Ecstasy: A Narrative Fiction

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“Mr. McClellan, you will be late if you do not leave in forty six seconds,” rang out the house’s helpful voice. We do this every morning and I’m never late, I thought, it’s starting to get annoying. After hastily kissing my wife’s cheek, I stepped into the cylindrical tube that teleports me to work every morning. This morning had been like any other. Log my fingerprint to show that I arrived at work. Grab a coffee and get looked at strangely because I don't eat Soylent. The only different thing was the secret service agent standing front of the CIA’s seal. It was seal next to my office door. I could tell he, I believe his name is Jim, was waiting to talk to me. I walked closer and as Jim leaned in, his breath warm on my neck, and told me the …show more content…

Michael’s cover could be blown. I could get an undercover agent killed for a plan that might not work. I told him to get the whoever was in charge of this horrendous threat and heard him call out in a language I barely recognized. Then I saw her. She was the one person who hated me most. She ‘d aged, but looked scarily similar to how she had looked twenty years ago. “You look surprised, Ian,” Alexa said, smirking, “ You knew I was alive.” I was still in a state of shock. She looked happy. Alexa seemed happy that she was about to cause so much destruction. I could not believe any of this. I knew what I did, why she was angry, but to become a leader of an organization that wanted to ruin the United States, that was going to far. “ You have a right to be upset,” I remarked through clenched teeth, “but killing innocent people to serve your vendetta, it isn’t right.” I tried to reason with her, but I felt all hope leave me. Even through the terrible visuals on the hologram, I knew she was getting angrier. It would be hard to convince Alexa of anything when she’s furious. I remembered that much from our time spent together. “You took everything from me, Ian. Don’t even try to pretend you're sorry. You're in charge of the organization that took my family from me. I could never do you that favor. You will soon understand what I’ve been

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