Chapter 6- Amnesia Fox

675 53 1
                                    

Bewildered, I shook my head in disbelief, "No, it can't be, they're supposed to be the good guys. The people who fight for justice, for us. Why on earth would they do this? What have I ever done to them? I mean I don't even know them." This couldn't be right.

"Good guys?" Charles scoffed. "OK, you tell me then, those people who plan to kill their own president are they the 'good guys' in your dictionary definition?"

I shook my head, disturbed. They did what?

"They, or should I say a group of them were the reason behind the death of President John F Kennedy's death. They were the reason the Patriots Secret Service was even created in the first place, we didn't just bloom to existence, we were created to destroy this corrupt organisation 73.3 recurring percent of which are probably terrorists or first degree murderers. I mean who was Osama Bin Laden huh? A CIA agent. They may not have known you Kayla, but they sure as hell knew your parents and they would've done anything to eradicate any one of our members. If they found they could've taken two at a time, brilliant for them it's like a buy one get one free offer for them." Charles ranted.

My heart dropped in my chest. If all of what he said was true, then Alex was in big trouble God knows what they were going to do to him, and me, well I was in a situation which even the word trouble couldn't sum up. How was I meant to prove myself innocent? They had everything they needed to convict me. What would I even have to say? How did my fingerprints get onto that gun? Where had I been all this time?

"What are they going to do with Alex? What will they do with me?" I exclaimed looking up at Andrew and Charles for answers.

"Nothing," Andrew replied. "They can't do anything to you if they don't know where you are and if they don't know where you are they can't catch you and if they can't catch you they can't harm you." He sighed looking a little disappointed now, "As for your friend.... I'm not so sure what will happen with him but we can wish him well for now, until we get something to prove the both of you innocent."

I sank back into my chair imagining all the cruel things that Alex would have to go through. Flashing images of all the film scenes picturing torture that was given to the prisoners darting through my head, including the electrocution and beatings.

"Off course the CIA would be able to find, my face, my name will be on the corner of every single street you turn by now. I don't even know how I made it to this place alive. Isn't it better that you handed me over now rather than having them suss me out? That way maybe my side of the story will still sound true, and Alex won't have to fight this by himself." I cried.

It was the only way. No-one could protect me now. These people, if they really were CIA agents I stood no chance against them they would definitely be able to find me that's part of their everyday job finding the bad people.

"They're not going to find you and we'll be making sure of that. The CIA and the rest of the public they know the story of Kayla Ford and what she looks like but they don't know Amnesia Fox." Andrew reassured me seeing the desperation and worried look on my face.

"Amnesia Fox? Who is she and can she really help me and my friend?" My voice lightened up a little. Something on the inside of me felt a little twinge upon her name, it sounded familiar as if I'd heard it before.

Andrew coughed a little nervously. He signalled to Charles, who pulled out a white, crinkled envelope from his pocket and pushed it towards me. Hesitantly I peeled open the envelope and tipped it over to empty the contents. A navy coloured American passport fell out along with a driving license and social security card. Taking the drivers licence in my hand I inspected it, it belonged to Amnesia Fox looking at the date of birth she was probably 21 years old now. Her picture showed that she probably had dark black, long hair complimented with bangs, her eyes looked the same shade of blue as mine.

VengeanceWhere stories live. Discover now