Tag: Adventure

The Girl in the Pale Blue Bubble Part 2

Her large brown eyes slowly fluttered open.  She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out.  She slowly got up, before collapsing once more unto the floor. Then, the girl tried to speak once more.

“He… Hello?” The girl had a bit of a foreign accent, perhaps Suican or Xerian.  

“Hello.  How may I be of assistance, Summer?” a friendly female voice asked.

“I… I’m not Summer,” the girl stuttered, looking around for the source of the voice.  Perhaps, the voice came from the speakers on the ceiling.

“Who are you?” The female voice now seemed unwelcoming.  The girl frowned.

“I don’t really know,” she said, attempting to get up once more.  She looked around the room, before recognizing something familiar to her.  It was a bookshelf. She walked over to the bookshelf, taking a small leather book out.  It seemed like a diary of sorts. The girl examined the cover, running her fingers over the embroidered letters.  

“Property of Summer Koo.”  She paused for a moment. The last name, Koo, seemed a bit familiar.  Why did it seem so familiar?

“Summer was a thoughtful young woman,” the female voice said, with a sigh.  The girl blinked, surprised at the voice’s response.

“But isn’t summer, a season… Of Earth culture?” she questioned.

“Summer can be many things.  Summer can be a season, a name, a place…” The female voice drifted off, listing what summer could be.  The girl sighed and flipped through the pages, stopping at one page.

“Father says that we must leave this place.  He claims that Neptune is cursed. But I refuse to leave.  Leading Spy Academy is our legacy, surely we cannot abandon it!” Britta read out loud.  Spy Academy seemed so familiar. The girl thought hard for a moment, and her memories flooded back, one by one.

She had been attending Spy Academy, along with her best friend, Serenity Woodbrookes.  They had known each other for many years, since the age of two, equivalent to the human age of five or six.  They were on this special team together, along with three other boys.

A few months after attending the school, they were assigned to complete a special task: to find the traitor among the ranks of the Xerians, a species of nearly immortal beings.  During the mission, the traitor had captured the girl, along with another boy. The assistant of the traitor, had tried to attract her attention, with much desperation. The girl remembered one thing he had said to her.

“Do you want a snack, Britta?” The assistant was the same species as her best friend, being a Xerian.  Then, the girl realized something. Britta was her name.

“My name is Britta!” she declared, to the female voice.

“Britta… Britta Cadwell?”  the voice questioned. It seemed a tad surprised.

“Yes,” Britta said firmly.  She felt more secure, now that she knew her name.  

“Stranger detected, posing as deceased student of Spy Academy.  Enemy detected. Initiating lockdown protocol.” The voice now seemed robotic, quite artificial.  Britta looked around, alarmed. The door that was once open, suddenly slammed shut. She was confused, wondering why the voice thought she was an enemy.

Will this Britta Cadwell be killed by the security? Or will she be saved? Will the survivor be put to death? Find out in the next and final part.

The Assassin’s Children Part 3

Gish looked inside and saw a silhouette of a person.

“Dad!” The boy exclaimed, rushing towards his father, completely forgetting about Connor. He hugged his father so tightly.

“What happened to Connor?” Kent rushed out from a corner and went to his son’s body. Connor’s chest was still slightly rising up and down.

“He got shot in the chest,” Sarah explained, pulling away from her father’s grasp. Kent seemed very worried.

“Kate’s gonna kill me… I never should’ve sent Connor by himself,” The children’s uncle said, examining the wound. Ruco let go of his son.

“Is it bad?” Gish’s father asked. Kent nodded.

“We need to take him to the hideout,” Ruco said, beginning to walk out of the shed. Gish and Sarah followed him.

“I’m not sure how long he’ll last like this.” Kent looked extremely worried about his son. “He’s always had a frail body.”

“Well, the hideout is the safest place to go. You know that Kent.” Ruco speeded up his pace, careful to not crunch any of the leaves under his feet. Kent suddenly stopped. His companions looked at him quizzically.

“What’s wrong?” Gish asked. Kent raised his fingers to his lips.

“Shhh…” There was a clinking of metal. Ruco pushed his two children down onto the dirt ground.

“Oomph!” Gish felt his father’s glare. After a while, Kent gestured for the children to get up.

“What was wrong?” Sarah questioned, as they continued to hike on to their destination.

“Well, we suspected that the enemy was searching for our bodies.” Ruco grimaced.

Three hours later, the group finally reached a white van.

“It looks like those white vans from the movies,” Gish whispered to Sarah.

“Shut up,” his sister responded. Kent looked inside. No one seemed to be inside. Then, Ruco knocked a mysterious combos of rhythms and the back door opened. Kent sprinted inside with Connor in his arms, with Sarah right after him. Ruco pushed Gish in and jumped into the driver’s seat. Turns out, there were people inside.

“Connor!” It was Kate. She quickly placed him onto a cot. She was very worried and her mascara was slightly runny. Kent took a medical kit out and began helping Kate with some stuff. No one seemed to notice the twins.

The small room at the back of the white van was illuminated by blue lights. There was a cot, which was nearest to the back of the car. On the walls, there were cabinets full of weapons, bullets, bullet proof vests, dried and canned food, lighters, medical equipment and batteries. Gish watched a large screen, which was showing live footage of an empty truck. Then, the van accelerated, throwing him onto the ground.

“What the…” Gish began, but he was pulled up front, to the 8 seats in the van.

“Dad! He was just in the back,” Sarah said, pushing her older brother into a seat. Gish immediately put on a seatbelt. His sister rolled her eyes.

“Seriously? We’re only going seventy miles per hour,” she said, looking at the dashboard.

“It’s a good idea to put on your seatbelt Sarah.” It was their grandmother, the former successful business tycoon. The girl rolled her eyes before putting on her seatbelt. A few seconds later, there was a hard brake.

“See?” Gish said to Sarah. She scowled and glared at him. The boy shrunk back into his seat.

A few minutes later, they were in a bustling town.

“Put these on,” Ruco said, giving the children caps and sunglasses.

“It’s just like the movies!” Gish exclaimed, putting on his sunglasses and looking at his handsome reflection. He put his cap on backwards. Ruco took it off Gish’s head and put it back on forwards.

“We can’t attract too much attention,” his father said.

“Speaking of attention, where’s Mom?” Sarah asked, putting her pistol into the waistband of her jeans.

“She’s waiting for us in the extraction point,” their grandmother responded, slowly getting out of the car. The two children got out, leaving Connor, Kate and Kent into the car. Ruco locked them inside and they walked right into a large fair.

“Fresh pastries right here!” a vendor yelled. Another vendor was advertising her teddy bears. Ruco pretended to examine a book, while Sarah looked at umbrellas. Gish’s grandmother was nowhere to be seen and Gish was stuck in the large crowd. Many tourists and villagers jostled him around. He finally found his way to a random stall, which sold playing cards. He examined some Batman patterned cards. A few minutes later, he noticed that Ruco had disappeared into the crowd once again. Gish pulled himself back into the crowd and was jostled around once again, before he heard a yell.

“Hey! You! Get back here!” A man dressed in black was chasing after Ruco, who was running away. Gish pushed his way through the crowd and pursued the two from a distance, followed by Sarah. Sarah eventually caught up to him and ran past him, intent on keeping Ruco in sight. Soon, they were in an empty grass clearing when the man in black pulled out a gun and began firing rapidly. Ruco fell onto the ground and rolled to the side, before taking out a gun. He began firing at the man, who collapsed onto the ground.

“Hurry,” Ruco said, running over to the children. They nodded.

“Follow the trees with the yellow markings if you don’t see me. Got it?” Ruco asked. Gish and Sarah nodded.

Eventually, they reached the area where Coco was supposedly waiting. There was nothing in sight.

“Do you think they took off without us?” Gish asked.

“Of course not!” Sarah bickered. Ruco looked at the children.

“Stop arguing… Please. Right now, we are in a very tense situation,” he warned. The twins nodded. Then, there was a loud sound of a car. Then, people in kabuki masks jumped out of the car and began firing into the grassy plateau.

The Assassin’s Children Part 2

Gish and Sarah were led into a room with training pistols.

“Are they real?” Gish asked, picking one up. Coco shook her head.

“Of course not! Who would trust you with a gun? Imagine all the people who would die because of you,” Sarah said. Gish rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure Dad and Mom would… Right?” he asked. Coco and Ruco looked at each other.

“Um… Yeah,” The two said apprehensively. Sarah gave Gish a look that told him that there was no way that his own parents trusted him with a gun. Whether if she was right, was another issue.

“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!” A loud alarm rung through the four people’s ears. Gish jumped.

“What’s going on?” he yelled over the beeping.

“We’re probably being ambushed…” Ruco yelled, passing out the training guns to the kids.

“You’re trusting him with it?” Sarah yelled.

“There’s no time to bicker… Run down the hallway on the left! We’ll hold them off for now and join you two later!” Coco yelled. Gish and Sarah bolted off. Ruco looked at Coco.

“Let’s hope Operation Gerald doesn’t get to them first,” he shouted to Coco.

“I hope not. By the way, can I grab the pizza on our way out? That might be useful…”

Gish sprinted down the hallway, his heart beating in his ear. They pounded in his ears. Sarah was way ahead of him, thanks to her athletic nature. He heard gunshots in the distance and hoped that his mother and father were alright. Then, a figure in black appeared around the corner and shot.

“Duck!” Gish shrieked, grabbing Sarah’s sweatshirt and pulling her down. The bullet whizzed above their heads.

“Thanks,” Sarah whispered, firing her gun at the figure. The person fell down.

“Let’s go!” Gish said, getting up. Sarah followed and raced ahead, their footsteps loud on the white tiled floor. As Gish ran past the bloody corpse, he felt some regret. The man’s eyes were still open from shock. The boy took the black pistol from the corpse’s hand and didn’t look back, before sprinting to catch up with Sarah.

Gish and Sarah were in a clearing, with their house behind them and the forest surrounding them. Gish panted.

“Cannot… Keep up,” he said, in between breaths. Sarah laughed.

“Come on… That was so fun!” she said.

“Fun? I swear… I thought we were going to get killed!” Gish yelled.

“Nuh uh. You’re such a baby,” Sarah said.

“No I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Hello children.” Gish turned around, and saw his uncle, Kent. The duo ran towards him and hugged him.

“It’s all gonna be okay,” he said.

“But Mom and Dad…” Gish said. Kent laughed.

“They’re fine. Ruco got a bullet to his knee, but other than that, it’s all good,” the man said. He eyed the blood crusted pistol in the boy’s hand.

“Well, look what we have here. A real pistol,” he said. Gish looked at him.

“I took it so that in case if there’s no more bullets in my other gun, then I could use this.” Gish’s hand gently touched the trigger. Kent frowned.

“Well, I should take that from you,” he said. Gish shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly.

“It’s almost out of rounds anyways,” Kent explained, tugging at the gun gently. The boy was too stubborn.

“I told you: No is no,” he said, tugging at the gun. The man shook his head.

“Then, you learn it the hard way.” Kent slowly peeled a thin mask from his face, revealing his true face: A woman. She put a gun to Gish’s head.

“Drop the gun.” The voice was commanding. The boy immediately dropped the pistol.

“Good,” the woman said. She kicked away the gun. From the corner of his eye, Gish saw Sarah charging at the evil woman. Then, Sarah tackled the woman. He immediately slammed himself down onto the ground. He saw a bullet whiz past him and gave a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, the woman was tied to a tree. She was also gagged. Sarah gave her a little wave before the two departed into the forest. The woman scowled.

After a few minutes of running, the two heard soft footsteps.

“Hide,” Sarah hissed. They hid behind a fern.

“Gish! Sarah!” A familiar voice called.

“Man, did she seriously tell me the wrong instructions?” The voice asked himself.

“Should we tell him that we’re here?” Sarah asked.

“How do you know it’s a he?” Gish asked.

“Look, dummy.” Gish peeked up and saw Connor, clad in a dark blue suit. He smirked. Connor always wore tailored suits, much to Gish’s annoyance.

“It has to be Connor… No one would observe that he wore tailored suits everyday,” Gish whispered, scraping a piece of crusted blood off his real pistol.

“Fine. You reveal yourself first.” Sarah shoved him out into the open.

“Hey Connor,” Gish said awkwardly. Connor looked at him suspiciously.

“Hey,” he said. Gish cocked his head.

“So um… Have you seen Sarah?” he asked. Connor shook his head.

“Dad asked me to find you two,” he explained.

“So, how did you find me?” Gish asked. Connor laughed.

“Easy…” To their surprise, Connor suddenly fell forwards and blood began to soak his chest. He fell down. Behind him was the lady Gish tied up earlier. Sarah popped out from her cover and shot the evil lady, who fell down. The duo hurried to Connor, whose breath was becoming more and more raspy.

“Connor,” Gish said, trying to press down the wound. Connor faintly smiled.

“I… I’m fine,” he said, his voice hardly even a rasp. Gish shook his head.

“Come on… Dude… Please,” he said. Connor shook his head and coughed up blood.

“No…” Gish said, tears in his eyes.

“Find the common point… Ow….” Connor whispered. Gish realized that Sarah had taken out the bullet.

“Doesn’t look good,” Sarah mouthed, wiping her hands on the ground. Connor’s eyes were closed and he seemed peaceful.

“Is he gone?” Gish looked at Connor.

“I don’t think so… He has a pulse,” Sarah said. Gish gave a sigh of relief.

“So what is the common point? Has Mom or Dad talked to you about it… I mean, because you’re the older sibling,” Sarah asked. Gish shocked his head.

“Nope. But my guess: It’s an extraction point,” he suggested. Sarah frowned.

“Well, where do you think an extraction point would be?” she asked.

“I don’t know… I guess we’ll need to find it,” Gish said. He felt around Connor’s thick navy blue coat and found a pistol.

“I think you should keep this for now.” The boy handed it to Sarah, who pocketed it.

“Let’s go. We have no clue where it is.”

Three hours later, they found a small mint green shack.

“We should rest here,” Gish said, who was carrying Connor. Sarah shook her head.

“It might be rigged,” she responded.

“Why do you think that? This shed is on our property,” he said. Then, Gish walked and placed one foot into the shed. Nothing happened.

“It’s safe.” The boy looked triumphant.

“Or is it?” A familiar voice asked.

The Assassin’s Child Part 1

The boy tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn’t sleep that night; he just couldn’t. Then, he eventually fell asleep.

The dream was quite peculiar. His dad, a well known son of a successful businesswoman, was yelling at him to run. Gish looked around. Men in black were advancing onto them, shooting at them. His dad was shooting and yelling, gesturing for him to run. Then, a bullet penetrated his father’s chest. It happened in slow motion. His father slowly flew backwards, blood gushing out of his chest. His eyes were unblinking, then the body, devoid of life, fell onto the ground, lifeless.

“No…”

Gish woke up with a start. His dad was standing above him, a smirk on his face.

“Finally… Your sister’s already awake.”

Gish had an eleven year old twin, Sarah. Sarah tended to do everything better than him. Sometimes, Gish pondered whether if she was an alien, not his twin.

“Dad! What the heck are we doing at four AM in the morning?” Gish asked, as they walked downstairs together. Ruco, his father, shrugged.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said. Gish sat down at the dining table.

He lived in a small house that was out in the rural. His grandmother, who had retired, lived next door, along with his uncle and aunt, Kent and Kate. They had a child, a nice boy by the name of Connor. Gish liked hanging out with Connor sometimes, but sometimes the other boy would become a grumpy person.

After scarfing down three slices of pizza, Gish followed his father straight into a wall.

“Daddy… What are we doing?” Sarah asked. Their mother, Coco, smiled.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Coco was Gish’s and Sarah’s mother. She had once been a trained assassin, but after giving birth, she moved into the countryside to take care of her kids. She loved eating pizza and Gish had clearly inherited that from her. Everything else, Gish inherited from his dad, Ruco. The hair, the face when he was determined, and more.

Ruco opened the thermometer control and inside, there was a screen. Ruco placed a hand on there. The wall turned into a door, which slid open. Ruco gestured for the children to walk inside. Sarah seemed fully aware of the hidden room, but Gish was in total awe.

“I’ve been living in this house for eleven years and I didn’t even know this existed?” Gish asked, looking around. Sarah smirked.

“You spend too much time with Connor in a way you never explore,” Sarah said. Gish rolled his eyes.

“Who would think of opening the thermometer?” he asked.

“If you had some common sense you would,” Sarah pointed out. Their parents looked at each other.

“Stop bickering now,” Ruco said, with a slight chuckle.

“Gish is so much like you… Too innocent,” Coco said. Ruco laughed.

“Just like me.”