonna be?’
‘ She’ll be an M.E.O.’
‘ How do ya know that?’
‘ Because when she unleashed M.E for the first time she used it to fight.’
‘ Aww man, I didn’t know that. I thought she’d be your data manager. She don’t look much like a fighter. Mind you, neither do you’ he added, grinning even wider.
‘ Oh, well thanks a lot there, Jamie, I could say the same for you.’
‘ Oi!’

Dyan laughed. Jamie and him always goofed around whenever they could. He was one of the few people that weren’t so wrapped in their ego around M.E.H.I.

He wondered if Iona would be the same? She didn’t strike him as a very confident person, so probably not.

She’d be the youngest in M.E.H.I though, he thought. But she’s a lot stronger than people twice her age. He could sense it.

‘ Hey, man, why so serious?’
‘ You are completely obsessed with that film, you know that?’
‘Hahahaha! Guilty, but for a good reason!’

---

Iona had decided to stand up again, and this time hadn’t fallen over. She’d even managed to walk around the small room. Now she was bored, and passing the time by pacing. Not that that was amazingly interesting in here...

She kept looking back at the camera. She hated the feeling of being watched. It made her skin crawl. Her preference was to not be noticed, but here she felt like the centre of attention, like an animal being forced to perform, except she didn’t know what to do. She had tried the door; no luck, it was locked shut.

She wanted out of this room. Now.

Sitting down again, she cleared her clothes off the desk and threw them back in her bag... except for her jacket. She had put that on a while ago, when the room had suddenly gotten a lot colder. She closed her eyes and lay down. Seemed napping would be the only way to pass the time.

That was when the door opened.

Bolting upright in shock, Iona looked at the man who had entered. An old man in a black suit, with half-moon glasses covering his eyes and a cigar in his mouth. Bleck, the smell of that cigar was terrible, and the smoke was filling the room. Still, the door was open...

And there was a guard behind the old man. Crap. No way out then.

Akari MMS
01-30-2009, 10:43 PM
-continued in third post due to word limit-

‘ Iona Roberts, it’s a pleasure to meet you’ the old man smiled, the action looking unnatural on him. He held out his hand. Standing up, Iona felt uncomfortable but shook it anyway.
‘ Uh... likewise... Mister?’
‘ Orchard-Smith. John Orchard-Smith. Field Marshall of M.E.H.I. I doubt you know what M.E.H.I is though.’
‘ Uhm... Pleased to meet you, Mr. Orchard-Smith, but no. I don’t have a clue I’m afraid’ was her reply.
‘ Understandable. Actually, I would be worried if you did know. M.E.H.I is a secret Organization.’
‘ Government secret? Wouldn’t be the first one they have.’
‘ Actually, we’re not government owned. We get funding, but they know that if they tried to restrict us, then there would be international disasters.’
‘ Not just Britain then?’
‘ Worldwide. Each branch of M.E.H.I is separate, and at the same time part of one unit.
‘ ...’

Iona had the feeling she had strayed onto something she wasn’t meant to know. She wasn’t special, so why would they want her?

Maybe they were going to erase her memories?

...but then why would their Field Marshal be telling her this?

She decided to see how much she could find out.

‘ Uhm... can I ask what M.E.H.I stands for?’
‘Aah, yes. The Magical Energy Handler Institution. M.E.H.I.’
‘ Wait, hang on... Magical energy?’
‘ Indeed. Nowadays most people say magic doesn’t exist, but it does. Not in a wizard-like way though, no silly incantations. It’s a force that’s built into the genetics of a few choice people, and controlled by willpower of the mind. The powers usually come with maturity.’
‘...that explains Samson’s fire... sorta... in a way....’
‘ Indeed, well some aspects of Magic we’re still trying to find out about, so unfortunately we don’t know how those able to use fire manage to do so. We do know that extorting a psychic energy onto the water vapour in the air allows some of our M.E.Os, that is Magical Energy Operatives, to make water appear from thin air, so to speak, so we would assume that psychic is the basis of all the abilities. But you, you’re slightly different.’
‘ Huh?’
‘ When Samson confronted you, your M.E, that is, Magical Energy, was unleashed. But yours is pure Psychic. Quite unusual. Very unusual, in fact. There is only one other pure Psychic member in this M.E.H.I base, and only six worldwide.’
‘...wait a minute here, Mr.. uhm... Orchard-Smith. If I had used-’
‘ Do you not have a blank in your memory, Miss Roberts?’

Iona opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again. She did... One second she thought she was doomed, the next she saw Samson on the floor..

Dead still.

‘ It is regrettable that you killed Samson whilst your M.E was first unleashed. However, it is completely understandable under the circumstances. Your M.E took control of your body and defended you. It is usual for M.E users to not remember their first use of M.E, though why this is we are not sure. In the process his neck was snapped, but it is a favour to society that it happened’ Orchard-Smith continued, taking off his glasses and polishing them with a handkerchief.
‘...i’m a murderer...’
‘ Technically it was self-defense, Miss Roberts. However, even so you could face trial.’
‘ But if what you said is true-’
‘ The court of law does not take M.E as a valid defense. However, I can get you out of a court case, Miss Roberts.’
‘... Let me guess... I join M.E.H.I, you twist the arm of the law and the case is dropped?’
‘ I am glad to see you have a mind, Miss Roberts. Many of your age seem to not think so logically... but yes. I will stop the case before it even begins to be planned. In return, you join M.E.H.I and become an operative. An agent, if you prefer that term.’
‘ ...Fine. But what about my college application?’
‘ Whilst in M.E.H.I all members doing a course or applying for further education have their courses put on hold. Once you leave we can help you learn all you need almost instantly, and fast track you through the system. It is a little way of saying thank you for the hard work.’
‘.... I see. Well... fair enough. I guess I’ll join..’ Iona grumbled. She felt a little pressed here; knowing she would face criminal charges if she said no, she was essentially being blackmailed into working. Still, the case would be stopped, and she supposed that was good.

She had one last question though.

‘ But who is that man with the brown eyes?’
‘ Hm?’
‘ On the bus that day... and just before I fainted. There was a man with brown eyes.’
‘I’m afraid that’s a little vague, Miss Roberts. But I know who you mean. M.A.E.O Dyan Chapel. He’s almost exactly a year older than you, but a brilliant Operative. He’s also our other Pure Psychic, now that you’re a member of M.E.H.I’ was the reply. ‘He was in the team with Samson to find possible future members, but Samson... went rogue a week before your incident.’
‘ Rogue?’
‘ Yes, a most undesirable situation it was too. I suppose we could say that what happened was your first mission, so you start with a one hundred percent success rate. Yes, I do believe that would be a good way to start your record here.’

Iona hadn’t really been listening to the last part. She felt somewhat crushed. Did they know this was going to happen then? Why didn’t they try to stop him sooner?

Well.. at least she knew the name of that man. Dyan Chapel. Sounded a lot like a girl’s name to her, not that that really mattered.

‘ Well then... sir. When do I start?’

The Field Marshal smiled that unnatural smile once more. ‘ Straight away, M.E.I.T Roberts.’

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