Chapter One


Trembling, she closed her eyes, hoping to make everything just melt away. But when Cameron opened her eyes, much to her disappointment, the men were still there, staring her down. She just wished they would kill her already. She knew they were going to anyway, and she didn't know anything about her parents. All she knew was that they couldn't talk about their work, and though she barely saw them, she still loved them more than anything. Oh, wake up call. Here comes that guy with the beard again, oh what a bundle of joy, she thought.

"Come on kid, drop the crap. We know that you know your parents, and their line of work. Don't act like they don't tell you." The man said.

"What are you talking about?" she repeated once again.

She had said that so many times now, it didn't feel true anymore. She knew what was coming, though, the ice bucket. As usual, when those men didn't believe her, they dragged her over to the tub of ice and stuck her face in it. Even though she had gone through this many times by now, the ice still shocked her body and made her feel like ice was pulsing through her veins.

"Why are you keeping me alive? I seriously don't know anything, so can you get it over with and just kill me already? Because all this constant pain is really tiring me out," She mumbled.

"Yeah you're right, what do you have to live for? Your parents are dead, and you apparently know absolutely nothing about what they do to the world." The man sarcastically responded.

She couldn't respond. Her whole world froze, and all she could hear was her breathing.

"Wh—what? Are you saying that you killed…" she stuttered in disbelief, hearing her voice break.

The man nodded. Tears streaming down her face, she felt so many emotions that she didn't even know what they were anymore. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted…by a man crashing through the window. What is it now? She just didn't care anymore. He was fit, muscular, but all she could see was his shadow. He knocked one man with a series of difficult looking punches, and barreled the second man into the wall. Ouch. She jumped when she felt a tough hand grabbing her arm, and heard a deep voice growling, "Come on, and hurry up." She was then heaved through the window, and a piece of glass jutted into her side. She winced, and heard a muffled "Sorry." She turned to see the man, and was surprised at his appearance. Though his face was partially shadowed, she saw a lot of scars, and icy blue eyes.

"Well…uhm…my name is Michael Westen," He said awkwardly. "And you're going to be staying with me for awhile."