It wasn't always like this, plagues, burning cities, people dying on the streets. No, it wasn't always this horrible...
Chapter 1: Before
The yelling in my head woke me up. Lately She had been getting worse, more restless I suppose. I can't be sure though, since we're never face to face, so to speak. We haven't been for quite some time.
I put on my typical work clothes; a tank top and jeans, knee high black leather boots, and a long black trench coat that stopped just below my knees. As I began loading my knives and guns into various hiding spots, I gazed into the mirror. I hated what I saw. Not my petite body, my olive skin, or my scars. I even began to like the short blue hair that was longer in the front than in the back that once use to be long, lucious, and brown. I hated knowing that She was there, in me, through each one of my actions and thoughts, taking over me at times, but it couldn't be changed. Besides, it was my fault.
"Are you ready yet?" came a familiar and soothing voice from behind me. I turned to face a tall muscular man. It was Dylan, more commonly known as Ice. He didn't get thing nickname because of his pasty white skin or because he never got cold even in a blizzard, but because of his ability to pull a trigger with no second thoughts about it. Sure after a while working for the Orginization you could do that, but this guy since day one never thought about it. There's been some crazy stuff, but he's never once hesitated.
"Yeah...I'm good. Let's go."
We had been driving since that afternoon, by now the stars lit up the night sky. The wind whipped wildly as the car got faster and faster, and then in an instant the world slowed down, nearly stopping. The car had turned and Dylan struggled to turn the wheel and get control of it, but it was too late.
"You okay Becca?" Dylan asked as he undid his seat belt. The car was upside down now, and I could see the blood dripping down the side of his face.
"Fine," I replied while undoing my belt. "Who do you think it was?" By now we had both managed to crawl out of the car window and were preparing our weapons while hidden behind the car.
"No clue, but this should be simple," he laughed as he pulled a black suit case from the back seat of the car, probably filled with guns.
"Too bad that I'm callin' dibs on this one," I said while pulling two elbow blades from my sleeves. I jumped over the car and looked for whatever had hit us. A little girl in a pink dress with blonde pig tails stood in the middle of the road. I hesitated, and she lunged for me. A loud bang sounded off behind me. He had shot her right in the middle of her forehead. No hesitation. No heart. Just ice...
I turned around and looked at him. "I called it!"
"You shouldn't have hesitated," he said smugly.
"I bet you eat babies," I said with a growl as I walked off in the direction we had been heading before the delay.
"Taste damn good too," he laughed as he followed.
"You're late," Amber, a tall fairly attractive brunette who always looked like a librarian, said as Dylan and I walked in the main door.
"When aren't we?"
She threw files at us as she said, "These are the new recruits that you will be in charge of training for the next few weeks. You will brief them over the rules and purpose, as well as lead them in combat training. Any who are not cut out you will send to be processed." She continued while walking threw the building. "Before this, you will need to go get cleaned up and read those files. Dylan," she turned to face him as she gave a suductive look, "you're more than welcome to get ready in my office."
In one fluid movement I stepped forward, pulled out my blade, pushed her against the wall, and held it to her throat, I blacked out after that, but I heard. "You'd be wise to not make comments like that again..."
I woke up standing before a bunch of new faces. She had taken control again...
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