Chapter 6 - Sprint

“Oh, it’s little-miss-ecstatic…” Growled a deep, gruff, voice from behind me.

I spun around so fast that it sent me dizzy, and I had to hold on to the person for support.

“Not so tough now, are we?” The man asked, and his pupils were huge!

I remembered this man – the most difficult person I’d come across whilst on the drugs case, and he was the twin brother to that Christian that shot me.

“That depends on how tough you are.” I sneered, giving him a good kick where it hurts.

“I bounce back fast, girly.” He laughed, and I nearly went mental at the term ‘girly’.

“You listen here, Buzz.” I growled, and I thought it was a really funny name for a man that is a druggy… I’ll leave you to ponder on that one… “I have had just about enough of all this rubbish about revenge and stuff, so if you even think about shooting me, or injecting me, or whatever it is that you’ve got planned, you can think again.”


He staggered a few steps back, and I ran for it then, it was only about fifty metres to my house. I could have easily sprinted the whole way, and had time to spare, but I was more aware that I wouldn’t be able to make it in time after just coming out of hospital.

I reached my front door, just in the nick of time, and slammed it so the whole frame shook, but at least it was missile-proof, so I didn’t have to worry about being shot…


I made myself a sandwich, ate it, and then got ready for bed. I was in bed for 6:00pm, and I went to sleep straight away – being a secret agent was tiring work. I had nightmares that night, about all of the scariest cases I had been on, and then ending with the one where Christian shot me. I woke up then, in a cold sweat, screaming my head off.

Luckily nobody woke up, so I went downstairs to get myself a glass of water.

There was a note on the table, explaining Mum and Dad’s absence, and it told me that Mum and Dad had got an emergency mission to go on, so they would be out all week.


I got the glass of water, and then went back to bed, and slept until 8:00am which was pretty late for me, seeing as I usually get up at about 5:30am.

I looked on the computer, to see when they next wanted me to do a new case, and who the case would be on.

They told me that I wouldn’t be needed again until after I’d been knighted, which they’d all be witnessing, and until then, they wished me a speedy recovery.


At least now I could be a proper teenager, and just laze about the house, and be a bit sloppy, that is, when I’m not trying to keep fit in our gym-room.

The End

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