Scarlett Dixon was the deadliest weapon carved by her mentor and her foster father Mr. Grant Whitehead. She was trained rigorously by League of Assassins and was soon to be called as "Black Phoenix." She was supposed to have her new life in New Orleans with her father and her mother. She was supposed to be happy and be with them. Instead, she was hunting down the killers of her parents.
It all started that night. She was enjoying dinner with her father, who recently announced that they were settling to a different place. Suddenly doorbell ranged and there came two guys dressed in hoodies. There was the exchange of a threat and at last a man shot her father in his head. She saw her father's body, lying there, dead on the floor but she could scream as the man triggered the gun, the bullet hitting on her father's head. She could hear her mother's scream only to be silenced by another bullet. Scarlet saw it with her own eyes. She didn't say a word. She sat helplessly, in front of her dead parents, tears dripping down her eyes.
She was left alone, no one to take care of, she stayed on streets as an orphan. She had to survive, lonely no education and no parents. Most of the orphans she knew stole from people, but then Scarlett ends up beaten and bruised. She was taken by some group of people who claimed as social workers, brought into a small apartment where she sat along with different girls of her age. She was given food that day and given fresh clothes only to realize she was forced into prostitution. She wanted to get out of the abyss but she couldn't, each day she tolerated and prayed to God that it would be her last day on the place.
Few months passed by, Scarlett got hang of it. She kept quiet, put on some skimpy clothes and said nothing. She was impure by now and she had lost her soul, until today something else happened. A wealthy businessman named Grant Whitehead somewhere between the 60s came for an escort. He scanned the little girls in the room and immediately took Scarlett and paid a huge price to the owners.
She reached his apartment which was no better than a palace. Looking at her new place, the girl was curious about the man. As she entered the hallway her eyes were drawn to the pile of books in front of her. The old man stopped and removed his jacket tossing it to the side. He moved swiftly to the side where he had arranged a pile of bottles filled with liquor. Pouring himself a drink, he looked at the little girl.
"Sit!" He had a demanding tone and sat on the coach. Scarlett sat in front of him. Not used to be talked in front, she was now fiddling with her fingers. Although the old man was intently observing her every move. 'She needs a lot of preparation.' He thought to himself.
"Tell me about yourself. Everything from the start." He broke the silence. Scarlett broke her silence with her tears, and she spilled everything she had to share. Her relationship with her dad, their assassination, her recruitment into prostitution. She comfortably filled him every detail of how men stripped of her freedom and how they polluted her. She cried describing each detail and then stopped.
"I cannot forget the place. I wanted to flee..."
"Do you wish to avenge your parents". The question was abrupt.
She was taken aback and stuttered.
"Umm... Uh... Well... I am just a girl!" The last sentence was a whisper. Now in a bit of a loud tone, the old man said,
"Answer me!"
"Yes!" The answer was quick this time as she was scared.
Grant paused for a while and put his glass down after his last sip.
"Hmmm... I see. Here's what you can do. I can drop you where you came from. Or I can prepare you for your transformation. I will train you myself and I will give you enough power that no one, mark my words, no one can lay a finger on you. You will be given proper education and proper training to become a disciplined warrior," He stretched his legs and asked for the ultimatum. "So tell me, Scarlett, what you want to do?"
Scarlett was surprised and she felt like somebody put a bomb in her mind.
"Why me?", She arrived with suspicion.
"Why help me when I have nothing to offer you? What's in it for you?"
He eventually smiled at her innocence and naivety.
"I have my way of helping people. I am an old business-man, unmarried and a part-time philanthropist. I believe you were destined to do many great things, you have the spark. I have however longed for a daughter and why not if I see a daughter in you." He sighed now. "You have been through a lot. Those monsters are out there and maybe there are hurting innocents. Set an example for them and be their savior than cowering here in guilt and sadness. Your choice!"
Her eyes sparked with encouragement. She thanked God for letting her get out of the hell-hole. She did nothing but smile and Grant smiled too.
She kept thinking. Are there really angels? If this man intends me to build her life then why not? What's stopping me if I have it in me? I must put me all faith in him. After a deep breath, she nodded a yes. Little did she knew her only choice was going to change her life forever.