September 25, 2009 I lost my reason to live. Back then I didn’t think of it that way. Actually, I thought the complete opposite. I chose my job over love, and lost something special that I can never get back. That’s why I’m writing about it, hoping to get closure…I also don’t want to forget anything about him. I guess that’s how it goes though, you never tell someone how you really feel until it’s too late.
I was in my second year of college when they recruited me. There was nothing special about me, in my eyes, but apparently something was seen. I left college and went into a full time training program. It consumed me, the white walls of every room, feeling like I could not escape. There were only about thirty other people that stuck around. This job was life or death, and that fact was obvious from day one. We were all a family, we loved each other, but that wasn’t always a positive thing.
Cody started the agency the same year as I. From the start we were constantly stuck together. In the white rooms, or the activities we were put through. You might think you know where this is going; we fall in love, something tragic happens and that’s the end. No, this isn’t The Titanic. I could not stand Cody. Why do you think we were always paired together when they needed a “couple” to go undercover? We fought like an old married couple. The only difference was he was infatuated with me, while I saw him as the annoying brother I never wanted.
About two years after this endeavor started, a new mission was put out. Different from any other, this mission had been tried multiple times. From what everyone heard it always ended in blood and ear piercing screams. Then again, who knows, nobody ever came back. These factors made the mission voluntary. Right at the moment it was announced, shooting his had up, Cody volunteers with enthusiasm. On the other hand my face became perplexed with grief, since I would also have to go. I did not want to be put in the position to die, but someone had to do it.
A month later we arrive at a piece of barren land, in the middle of an ocean. Funny that under this land was a huge operation. The leader Maddie Fleckman; her objective- to become a billionaire, under any circumstance.
There were many under ground operations all over the United States from this one cooperation. As mentioned before, this was not the first time people tried to stop this. Actually, it is now the third. This time was different, it would be planned and sneaky, nobody could know what would be fast approaching. Wrong. They did know the entire plan.
Cody and I dug under ground and hid until twilight. We had hours to talk and I realized, maybe Cody wasn’t that bad. I mean minus the times he would confess his infatuation with me. When twilight hit, everyone had left the lab area. The clock was ticking, we decided to move while we still had the chance. As we walked in all that the eye could see were hulking, icy machines, as tall as sky scrappers. Quickly, we began clipping red and blue wires to stop production. Suddenly were heard “click, clack, click clack”. It was a pair of Maggie Fleckman’s signature red pumps. Cody and I whipped around, sprinting for the nearest exit, but it was too late. We were surrounded by minions in suits. All of the sudden all that could be seen were sparks and flashes going in every direction, almost like a miniature fireworks show. Smoke was everywhere and I succumbed to the fact that we were going to die. Our eyes met, he knew; all I remember was an ear shattering noise and a blinding flash of light.
I woke up and day later and I was alive. Cody dove in front of the bullet and died so I could live. Cody died so I could live…and I didn’t realize how I felt about him until it was too late. Never wait to tell someone how you really feel. Cody gave his life so I could live mine, and I will never be able to repay that.
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