Her long dark hair flowed down to the small of her back swaying as she walked. She wore a pair of tight black leather pants with a simaller corset top finished off with a pair of spike heels. When she walked in she looked as if she owned the place, and from the looks of it she did.
She walked from the entrance on the one side of the room all the way to the stage without pausing, tripping, or cracking a smile.
Quickly she climbed on to the stage with ease. Walking up to the first person she saw there she spoke with a stern unfriendly voice, � I�m looking for a Mr. Christopher Kirkpatrick. Do you know where I can find him?�
The man she asked was young and did not know any better, so he came back with a very cocky attitude. �And who may I ask is looking for him?�
� Listen boy!� She yelled, � I can rip those curls of yours out with ease. Now where is he?!�
�I like to see you try little girl.� He retorted with my disbelief.
Quickly she grabbed his hair and pulled his head down as she low blowed him in the nuts. He screamed in pain as security ran over to help him and hold her back.
� Help him but touch me and you will be arrested.� She held up a badge stating that she was FBI agent, the guards backed away from her. � Now, where is Christopher Kirkpatrick?!�
She was lead backstage to a small room where three young men where goofing off.
� Which one of you is Christopher Kirkpatrick?�
All three men stopped what they where doing and stared at her. She repeated herself once more with more force.
Reluctantly one-stepped forward, � I�m he. Can I help you?�
� I�m Agent Cherry from the FBI.� She flashed her badge before continuing. � I need to speak to you in private, it�s of urgent matters.�
He stood with a confused face, � What urgent matters?�
� I�m sorry but I can�t say in the public area. Is there somewhere private here where we can talk?�
�Sure,� he quickly replied with confusion holding on to him like a leech. � Follow me.�
They walked out of the room and trough endless hallways before reaching their final destination. Entering the small room she closed the door and locked it.
� Do you have any idea of who I am, Chris?� She asked as she sat across from him.
He studied her for a minute before replying, � Am I suppose to know who you are?�
� Ok, try cutting off half the hair and getting rid of these.� She took her sunglasses off revealing her own deep brown chestnut eyes that matched his.
He looked again. �It can�t be.� He whispered to himself as his eyes grew with reconization of who she was.
� Oh yes it can be.� She smiled as she leaned over and pulled him so she could hug him.
He graciously accepted it still holding his confusion. � But� but how? I thought you were dead?�
She pulled back away as a single tear fell, � Life�s a bitch but not a killer.�
� But� but they � they said you where� where dead.� He managed to stutter out as he looked at her with udder amazement �How� how�d you� you survive the� the fire?�
� That I can�t answer for you but two minutes after the ambulances left with me in the body bag I woke up and yelled for some to get me out. I�ll tell you that that�s no where you wanna be.� She shook her head to try and rid herself of the horrifying images to engulf her.
� A week later they let me leave the hospital into foster care. I hated it there, so I ran away and started to look for you, but you moved. The police found me and took me in, and as soon as I could I left and joined the FBI. And now I�m here. That�s pretty much everything.�
He shook his head still not able to believe what was happening.
� Hard to believe, I know. That�s not why I�m here though.�
He finally looked up at her, � Why are you here then?�
� You�ll find out later.�
�But-� he was cut off by one of the stage hands banging on the door saying that he had to get down to hair and make-up or he�d be in real trouble. So he left it there as he was dragged away.
She stayed there in the room and looked out the widow towards the stage. �This is going to be a lot harder then I thought.�
~*~*~*~
She stayed backstage during the show hoping that they wouldn�t freak out at the news she was about to give them.
About a half-hour after the show ended the guys filed into the makeshift office one at a time.
The one she had taught a lesson to before sat as far away from her as possible with fear in his eyes. She quietly smiled to herself on the inside for that one.
Once everyone was there, they started.
�Ok guys, I need you to listen up� Their manager Johnny Wright began. �. We have a very serious situation here and it concerns all of you. This is Agent Cherry Ghirardelli she has the information for you. Ms. Ghirardelli.�
She stood up and started. �My name is Agent Cherry, I�m with the FBI. Recently a serious treat was made towards you five men and towards your families. We have relocated your families each to a safe area and after speaking to your management company it was decided that you boys have legal contracts, which cannot be broken, and even if they are, your fans hunt you down and tell everyone. Sooo we have decided that myself and one other agent, who will be arriving tomorrow, will travel with you boys and watch out for anything and everything. Are there any Questions?�
They all sat there staring at her as if she was an alien or something, no one spoke up so she continued.
� You will be receiving more information when my partner arrives. Until then you will only be allowed in areas I have secured. So far that is only the small area in the hotel where you are staying and in the backstage areas. These will be the only places you are allowed in for now. Got it?�