Prologue
"…Our second ranked warrior, Priscilla, has taken your sister's head." The man who was staring at me, Rubel, was cloaked in black, no emotion in his face at all.
Teresa had told me not to worry; all would be fine and she would always be there for me, and before now she had kept that promise. She had joined the Organization when she was 16, leaving me and my mother alone in our small village in the mountains. Years later when I saw her I could barely recognize her. She was gorgeous, with silver eyes and fair skin, her wavy blonde hair was blowing away from her face as she slew a Yoma. The man in black looked at me, clearly waiting for me to burst into tears. He obviously expected much less from me than Teresa.
"What does this have to do with me?"My voice was flat; my disguise against their tricks.
"You see Izabella; you share the same blood as Teresa. You have the potential to take her place, maybe surpass her skills as a warrior." Rubel said as if it was a great opportunity.
"I have no interest in becoming a Claymore." I replied, beginning to close the door.
He jammed his foot in the way. "I'm afraid you have no choice, Izabella."
The last thing I saw was the ceiling before everything went black.
A/N- This is my first fanfiction evar! Please comment and review and thanks so much for reading =D - ScarletRose