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Author's Note: Thanks for reading Death Mission! This idea has been floating around a bit in my head for a while. Enjoy! :) And a huge thank you to my beta, princessjob! She's absolutely fantasticalistical. Read her stories. -hint hint-
CHAPTER 1. A LOOK AT THE PAST
Last year on August 23, my family and I were attacked. I guess that wouldn't be a big deal for any other family, but considering what my
parents did for a living, it was.
You see, my parents, Renee and Charlie, both had a special kind of job. Jobs that had a huge impact on my life, I can assure you that.
See, Renee was an assassin and Charlie was a spy.
You can tell what I mean by "a huge impact" now.
Only to make things a tad bit worse was that they were the best.
It was about one or two o' clock in the morning when I heard the windows crash from downstairs. I rushed down the stairs, but stayed out of sight.
What I saw in front of me right then was a surprising sight, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get it out of my mind. There stood a circle of many people wearing all black with shockblasters in their hands, and in the middle of it all was, of course, Charlie and Renee.
I saw Renee's glance and tugged on my left ear once, which meant one thing: I'm going in.
I checked my eyes to make sure that I didn't forget to put my 'special contacts' back in after I finished cleaning a while ago. I blinked five times rapidly to activate the contacts to radar-vision mode.
The world around me turned red as I opened my eyes again.
I saw my parents blink rapidly as well. I nodded at them.
"Lights off," I whispered.
The lights shut down and we snapped into action. With nine years of training in play, I knocked out a guy with a spinning kick aimed at the hip, then another with a karate chop at the back of the neck. They both dropped, unconscious.
A guy to the right of me and another behind tried a sneak attack, but it wasn't going to work. I jumped out of the way when they attacked and they met each other head on.
A quiet intake of breath made my head spin around.
Renee was having trouble as six individuals ganged up on her. She pulled out two guns from behind her back. She was usually able to shoot five of them in less than 30 seconds, but one person was lucky and got in a shot that stopped her bullets completely. A shot that killed her.
"Renee!" I screamed as I took down two more people. Where the hell are all of these people coming from?! I screamed in my head as three more flew toward me.
I heard Charlie grunt as someone kicked him in the stomach. It was a mistake that I stopped paying attention to my surroundings, resulting in me getting the breath knocked out of me with a sharp karate chop between my shoulder blades. I sucked in a deep breath and flipped backwards to avoid another kick that was coming at me, then lashed out with a kick of my own.
Charlie was holding his own against six people, but four more were making their way toward him. I tried to reach him, but everywhere I went, people were attacking me.
"Charlie!" I yelled as he fell to the ground.
I couldn't take it anymore. Renee had told me how hard it was to be an assassin because her job was to 'take care' of interferers. Now, I'm glad that I was able to convince her to train me because I knew it was going to come in handy right about, oh say... right about then.
A person to the left of me was -thankfully- holding a shockblaster in their hands. I grabbed onto their arm as the tried to hit me with the butt of the gun. Use their force against them, Renee had told me during a training session. I went with their force and flipped them frontward, then took the blaster out of their hands.
My head snapped to the side as someone punched me. Sometimes, when your enemy attacks you, they give you an advantage. Now, I finally understood what the meaning of that sentence was. Renee told me that I had to figure that one out by myself. I went with the momentum and came spinning back planting a hard roundhouse kick to their chest. I heard a satisfying 'oof' as they fell.
I looked back over to where Charlie was and right then, he was losing... horribly.
I pulled the shockblaster apart into two pieces and used the pieces like swords.
"Charlie!" I screamed as he went down again.
"Isabella! Isabella, go! Get away from here! This isn't your fault! Just go and be - argh!" he yelled.
I attached the blaster back together and started using it the way you were supposed to. The deadly way. People around me started falling at a rapid pace, but as more fell, more appeared.
"Isabella! Did you not hear me?! I said go! This is an order!" he yelled.
I didn't make any movements that would say that I would be leaving, but kept on fighting. Although, I did yell, "Give me a name!"
"Laurent...James...and VICTORIA!" He yelled out in between punches.
I looked at him and nodded. We both knew that he wouldn't be able to last any longer without me there to help out, and we were just barely able to hold them all off as it was. Even with Renee. There were just too many people. The only other way was a sacrifice; self-destruct.
I grabbed the keys to our cars and ran out the front door, but not without -of course- having to knock out a few more people.
Our actual garage was at a different location than the house garage. The house garage contained our... I guess the regular cars. At the other garage that Charlie and I fixed up were our real cars. Fast cars. Fast, expensive, tuned up by me, cars. When I say tuned up by me, it that means they have better engines and other parts.
I ran toward the garage - about a five mile run. A mile away from the house, a thunderous 'boom' sounded. I blocked out any emotion that surged through me, but I did say a quiet good-bye to Charlie.
That's when I met my selector, Shane Stanton. About two miles from the garage, a car came up behind me. I thought that it was the people that had attacked me from before, so I did the only thing that came naturally to me. I shot at it. I shot the front tires and the driver's side of the window - all perfect shots. The car screeched to a stop, the driver surrendering.
I put the gun at my side signaling that I accepted their surrender, but any funny business and they're going down.
A man stepped out of the car. He had dirty blond hair, brown eyes and an athletic build up. Quite tall if I may say so myself.
I saw no one else get out of the car other than him, so I figured that he was alone. I was correct.
"State your business," I told him formally and firmly, just like Charlie had taught me. Renee had gone over my tone as well, and formality.
He chuckled and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Straight to the point I see. My name is Shane Stanton. I'm a selector for the school Royal Academy."
I snorted, "I know that school. Not many people get in either. They say you need talent, although, no one ever states what kind of talent. What do you want me for?" I asked him, even though I already knew. Everyone in my family has gone to Royal Academy, so of course I knew all about it. Home of the Vampires. Oh joy, I stated sarcastically mentally. Not really a big fan of the school spirit. That's going to change! My subconscious told me. I groaned internally and honestly; it was right.
"Well don't you know?" He asked astonished. "You're the only kid that I know of that has this excellent of a talent."
I laughed, "Thanks for the compliment, Stanton, but I already knew that," I spat at him, "There aren't very many people like me out there. If there were... well then those other kids are in for a rude awakening." I cracked my knuckles to prove my point, then smiled smugly at him.
"So how about it?" he asked.
I pretended to think about it, although I already knew that I had nowhere else to go and this was probably the best choice for me, but I didn't want to give him the sastisfaction of knowing how truly needing I actually was.
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe. First, I want to run, so try and keep up!"
Then without any other hesitation, I took off running... fast, leaving him behind not bothering to hear his response. If he wants my talent, then he'll follow, I told myself. Sure enough he did take off running after me, but he wasn't as fast as I thought he was. About half a mile away from the garage, I slowed down to a walk. Not because I was tired or anything (I have great endurance), but so he could catch up. He was about a little more than a quarter mile behind.
Finally, he caught up to me about... a long time later. We had already arrived at the house where the garage was.
"You're not very fast," I said straightforward since I never really cared if they felt awkward or anything else. "Not even in good shape either," I added once I saw how hard he was breathing. It looked as if he just ran a huge marathon and he actually only ran two miles. I sighed. "You need a lot more exercise."
I walked up to the old empty house and went around to where the backyard was. I vaulted over the fence easily and turned around to watch how he got over. Sadly, he just climbed over, and even that took him a while.
"What are we doing here?" he asked still a bit breathless.
"I'm getting something," I told him simply.
He stopped asking questions after that since I started being a bit vague. Just a bit. We were nearing a small pond in the middle of the large backyard that was surrounded with smooth and jagged rocks.
"Do you want to go first?" I asked him politely. Well, that's a first.
"Go where?" he asked, "In the house?"
I sighed and pushed him towards the pond. When we were standing on the rocks I said, "Watch out below!" Then I shoved him a bit forwards and he fell into the pond.
I walked back towards the patio, then ran forwards into a cartwheel, backflip, then an aerial into the pond, laughing all the while.
I landed lithely at the bottom only to find Shane rubbing his butt where he fell.
I laughed, "Nice landing."
He smiled sarcastically, "Oh thanks. It was absolutely terrific." I smiled innocently, "Hologram. Very smart. Who's idea was it?"
"Mine. I told father that we might want to hide this place so no one else could get in. What a better way then have the entrance as a pond! Quite hilarious if you ask me. Mother freaked the first time she saw me come down here. She thought I was a tad bit crazier then usual to go flying into a pond - which she thought wasn't very shallow." I laughed as I remembered Renee's face turn from amused, when I was flipping around, to horror as I flipped into the pond.
"You're a very intelligent girl," he told me.
"As if I didn't already know that," I replied smugly.
At the bottom of the pond was a concrete-looking room, but on the north side, there was a complicated-looking door with a number pad and a card scanner.
"You have a card, right?" he asked me warily.
I laughed, "You're not supposed to use a card. That's the way I built it. It's a decoy."
I went to the other side of the door where the pad and scanner was and kicked the bottom twice, then hit the top once. Yet another sophisticated-looking piece of technology slid out from the wall. There was one near my head and another close to my stomach. The one near my head scanned the right side of my face, and checked my eyes for identification. I dipped my fingers into a gel - the drawer with green grid lines near my stomach - and it scanned my fingerprints to make sure I really was someone that was allowed down here. After all of that happened, I spoke my password -which was only voice activated.
Finally the door slid open.
"Well, that took a while," Shane said, while laughing.
I just shrugged, "Usually it doesn't take very long. It only took long because you've delayed me quite a bit."
He caught the pointed look that I was giving him and looked forward. I could see a faint blush builing upon his cheeks. He opened his mouth again to say something, but instead, he gasped, and his eyes got wide. So wide I thought that they were going to fall out of his eye sockets! Well, wouldn't that be a sight? Oh sarcasm.
I walked past Charlie's orange Abt R8 and yellow Maclaren F1 GT and to the left of all of that was Renee's silver Chrysler ME Four-Twelve and Koenigsegg CCX.
My eyes lingered on the cars as I gave a sad sigh. They'll never be able to drive these cars ever again. I told myself. I knew it was wrong to think that they were actually dead, but I saw it. Maybe Charlie made it out... No! I can't think like that. It would only get my hopes up and I didn't want anything like that to happen. At least I can still work on the cars. Oh god. I sound like a bitch right now. Jeez. Get it together, Swan!
"Who's cars are these?" Shane asked me as we passed their cars.
"My parents."
Finally, at the end of the garage, were my own cars. Well, two of them were cars; the other was a motorcycle.
In the middle was my blue Yamaha YZF-R1, to the left was my yellow Chevrolet Corvette Z06 and to the right of it was my silver Saleen S7 Twin Turbo. (A/N: Pictures of cars/motorcycle on profile.)
"Wow," he breathed. "Who owns those?"
I looked at him skeptically. "Mine. Who else would they belong to?"
"Nice."
I smiled, "Thanks. I've done a lot of work on them. All of them actually."
"Wait... you can drive?" he looked at me skeptically.
I snorted, "Um, yeah. I thought you knew that. I mean, why else would the cars be in here if I couldn't drive them?" I thought about it for a second, "Ugh, I would be so depressed if I wasn't allowed to drive at all. Well, good thing I'm me then."
I walked up to my S7 and slid my hand across the hood. I sighed quietly and thought back to all the driving lessons that I got and laughed quietly to myself.
All I'm saying is do you, do you want to lose it all
'Cause this is more than just a dance hall drug
You can't wait to fall in love
All I'm saying is do you, do you want to learn to fly
Then you should pack it up and say goodbye
'Cause when the push comes to the shove, it's just a dance hall drug
I snapped out of my little memory re-run and flipped out my sidekick.
"Uncle Demetri..." I said quietly. I knew he had already gotten the news of my parents' death, and I definitely knew that he was going to have somethign to say about it. See, Demetri isn't really my uncle, but more like one of my trainers... somewhat at least. He's Renee's old assassin buddy.
"Isabella Marie Sawn," he sighed and started over again, "Izz... are you okay?"
"Um... I'm doing fine, Demetri," I replied, slightly confused by his tone of voice. Usually he doesn't call to ask me if 'I'm okay' or anything. Just usually business, or messing around, but never 'Are you okay'.
He chucked quietly, "Yes, I know. Okay, I'll bet that Shane is standing somewhere near you, right?"
I laughed, "Yes sir, he is. But might I ask, how in the world do you know?"
"Izz, I'm astounded. Surely I would know the selectors of the one and only notorious Royal Academy! Kidding. No one really knows about that school... except that it's the best! Oh, and I heard him sigh, and it sounded like the one where he really wants something. That was quite a dead give-a-way. Is he looking at one of your cars?"
"Um, Demetri?"
"Yes Izz?"
"Shut up."
He laughed, "Okay, down to business. You are accepting Shane's proposal and go to Royal, got me?" He told me sternly.
I knew that he wasn't kidding around, but I had already made up my mind to go. I knew that I couldn't be anywhere near Demetri - he had his own problems to deal with.
"No need to be stern, Demetri. I was already going to accept," I told him. "You know the rules of the family."
"That I do, Izz. You'll knock those students and teachers right off their feet, I can promise you that! Are you going to be in their sports?" he asked me.
"Of course! You know that I need to be. Didn't you know that already?" I asked him, a bit astonished that he didn't know.
"Of course I already knew that, Izz." I thought I could even hear his smile over the phone. "Okay, time to go. Tell him that you accept, and I'll make sure that everything's covered up. Don't worry about that... even though you were probably trained not to - okay, off track. Have fun at your new school, Izz!"
"Thank you Demetri. I'll call you when the tests are done." I groaned quietly and hung up.
"So I guess you're driving over there? To Royal I mean." Shane asked me.
I turned around to face him and nodded. He looked longingly at my Corvette and I laughed. He snapped out of his reverie and glared at me.
I threw him the keys to the car, "You can drive from here to Royal." He smiled joyfully and made his way to the driver's side. "If I see one scratch on that car, you're dead and I mean it." I told him seriously. He gulped and nodded, while I laughed quietly.
"Do you think you can ask someone to bring my bike over to the school? I don't want to put it in the car or anything. Might get scratched... never mind. I'll put it in there anyways." I mumbled the last part quietly to myself and popped open the trunk to the S7.
I walked to my Yamaha, snapped up the kickstand and rolled it over to the trunk. I lifted it up easily and gently put it in the back. I made sure to tie it down securely so it wouldn't get thrown around while I was driving.
"Need any help with that?"
Shane stepped up beside me and I smiled at him, "Nope. I'm just about done here. Ready to go?" He nodded and we hopped into our -my- cars.
I started the S7 and revved the engine a couple of times, Shane did the same too.
"How are we getting out of here?" he asked.
I laughed, "The garage door of course! By the way, where's the school?"
"Virginia. It's on the border near Maryland."
"Oh, okay then. Race you to Virginia! First one to the border is the winner!"
I put the S7 into drive and sped off straight for the wall in front of us. Can you guess what it was? Yep, another hologram - programmed by me. We sped off into the night, battling it out for first place as we headed across America. I, of course, was the first one to meet the borderline by 30 seconds but let him lead the way to Royal Academy, laughing all the while.
Royal Academy is a very grand sight to take in all at once, but I somehow managed. The programmers there were smart enough to use holograms to cover everything up, like a huge see - through dome so everyone outside of the gates would see a very expensive looking Prep Academy, but thankfully it was no where near a PREP academy. That would definitely freak me out. Inside the gates was the true grand sight. The building was just as it had looked outside, old and, well, old. There was a track, a soccer/football field, tennis field and all these other amazing things. It was really awesome.
There I met the headmaster, Mr. Granger. He was definitely fit and looked like a spy himself. Handsome with his hazel eyes and dirty blond hair, and tall, but shorter than Shane. Mr. G (as I call him) is a pretty nice guy when he wants to be, and when he's not being the actual headmaster and all. Mr. G's the one that gave me my 'test', but it wasn't anything like I expected.
I was putting all of my stuff into my room - Renee's old room when she went here, Charlie's was down the hallway- and two people crashed into my room! One came through the window and the other through the door. I guess you can say that I wasn't exactly frightened, but I was definitely ready to fight. One of them came at me head on, and my training kicked in. After a while of fighting and toying with each of them, I was able to knock them both down. The two people took off their masks and smiled at me. That was the day that I met my two best friends, Evelyn Angel and Dameon Taylor. (A/N: Pictures of Eve and Dameon on profile.) If I was being honest, they were both absolutely gorgeous. Eve was the prettiest girl that I had ever seen, and she had the biggest heart. She's was 16 (almost 17), tall, blond and had really pretty green eyes. Dameon was absolutely stunning as well, and was just an all around awesome guy. 17, taller than Eve by a few inches, blond, with green eyes. People always think that Eve and Dameon are brother and sister, but they are definitely far from it.
After all of my tests at Royal were over, I trained more, impressed more people, and got myself a title at the academy. I found out that Eve and Dameon were at the top too, but I was the only assassin/spy there. Eve was top spy and Dameon was top assassin. Another thing that I found out was that their idols were, surprisingly, Renee and Charlie.
"Bella!!"
I looked up from Lily White (my white laptop) and saw Dameon and Eve starring at me.
"Are you typing your journal again? I mean, come on. You invited us in, and you just sat down on your bed and forgot about us!" Dameon asked me.
I smiled innocently and nodded and Eve laughed, "Told you, but does anyone ever listen to little Eve?"
I laughed this time. "Eve, you are far from being 'little'. If anyone's little, it's me. I'm still the youngest here at this damn school. They need to get some more talent!"
Dameon sighed, "Bella, that's what we've been trying to tell you for the past 10 minutes. There are five new recruits coming. The youngest one is only a year older than you."
"Great. Just when Shane thinks it's time again to bring new talented students here. Remind me, why do we have to go to this so called 'meeting'?" I asked him, slightly annoyed.
Eve and I looked at him and he sighed yet again, "We have to go because we're the best, and we need to show them what Vampires are like."
I smiled innocently and nodded at him, "Okay then. Let me get out of my pj's and I'll meet you down there. Are we matching?"
Eve nodded at me and pointed to what they were wearing, and I laughed, "Right, okay then. Be down in," I thought about how much time I actually need, "Ten minutes."
They walked out the door, and I closed Lily White and walked over to my walk-in closet. I pulled down A blue tank, a black half-jacket and some skinny jeans. I pulled off my pajamas, an outfit which consisted of shorts and a tank top. I pulled on the clothes and walked back out of the closet. I attached my jewelry to myself - all 3 pairs of earrings, the necklace that Dameon gave me last year, my promise ring from Eve and Dameon, and checked my belly ring. (A/N: Belly ring on profile.) My black heart choker always stayed on. I put on some black eyeliner and dark eye shadow, giving me that shadowy look. I checked myself over once, smiled and walked out of the room, grabbing my sidekick and shoes on the way out.
Eve and Dameon were waiting downstairs. Eve was wearing clothes close to mine, except her tank was green and Dameon was wearing a black tight fitting shirt that showed his muscles with some baggy jeans.
We walked out of the Warren building, moving in sync, readying ourselves for what was to come next. I stood in the middle of them, Dameon to my right and Eve to my left.
"Let's teach these new kids," Eve started.
"What they're really in for," Dameon said.
"Because it's going to be a rude awakening." I finished off.