10:00 P.M (GMT8)
A lonely night, taking off due to the situation had her more in her thoughts than ever. Dallas had left only shortly after their breakfast this morning, being busy out with her team: filling in her position as she sat by herself.
Whiskey in a glass, swirling it in her grip. She takes a swig, groaning as the cup is placed on the office table. Her home office, somewhere, still was a necessity. Every room in her life was involved with her work. She wished it wasn't the case.
Pouring herself another glass, shooting it down only moments after. Eyebrows twitching, hand gripping tighter onto the glass. Being sat behind her desk, she didn't feel in control like she used to. Having all of her documents, files, phone calls day in and day out.
None of it made her feel like she had five years ago, all of it had her out of her element. The alcohol only numbed the nervousness in her body. Tomorrow was the day she was going to come face to face with the mysterious man behind the beak.
Alone, God knows what could go wrong.
Anything, everything: she thought of every scenario her mind could think of. A large part of her wished that her backup could be close by. Going in alone was risky, but she had no choice. To have another's blood shed on her hands was not the answer. Dallas of all people, would never deserve to die for her actions. This entire meeting was all about her. A mistake she had made, a step that had angered someone violent and murderous.
Only one tiny step was all it took to anger the monsters that lurked in the darkness. Taking any opportunity to try to take her out, believing they were doing some good for the word. In a twisted way of fate: perhaps she felt she was doing the same thing. Officers being a part of the law showed she was on the good side, yet criminals wanted to get her off the streets just as bad as she wanted. Amelia had never been cornered so tightly like this by anyone. She would have been thrilled if not for their knowledge of her.
It only made her want to drink more, to forget the entire ordeal.
Amelia twists the chair towards her window, looking out into the dark sky. No stars, barely any street lights. Just the dark abyss of the sky, she felt sucked into the pitch black darkness. Her chest was tight, her hand picking up the glass. Filling it once more, swirling the contents before drinking it back.
The glass thumps on the wooden desk, she crosses her legs over one another. Unable to tear her eyes away from the view.
If she moved from this spot, time would seem to move once more. In a leather chair, time froze around her. No sounds, no movement, just complete silence. Something that she could relish in, her fear all the same. Amelia didn't want to push forward to the next day, but she knew she had to. For the helpless and innocent people who could easily be caught in the crossfire.
Feeling helpless was not in her deck of cards. An emotion to be left in the past with her former self.
Only years ago could she feel every emotion freely: sadness, happiness, anger, frustration, dread. Amelia wore it all on her sleeve, even if the outside exterior showed otherwise. Faulty walls that soon caved in by one person, only one. A person who used it to their advantage, used her heart as an instrument to play a sickening tune.
It forced her to rebuild the walls even stronger, sturdier after all the damage had been done. Her heart shredded into pieces, a heartless woman with a singular mission for the rest of her life.
Rain hits the panes of her window, dripping down the glass. She watches as the light drizzle quickly turns into a raging storm. Trees pushed by the wind, raindrops patting against the window. Mother nature wasn't in the happiest mood either, that made two of them.
Moments like these, the roaring of the weather had her deep in her thoughts. Of what could be, what already had come to pass. Amelia missed out on so much of life at such a young age, she was still fairly young now. She was only twenty three, yet carried the weight of a middle aged woman. Already halfway through her life, that's how it felt.
A life filled with loss, death around every corner. The most gruesome scenes of humanity's cruelest, to the people she loved the most. Those who filled the corners of her heart before it was pulled from her chest. How could God be so cruel to her, to have her lose so much in such a short amount of time?
It felt like only yesterday when she had gone to school, met with her friends to walk to their classes together. Talking about silly things such as boys or parties. Growing up together, becoming adults with each other side by side. Graduating, being able to move their tassels from one side to the other: a joyous reunion as caps were tossed into the air in celebration.
Nothing but a cliche picture, it never happened.
Instead gunshots rang, screaming of terrified parents and children. Paling over one another, trampling to get away from the scene. Her best friend, Tess Leon never saw it coming. None of them did. The valedictorian shot dead at the podium, before her life was able to even begin.
That was all her fault, that guilt ate away at Amelia. It had been seven years, and the guilty still festered inside of her.
A day that marked the start of blood, bodies piling up behind her. Tess was just the first, she never was the last. The first one always hits the biggest nerve.
If she had known what was to come, she would have tried everything in her power to prevent it. Only if time could freeze, or reverse back to that fateful day. To foul any plans, any death to follow. No blood shed, no loss: just the celebration of life. To getting older, to achieving something some never get to see. Hand in hand as friends, as a family.
Pain was a temporary feeling, but it stuck to her like glue. Trust was slim to none, she had lost everything. She had gained material things, money, a job providing her the service she always wanted. Yet to discover herself, she lost everything that mattered to her. Fell in love, to then have her heart stomped on by the one she loved. To know they had torn her life apart limb by limb.
Knocking down wall by wall, over and over again. Until all of the stones lay broken at her feet. She had let them lay there, a mistake she will never forget. A mistake she would ever forgive herself for making.
Amelia turns the chair back around, grabbing her desk drawer's handle. Pulling it out sits her handgun, picked up by her small hands. She cocks it, eyes narrowing at the sleek figure of the head. The way it fit so well in her hands, even after all of this time.
She had used this gun before so many years ago, but this time would be different.
"If we can't do this the easy way."
Amelia knew how to shoot, and she was one hell of a shot.
Her head turns to the window, the rain roaring with the sound of thunder. A cinematic scene of nature's angry call, as if it was connected to her own emotions. The scream of the damned, the broken, and the vengeful. She was ready, even if Hell's jaws opened to her. Or coming face to face with the devil himself.
It was time to end this cat and mouse chase, once and for all.
"I'll take you out the hard way."
Never would a stranger bring down her success, her image, who she had become. No matter what information they may have had on her, none of it mattered. Amelia knew who she was now, in this moment. What she had built up, the walls she had made from the ground up. The tiresome hours of learning how to aim, being tased and pepper sprayed. Seeing the most gruesome of deaths of people of all shapes and sizes. The old Amelia would have never been able to be this way if not for the hard word that was put in for the future. That high school girl was gone, blown away with the wind that paced around the planet.
There always was a starting point, and Amelia was far from where she had begun. No man, woman, or child would cause her downfall. It was all up to her now, on her shoulders to balance. She would take on all of the weight, and come out victorious once again.
Her duty as an agent mattered more than her life. To serve and to protect until her dying breath.