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SECRETS
By; Rin


Chapter 1 - Found in vacant seat of a midnight train

Have any of you ever wondered about his last name? I mean, "Quest" cannot seriously be his real name, can it? I found myself asking this question, and so, this story was born…

From the diary of Jonathan Quest…

I was everything every kid dreams of being. I wasn't one of the guys all the girls wanted – when I was around, I was the only guy they wanted. I didn't have all the money in the world – but enough to afford everything I could ever want. I wasn't part of the "in" crowd - I was the "in" crowd. I had my entire life figured out – and it was the best anyone had ever had.

My bodyguard, former Agency member Race Bannon, was the coolest cowboy in the government. He was despised by most of the military (especially General Tyler), but only because they were so jealous of him. He always protected us, never losing his temper even once. He was loyal, brave, and had an accent that always made me laugh out loud.

My brother, Hadji Quest-Singh, was so wise and calm in every situation. He meditated a lot, and always had something soothing (though indecipherable) to say during the worse trouble. He kept me sane and saved my life over and over, as I did his. I thought we would always be brothers.

Jessie Bannon was another best friend. She had fiery red hair that matched her personality, which she mostly got from her father. She pretended like I got on her nerves a lot, but I know it's just because she wanted me so badly (just kidding).

There should be a movie called "Bandit" instead of "Lassie". He was the smartest, fastest, coolest dog on the planet. I especially loved that I was the only person he knew that he would obey always. This frustrated my fellow teammates to no end, but I loved the bond between my dog and me.

And my dad? I had the best dad in the world; he loved me more than his own life, and told me so every day. He let me do anything that I wanted, always trusting me, even when I hadn't earned it. Even when I made mistakes (which happened rarely), he never acted ashamed of or ever disappointed in me. He always hugged me and said that he was proud of me, no matter what. No matter how lame it sounds, he, along with Race, Hadji, Jessie, and of course Bandit, was my best friend. I could trust my father with anything; never once did I ever doubt his devotion to or his love for me.

I should have known it was too good to be real.

My father – the man that I worshipped and admired – is not at all whom I thought. He has been lying to me my entire life, about every minute detail. Everything I am, everything I hoped to be, has been shattered forever.

I am unwanted, with a missing father, and a mother who never even existed to begin with. My loyal bodyguard, who has been like an unrelated uncle for my entire life, has moved to the other side of the country to protect his new assignment; I probably will never see him again, and he does not care. My Indian brother, whom I could always count on to back me up, suddenly has made permanent his home in Bangalore and wants no more to do with his American life or its problems. Jessie now has no reason to visit, because her father, Race, is no longer her – but I'm sure if she wanted to come here, she would find a way. And Bandit? I guess he realized at the same time as me how twisted his family really is, so he ran away for a better life.

I now have no home to go back to, no one to help me through this nightmare, and by tomorrow night, I will most likely be dead – shot to death by my own government, and then my body burned so that no memory of my once-happy life remains.

Who am I? Up until three days ago, I was Jonathan Quest, celebrated son of world-famous genius Dr. Benton Quest. Now, I am nothing, and I must face the rest of my dark life – however long it may be – alone and fighting for each breath.

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