Hey everyone!
So I have been toying with this idea quite a bit, it has been brewing in my mind ever since I watched the second season of Carmen Sandiego.
Also this is only my second story ever, so if you have any tips/criticism please send them to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Carmen Sandiego.

WARNING: There is blood, and descriptions of serious injuries. Proceed at you own risk.

Graham sat in his small apartment staring at the wall.

He grabbed a bagel and put strawberry cream cheese on it.

He walked over to his couch and sat down he just sat there staring at it, he couldn't get himself self to eat it. He was still pretty shaken from earlier today, there was something just prodding at his memory, but he couldn't remember for the life of him, it was so frustrating.

But memory wasn't the only frustrating thing. He didn't understand why every time he was with Carmen it was like he was finally breathing, like there was a small wall being lifted just from looking at her.

When he first found her back stage he had a huge pang in his heart, almost like he had met her before, and now he was yearning for anything from her.

When she said her name was Carmen it sounded like she told the truth, it just didn't sit right with him, almost like she had a different name.

He looked down at his bagel that he hadn't even touched yet and forced himself to take a bit. The bagel tasted like nothing in his mouth. He thought back to the weird lab he had found Carmen in. He wondered what was she even doing there in the first place, he was really impressed with the skills she had when he first saw her use them, it was then that it clicked, she was not putting on a play for children, she was something else, maybe an assassin he thought for a brief time but then realized that the men she fought, she never killed them just stunned them or knocked then unconscious, so he settled for a spy.

The more he thought about Carmen the more his heart yearned for her; he didn't know why he felt that way. As he was thinking about her he wondered where she was from. She looked like she was from Some Spanish culture, he wondered if he could look her up on the Internet and see if anything popped up.

He quickly tossed his bagel into the garbage and sat down at his computer. He typed in Carmen, and then realized he would need a last name too. He thought about it for a couple minutes, then realized he had heard her name in the building; Carmen Sandiego.

He was surprised on what he saw when he hit search. There were multiple police reports on her as well an article.

What surprised him most was that they were all in a different country; Africa, South America, Mexico, Greece, Rome; anywhere you could think of and she had been there. Through out his searching he found that Carmen was not a spy, but a thief. THIEF!

The weird thing he constantly found was that everything she stole was at some point of time returned to the rightful owner. Now he was conflicted on if she was a good person or not, he wanted to believe that she was good but she was a thief, a thief couldn't be good. Right?

As he was thinking this his mind brought forth the reminder that the weird crazy lady from earlier today was planning to kill thousands of people, but Carmen had risked both her life and his, just to make sure that thing was shut off properly.

And then there was the thing that she kept calling him Gray, It had him wondering if she had actually known him during the time his memories had been taken away, maybe he worked with her and something happened that was so terrible that she didn't want him to remember how painful the experience was.

All he knew now was that he had so many questions in his head; he needed to talk to her, but there was a problem there he had no clue where Carmen Sandiego was at in the world.

3 Months later

Carmen ran into an alley, and then cursed as she realized that she took the wrong one, this one was a dead end; she had lost her cloak a few blocks down ripped in half. Luckily she had more at base. Carmen tried to jump up and catch a pipe that was hanging loose from a tall building, hoping she could grab it and hoist herself up the wall and onto the building, but to no avail, it was to high for her to grab. She slipped in a puddle on her way down and fell on her butt before she hopped up after hearing someone enter into the ally way.

You might be asking what Carmen was doing in Sydney, alone.

Well Player detected something strange going on with the power in Sydney, there were constant power outages happening on and off. Now power outages were normally not a problem, but with each and every power outage there were thefts happening all over, what was really weird was that the power was going out for longer and longer periods of time. Almost like the power was being seeped from the city.

If this were a normal mission than the entire crew would have come. Unfortunately this was not a normal mission, the rest of the team was preoccupied with something in London, so Carmen told them she found something seriously bad happening and that she had to go, the team understood, and said they would hold down the fort in London.

But really Carmen was incredibly scared that this could have been Gray back under the influence of V.I.L.E. And then another thing occurred to her that all of the black outs were closing in on his house, so maybe V.I.L.E was trying get rid of him for good.

So here she was cornered in an alley by a new recruit to V.I.L.E, that… was really good, she must have been at the top of the new class.

She was a tall woman, around 5'10" Carmen guessed, she had curly raven black hair that sopped mid back, he eyes were electric blue, she wore black pants, black combat boots, and a black leather jacket that from the small bulges here and there, held weapons.

The woman took slow taunting steps towards her. "My, my… look at what the sheep dragged in." The women said through he deep red lips, which were currently curled upwards in a smirk.

"Who are you?" Carmen asked the women. She had been surprise attacked by her earlier. This woman was incredibly well trained. but seamed to fight better near larger areas of electricity.

"OH! My apologies, how could I be so rude, the names Shadow."

Shadow said in an Australian accent. Pulling out a razor sharp boomerang.

"But you… You are the elusive Carmen Sandiego, the one who has escaped all other V.I.L.E operatives that have been sent to you from the old classes, the one who has beat them all. But I'm here to show you that you can't fight everyone you meet. I'm the death that follows in with the shadows."

"Quite the charmer I see." Carmen said her scraped up back up against the brick wall. Dropping into a fighting stance, analyzing this girls every move.

"Oh you've only seen a fraction of what I can do," Shadow said just before lunging at Carmen with a dagger that had been tucked up in her sleeve. knowing she would already block the boomerang.

With a dagger aiming for her heart Carmen moved as fast as she could, unfortunately she wasn't out of full range before the dagger came into contact with her shoulder. She stifled a scream, her shoulder felt like it was on fire, the throbbing pain making her feel like collapsing and never getting up again. She gritted her teeth as she grabbed Shadows arm and twisted her over on to her back. The dagger still in her shoulder Carmen quickly yanked it out while gritting her teeth as hard as she could without breaking them. Her entire body was throbbing and shaking with pain. She was losing blood fast.

Shadow was back up in a heartbeat, slashing at Carmen with her boomerang, each time hitting brick; it was getting on her nerves.

Carmen was quickly ducking and trying to evade Shadow as best as she could with a shoulder that was currently split open. If she could get to the entrance and make a run for her motorcycle that was a few blocks away the she could try and contact Player. She sent an experienced punch to Shadow, catching her in the stomach, before using the dagger that was in her shoulder earlier and swiped it at Shadow.

Shadow ducked, and kicked trying as hard as she could to get a good hit on Carmen, with no such luck, she needed to have more space to throw her boomerang.

Carmen found the opening that she needed, Shadow was almost behind her, all she had to do was get that boomerang away from her. Carmen wasn't stupid she knew that if she left the alley without that boomerang then Shadow would strike her down before she even got 10 feet away. She saw her chance; Shadow was getting impatient, and beginning to let that make her moves sluggish. She had her boomerang out at a perfect angle for Carmen to grab and run.

Carmen ran to the left, Shadow ran to the right.

Carmen didn't know if this plan would work, but she really hoped it did, as she ran by Shadow she jumped up and bounced off the wall ducked down and grabbed the boomerang out of Shadow's hand and used Shadows shoulder to launch herself forward. Out of the alley.

She landed harshly, pain flaring up her shoulder. She looked behind her to see Shadow colliding with the brick wall hard, she could hear something crack, probably Shadow's shoulder from the way she hit the wall.

Carmen quickly got up. Stumbling a bit from the pain she took off down the street, boomerang in hand.

As she ran she put as much pressure on her shoulder as she could, but looked down and realized she was leaving a splattered blood trail.

Carmen needed to get to her motorcycle, but she also really needed to get the bleeding under control, or she was going to die.

She spotted a small old antique store that was only a block from her bike. Perfect.

She ran up to the door and yanked it open and ran inside. The smell of old things hit her like a brick wall. The old music was quiet and made things seem like everything was fine.

Her lungs felt like they were going to explode from her chest. The pain was beginning to make her see black dots in her vision. She blinked them away.

She saw a bathroom sign in the left back corner. She started to make her way there without getting blood on the things.

"Hello dear, welcome to Mrs. Burgs Antique shop, is there anything I might be able to help you with?" A voice said from behind Carmen. Practically scaring her to death.

She forgot someone might be here to see her.

She turned around to a small woman, maybe in her 80s. With white hair and cute glasses on her wrinkled face. She made sure to be turned a little so the woman couldn't see her shoulder.

"Oh um… I just need to get to the bathroom." Carmen said her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. "Please." She added

"Oh of course dear it's right back here." She said before walking in front of Carmen to show her the way.

Carmen carefully followed the woman to the bathrooms in the left corner of the small shop while the old lady continued to talk.

"It's not very often we get young costumers around here. Most of the time it's older folk looking for something for something very particular." The woman said

Out of all that Carmen picked up on one particular thing the lady said. We? was there someone else here in the shop?

"We?" she asked aloud.

"What? Oh right, well me my late husband of course. He passed away about four years ago, but I know he stays with me in this old place. Watching over me, and helping me with things just like he used to. Ah those were good times, good times in deed." She said sighing

We walked up to the bathroom and took a right to head to the women's side.

"Here we are dear." She turned around and finally saw the wound on Carmen's shoulder.

"Oh! My, you look like you might need some bandages." The women said pushing her glasses on her face. Analyzing her blood covered shoulder.

"Um… yes please?" Carmen said, uncomfortable with some one actually seeing her wounds besides her team.

"All righty I'll be right back, why don't you go ahead and try to take that shirt off, so I can clean that up for you." She said already on her way to get the items.

Carmen did not want this woman to see her collection of scars from her entire life of criminal stuff.

"Wait I can bandage myself, you don't need to." She said trying to say something. She couldn't think strait with her head pounding.

"Non-sense I won't let you do it yourself." The woman called from somewhere in the store.

Carmen decided it might be best if someone helped her with the wound, it was bleeding so badly that it had started to soak up her sleeve of the hand that was trying to keep pressure on it. She walked in to the bathroom. It was clean and white, with a few flowers on the sinks little counter. She grabbed some paper towels and started trying to get the blood flow to stop, but to do that she would have to clean it.

She really didn't want to clean it knowing how much pain that is, but it had to be done.

She carefully grabbed the edge of her shirt; she pulled it up with her good arm getting blood on her stomach as she slowly pulled it up she was able to get it up and her left arm out, but when she tried to get her right out it was to painful.

The fabric was stuck to her skin from the blood; it was like trying to peel off her skin, with a wound that hurt like the devil. She knew it would have to be cut.

The woman came into the bathroom with an arm full of supplies.

"All right dear lets see what we have to work with." She said going around Carmen to look at her shoulder closely.

"Well… it doesn't look to bad, I can't really tell you how bad it is until we get it cleaned up. Then I can see if you hit some arteries." She said grabbing the scissors from her pile of supplies. She gently cut away the shirt before slowly tugging it off.

Carmen looked into the mirror when the shirt came off. She saw all her other scars, each one with there own memories. She hissed when the old lady put a clean wet rag around her wound.

She watched as the lady continued to clean up around her shoulder before going a little closer to her wound. She groaned when she started cleaning just around the edges her wound.

The old lady rung her rag out in the sink making it look like some type of… pink bloodbath almost.

"Well it is going to need stiches, but it isn't that bad, you were very lucky, you just missed the brachial artery. That would have been very bad." The old lady said reapplying her rag to stop the extra blood flow.

"Thank you, Mrs…" She realized she didn't know this woman's name, now she felt horrible.

"Mrs. Burgs, but you can call me Alice." She said still keeping the rag on my shoulder.

"Thank you…Alice."

"You're welcome, but it's not over yet we still have to stich this thing up." She said pulling the rag away and tossing it in the sink before going over to now small pile and picked up a little gray tin. She popped the top off; in side was a spool of thread and a couple different sizes of needles. In her other hand she had a bottle of ibuprofen. She handed her two ibuprofen capsules to her before getting a cup of water and giving that to her as well.

After Carmen took the medicine they had to wait for it to kick in before they could begin.

"So… Where did you learn to treat wounds?" Carmen asked Alice.

"In World war 2, my mother was a nurse and treated the injured men, I was very little maybe around five or six when she first started bringing me, but by the time the war ended I had watched her treat so many men I was able to do quite a few things."

Alice said sadly. "And then when I was 19 I became a nurse and was one for 5 years before I had my daughter."

Carmen took this information in. "What about your father? Did he fight in the war?"

She blurted before she realized what she was said.

"Somewhat, he was a spy for the American army, both my mother and father were American. But after the war we moved all the way here to Australia. Here is where I met my husband, and where my little girl was born. So I've stayed here.

Carmen was speechless; this woman had been through so much.

"Ok I think we should start stitching you up." Alice said reaching for the kit.

One hour later.

Carmen let out a deep breath as Alice cut the string to the last stich.

She quickly rapped Carmen's shoulder up so that the stiches would hold.

"Alright I think we're done." Alice said she hand a red shirt to Carmen.

"Red seems to be your color." She said.

"Thank you so much Alice, I don't think I would be alive right now if it wasn't for you." Carmen said carefully putting the shirt on.

"You're very welcome, I'm just glad I was able to help someone again. You might want to get going, it's almost dark, and I'm sure you have to get going before someone finds you." Alice said heading towards the door.

Looking out the door Carmen was shocked to see that it really was almost completely dark out. She did really need to get going and get the team out here to help her with taking Shadow down.

She thanked Alice once again before starting towards her motorcycle. When she finally found her bike. She cautiously walked up towards it making sure Shadow wasn't trying to hide somewhere nearby.

She started it up; the thrumming of the engine was familiar comfort.

She pushed the throttle down and started her way to the street.

Carmen had not even driven a mile before there was a boomerang imbedded into the lamppost right next to her. She quickly turned around to see Shadow on a motorbike chasing after her. She groaned and turned back to face the road. She would have to try and lose her.

Carmen took a sharp turn down a one-way street that led into some neighborhood. She looked behind her a saw that Shadow was still behind her. Perfect. Carmen had one crazy plan. She knew that there was an old railroad somewhere around here. She just had to time it perfectly. All she had to do was jump onto the moving train. No big deal. She knew that there was a train going through because she was supposed to be on it.

She took another sharp turn, and was about to take another sharp turn into an (not dead end) alley; when her bike went skidding out from under her.

Carmen went flying through the air, hitting the hard pavement with such a force it forced all the air out of her lungs. She felt pain ripple from her shoulder and blood starting to seep into her bandages. The stiches broke.

She looked over at her bike and saw a boomerang sticking out of the tire.

Carmen quickly got onto her feet, hurting her shoulder more. She could feel the bruise that was forming from the fall on her back, it was a dull pain compared to her shoulder.

She watched as Shadow jumped off her bike and threw another boomerang, this one aimed strait for Carmen's head.

She ducked, counted to five turned at just the right angle and caught the boomerang on it's way back to Shadow.

Shadow started to smoke. The look she was giving Carmen was one of pure hate. Sparks started sizzling in her hair. Carmen didn't know what was going on with her but it did not look good. She threw the boomerang at Shadow's bike hitting the tire so she couldn't get away later. She grabbed the dagger that was in her boot (with her left hand) and ran at Shadow.

She swung at Shadow, the dagger inches away from Shadows face. Shadow dropped low and swung her leg at Carmen's legs. Carmen jumped her leg and landed a mean left hook to Shadow's face. Which was going to leave a dark bruise.

Shadow let out a loud yell of rage, flung her arms in front of her, and electricity came out of them. Letting all the pent up electricity come out to see the light of day.

The blow hit Carmen strait in the chest, burning a hole strait through her shirt.

Carmen flew backwards landing on someone's lawn. She could feel a few ribs crack under contact. Her shoulder was on fire. It hurt so much that she just wanted to give into the darkness that threatened to claim her. She had black dots in her vision, her ears were ringing. Everything hurt. She was sure that her entire torso was going to be bruised.

After taking a raged breath Carmen slowly blinked the stars in her vision away, and slowly got up. It was so painful trying to do anything at all. But she got up anyway, and took in her surroundings. She saw Shadow lying unconscious on the pavement; there was a little bit of fire blazing in some dry grass. Her ears were still ringing but starting to clear up.

She took a small step and felt pain flare up her leg; she looked down and saw that there was a small shard of something stuck in her leg. She looked around to see what may have ben lodged in her leg. She saw Shadow's bike pretty much blown to smithereens

'So that's what is in my leg.' She thought.

She glanced at Shadow to see her unconscious on the pavement.

She noticed that some of the houses bedroom lights were turning on. Her ears had cleared enough to hear someone ask what was going on.

It sounded like a little child.

She nearly burst into tears realizing that there were people here, families, and she had put them all in danger. If Shadow's electricity hit one of the houses it could have ended up killing the entire family.

She heard murmuring from behind a door and realized that she need to get out of there, or they would catch her in her weak state. She slowly limped her way to the alley she was going to turn into earlier.

She continued through the alley, and across the street. She needed to get as far away from there as she could.

Everything was numb, the pain was to much for her, the shard was still logged in her leg, it moved every time she took a step. Every thing in her body hurt she could barely breath. Every step felt like she was walking on nails. She was too weak. She collapsed near a dingy apartment building. Black spots swimming in her vision once again.

She saw the silhouette of man that looked like Gray as it got closer. She tried to open her eyes a little more, but found she couldn't. Black started to take over her vision.

She gladly succumbed to the dark. All her pain turned numb.

A/N
Ok so did you like it? I'm still pretty iffy about. PLEASE tell me what you think.
I will not make another chapter unless people actually want me to.
Please leave a review on whether it's good or bad.

~Smokey Jae 12/2/2019