Spy Story Part I

Intro.

She lit another fag...the 4th one in the past 15 minutes...her fringe was soaked with sweat…most probably because of Rio’s weather…or maybe…she was just nervous…



1.

I stood up. Halfway across the bathroom I stopped and sighed. Pain. I entered the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. “Awful”, I thought. I had mud on my face, my make up was totally ruined, and my now dyed black short red hair was full of dirt and twigs.

“I look rather wild”, I said out loud, though I was alone in that lousy hostel room. Ok, the place was nice, if you are a 20 something year old backpacking in South America…

I was a 20 something. But far from having a nice vacation in sunny, scorching hot Rio.
My fringe was stuck in my forehead, soaked with sweat, and, as I looked down, trying to forget the pain, I noticed that my black t-shirt was torn in two. “ Hmmm, you look sexy, Claire”, I muttered, while staring at that horrid human being in the mirror. Me.

Then I heard footsteps in the corridor. Half a second later Nichole came in, her long, straight dark brown hair swishing behind her.
I bet she was about to tell all about her meeting Anthony and how they exchanged long stares, but, the minute she saw me, her face expression changed from a ear to ear smile into a frown.

“Claire? What the fuck happened to you? No, no waaaaait a minute” she said, almost laughing.
“What, Nichy”, I said, without any excitement
“I bet you had wild sex the entire afternoon, eh, naughty girl?”
“I wish”, I mumbled, slowly rolling my eyes. Nichole immediately noticed that something was wrong, very wrong. I could tell she was a bit disappointed. Usually I would laugh at her stupid jokes. But not this time. There was no point in laughing.
I sat in the single bed next to the window, and she did the same, right beside me.

“Oh goddamnit, What happened C.?”
“Can’t tell”
“Why?” , she said, like a whiny child.
“I just can’t. At least not now.”
“Alriiight. You look like a mess. C’mon,showeeer”, she said, while grabbing my left hand and trying to drag me to the bathroom. I offered some resistance, and she pulled me, probably thinking I was kidding. But I was not. Next thing I knew I was kneeling on the floor. And all went dark. I fainted.




------------------------

I started writing this in 2006, I think, when I had nothing better todo, tee hee.

Most of the charatcers are based in people I know, and although most of the plot is fiction, there are some things that actually happened, added sometimes with a slight twist to fit the story