Formalities...

It's come to my attention that my former employer has dropped off the face of the earth. Perhaps they finally came to terms with what little they actually had to offer once their plans fell through, never the less I hardly say that the terms of our agreement were ever to my liking. Those of you who are aware of just who I am perhaps could be a bit confused by my sudden reappearance. I'll be denying rumors of my death for quite some time I am sure, however I am very much alive.

I am unaware of whatever cover story the wonderful United States Government has weaved to allow all of their agents to sleep soundly at night, but please realize that you shouldn't believe anything that comes from then to begin with, especially when it comes to who exactly exists anymore. As far as my location for the past few years I'll simply say that it wasn't a tropical resort that kept me occupied. Prophet Five although making great strides in advancing their own project has simply underminded most of the connections that I was to understand to be in good standing up until recently.

Regardless of however subtle their intentions were, they have succeeded in cutting me off from most of my former contacts. I have seen a few of my colleagues here and figured it was high time to make my presense known once again.

My name is Lauren Reed, Daughter of the former Senator Reed. I am the former wife of Michael Vaughn, former liaison for the NSC to the CIA, then the former co-chair of the North American cell of the Covenant, and most recently former dead girl.

Perhaps my story will unfold a little more clearly in time, but for now the illusion of mystery is always preferred.

posted to theatrical_fen

When I Was Just a Little Girl...

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

It was a lovely song I'm sure, giving little girls some fragmented dream that their life could hold anything if they only believed. However there was no singing in my home growing up. Nights were long, and morning came all too early in the Reed household. My father, a hopeful Senator at the time was merely climbing his way up the Political ladder on his way to achieve some form of greatness. My mother, steadfast and true at his side until quite literally the very end. I was merely a commodity to him in the long run. A blonde haired little girl that could smile in front of the flashbulbs and wave in the back of the car during the parades.

All those years ago I never dreamed that I would grow up to be very much of anything other than a wife for someone of great power. Things changed though as I watched my father become a Senator and my mother move away from the side of her husband and try to make a difference in the world. I was blinded from the manner in which she was taking, however it was most admirable to say the least. To watch her make those commanding phone calls instilled some sort of a yearning in me. I wanted to be feared in the same manner, perhaps not to the degree that she was ultimately, but how was I to know the truth at such a young age. After all innoncence is bliss.

I thought that at the very least I could become a woman like my mother. It is after all what most little girls hope for, to be just like their mothers. I could have been confident and in control at all times. Ready to make those sacrifices needed at the slightest request for whatever the reason was. She had strength that I wanted to embrace most times, to be the strong hand on a widow's shoulder, or the firm grasp on a handshake completing an agreement. In my eyes she was this ideal of a woman.

However I have grown out of such childish beliefs, and I stood there while my own mother gunned down her husband for a cause that was greater than her. I could say I wanted to be her when I grew up, but standing beside her in that moment I felt far better than her. I had not become her, I doubt I could ever be as heartless as her. I simply know that when I was a child I had no intentions of living the life I have lead thus far. If anything I simply knew that my characteristics would suit me far better as someone in control, instead of being controlled. My determination and confidence have garnered me a lifestyle that I have grown accustomed to dealing with. All the intricicies and downfalls, I know so well now that I do not worry what tomorrow brings, only what today has left to offer.