Chapter 1

Thomas sighed as he watched all those beautiful girls being loaded onto the truck. He thought it a shame that his father didn't want him to try them out. His father runs an illegal prostitution ring, well, more like slave ring, seeing as how all these girls were strippers in his father's clubs before they stopped bringing money, after that, they were loaded onto the truck and sold to the highest bidder.

He took the cigars out of his pocket and took one out. He rarely smokes anymore but, occasionally, you have to take one for the nerves. He glanced at the girls again and grinned when he saw a familiar face. It was that redhead, Tracey, who never even wanted to give him a time of the day. Well, if she gave him what he wanted, she may not have been forced to suck some old guy's dick.

He made sure to keep the grin on his face as he walked in Tracey's direction. "Hey, Trace!" He waved at her. She turned around to face him and, because of that, he could now see the tears in her eyes. She was scared, good, serves the bitch right. "Well, would you look at that? You, the biggest prude in the club, are about to become some old dude's slut."

Tracey's expression turned from one of fear to the one of fury. "Screw you, Thomas!" She went to slap him but the guard that was taking her to the truck caught her arm before she could. She struggled to free herself out of his grip, but to no avail, he was too strong. "Why are you doing this!?" She yelled as she began sobbing.

Thomas shrugged as he took a drag out of his cigar. "Why do you think? You stopped bringing money so we are sending you to do the only thing you're good at." He took another drag of his cigar and blew the smoke in Tracey's face, making her cough. "Whoring yourself out." He laughed when her face became outraged.

His laugh was cut off when he heard a shot being fired and he quickly ducked behind one of the crates close by to hide. Seven more shots were heard as he was crouching behind the crates, his whole body shaking out of fear, before he felt something cold touching his forehead. He raised his head to see a dark haired woman, towering over him, one handgun in each of her hands. She was about 5'10 feet tall, with straight, medium-length black hair, ocean blue eyes, beautiful white, but not too pale face, long legs and muscular but still feminine body. She wore a black crop top, black leather jeans, black high heel boots and black fingerless gloves. She had a confident smirk on her full pink lips.

"Pl-please, don't kill me." He pleaded pathetically, making the woman roll her eyes at him. "Please…" He paused because he started sobbing. "Please don't kill me." His sobs turned to full out crying as soon as he finished the sentence. "I-I don't want to die!"

The woman moved the gun from his head to his stomach. "You know, I heard everything you said to that girl. And I believe you deserve everything you are about to get." Those were the last words he heard before he heard a shot being fired and felt an unbearable pain in his gut.

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Cassandra turned away from the man she just killed as soon as his lifeless body slumped down the crate he was hiding behind. She headed towards the redhead girl she now knows is called Tracey, and simply walked over the people she killed. Honestly, this job was just one big disappointment, only eight guys and one sniveling brat to kill. They didn't even have time to try and shot her, as soon as she killed one of these guys, she teleported to kill the other, it took her less than ten seconds to kill them all. Well, the jobs bring money, and Cassandra likes money.

She stood in front of Tracey, who was lying on the ground, staring up at her with wide and fearful eyes. "Where is Delilah Langston?" When the girl didn't answer her she closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath to keep herself from becoming angry. When she was sure she had her anger under control she crouched in front of the girl and repeated the question, slowly this time. "Where is Delilah Langston?"

The girl shook her head. "Um, what?" Cassandra rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to repeat the question, again, but before she could, Tracey spoke up again. "Oh, Delilah, she's in there." She said as she pointed to her left.

Cassandra's gaze went to where the girl was pointing to see a eighteen wheeler truck. She then looked at the girl and nodded slightly. "Right, thanks." She patted the girl's shoulder. "See you around." She stood up and headed to the truck.

Cassandra was given a job from some politician to find and return his runaway daughter. It appears the girl ran away with her boyfriend, who her father didn't really like, because he had a record. That same boyfriend left her as soon as he found out that he wouldn't get any of the girl's father money, so she was left to her own devices. Her being young and naïve led to her becoming a stripper for one of the Miami's weaker crime bosses, when her father found out about that, he wasn't happy, to say the least. This being a potential embarrassment, he wanted to bring her back, but didn't want to hire a normal private detective to do that, so he hired Cassandra, who is known to be… discrete.

Cassandra went to the truck's trailer to see it closed. With her right hand she took out the gun from the holster and with her left she grabbed the door latch. She opened the door quickly and immediately teleported, missing a bullet that was aimed at her. She reappeared behind the guy who shot at her and shot him in the back of his head.

She looked around, at six frightened girls, to find Delilah Langston. When she spotted the girl's blonde hair she grinned at her. "Bingo." She put the gun back in the holster and moved to untie her. When the girl tried to get away from her Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Relax, geez, I'm here to set you free." The girl still looked frightened, but she nodded nevertheless.

When Cassandra untied her, the girl started rubbing her wrists while Cassandra went to free other girls. When she untied them all she pointed at Delilah. "You are coming with me. Your father paid me to bring you back to him." The girl's eyes widened, but she nodded. Seems like she figured out that it would be better for her to go back to her father, rather than continue living on her own, with no job, no money and the danger of being kidnaped again. Cassandra then looked around at other girls. "As for the rest of you, girls, I've secured you a ride to your homes, or families, or whatever. Just lay low for a while, if you're staying in Miami."

When she got all the girls, including Tracey, to follow her, Cassandra led them towards the warehouse exit to meet up with the man she brought to drive them home, Harry. Harry is a conman that owes Cassandra a favor, some months ago, he conned a wrong man and was about to be killed when Cassandra showed up, she was paid to kill the man he crossed by another, more powerful man, there is always a bigger fish. Seeing how she saved his life, he decided to stick around her until he repaid his debt. Cassandra, seeing how she will never actually need his help, decided to let him help her bring these girls to their homes. So she can finally be rid of him.

As soon as they got out of the warehouse, she saw Harry leaning against his van. When he spotted her, Harry stood up straight and waved at her, like she didn't already see him. He moved to meet her halfway and glanced at the girls with lecherous grin. "So, which ones are mine?" He asked as he gave what appeared to be a poor attempt at flirtatious look to one of the girls behind her.

Cassandra rolled her eyes at him. "All but this one." She said as she pointed her thumb at Delilah. Her eyes then narrowed at him. "And, you will bring them to their homes or wherever they ask you to bring them, and nothing else. You won't try to flirt with them, sleep with them and you will be respectful towards them." She paused. "You know what? Don't even talk or look at them unless if you ask for directions, clear?"

Harry nodded quickly, he might be a conman and brave enough to cross crime bosses, but trying to cross Cassandra is not being brave, it's being crazy. "Yes, all clear." He said as he waved his hands in front of his face, as if to make a point.

Cassandra nodded slightly. "Good." She then turned to the girls, her talk with Harry over, hopefully she won't have to see him ever again. "Alright, girls, this guy will take you wherever you want, don't worry, you'll be safe with him. If anything happens to you his life won't be worth much." She glanced at Harry to make it clear that was a threat. Harry swallowed audibly but said nothing. She then turned to look at Delilah. "You, as I said, are coming with me."

Delilah nodded. "Alright." After that everyone went where Cassandra told them to go. Harry and six of the girls went into the van to go who knows where and Cassandra and Delilah went to Cassandra's 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. As soon as they entered the car, the girl turned her head to look at Cassandra. "Um, thanks for saving me."

Cassandra glanced at her as she started the car. "Yeah, don't worry about it." And with that, she started driving towards the meeting spot.

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Lisa woke up with a start when she felt someone's fear. When she got out of her sleepy and frightened daze she sighed as she figured out the fear was coming from her next door neighbor. She rubbed her eyes and slowly got out of her bed, there was no way she was gonna fall asleep again. "Damn, Mr. Lewis and his nightmares." She muttered to herself as she saw it was only two o'clock in the morning. Mr. Lewis was in military for thirty years and he got a big case of PTSD so these nightmares weren't rare. But Lisa's shields aren't as strong when she sleeps so she can feel his every emotion. Cassandra, her older sister, offered for them to move away, someplace with bigger yard so their neighbors are a little farther away from them, but then Lisa would have to switch schools, and she didn't want to leave her friends and boyfriend behind. Of course, she didn't mention her boyfriend, because, if she did, they would move away no matter what she says.

She sighed as she went out of her room and moved to check whether Cassandra was home yet. When she peeked into her room and saw no one there, she sighed again. "Let's hope she is out because she was on a date that went well, not because of a job." She muttered to herself as she went down the stairs to find something to snack on.

Cassandra is, to Lisa's knowledge, a private investigator. She often stays out late because of her job, or because she goes to the hotel room with one of her many 'friends', as Cassandra likes to call them, Lisa just calls them booty calls. Lisa doesn't think she would even bother with hotel rooms if it weren't for Lisa's empathy. Sure, Cassandra is immune to her powers because they are sisters, but her booty calls are not.

Lisa opened the fridge, took out the half-eaten box of pizza and put it in the oven to heat up. As it was heating up, Lisa went to the living room to find something to watch. When she found reruns of Friends she put the remote down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and went back to the kitchen to wait for the pizza to heat up.

Their house wasn't what some would call large, but it was well furnished and equipped with newest technology. Everything they had was modern and almost new. Cassandra makes sure to redecorate the house at least once a year, usually when Lisa is on vacation from school and goes to their beach house in California to spend some time on the sun. They aren't, to Lisa's knowledge, really rich, but they are well richer than middle class.

When pizza heated up, Lisa went to sit on sofa and watch Friends while eating. Friends were always her favorite show, she guesses it's because when their father left their mother for some younger woman and their mother committed a suicide, seven years ago, when she was nine, Cassandra took a two months leave from the army and every night, before they went to sleep, they watched the show together. Of course after those two months were up, Cassandra had to leave her with their grandmother. About a year later, however, Cassandra was dishonorably discharged because she broke her commanding officer's jaw.

She was halfway through her second episode of Friends when she heard the front door being opened. Less than a minute later Cassandra came inside the living room with a shopping bag in hand. When she noticed her sister on the sofa, watching TV, she raised an eyebrow. "Hey, midget, why aren't you in bed?" Lisa narrowed her eyes at the familiar nickname. Lisa was an identical replica of a teenage Cassandra, only shorter.

"Stop calling me 'midget'." She muttered, but Cassandra only laughed while going towards the kitchen to put the bag on the dining table. "And, I could ask you the same question!" She yelled loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. Cassandra returned from the kitchen, beer in each hand and flopped down on the sofa while offering one beer to Lisa. "Worst parent ever." Lisa muttered as she took the offered beer.

"Hey, I don't see you complaining!" She yelled defensively. "Plus, if I didn't give you beer once in a while, you would just go somewhere else to get drunk. Better to have you drunk here, while I'm close." At that, Lisa just shrugged, it was true enough. "And, as for your question, I was on a job. Now, you answer mine."

Lisa sighed before taking a sip of her beer. "Mr. Lewis had another nightmare." She said softly. Cassandra knew that her shields weren't as good when she sleeps so she understood the problem right away.

Cassandra nodded slightly, unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about that. "Whatcha watching?" She decided to change the subject. When she glanced at the TV she smirked slightly. "Friends, huh?" Lisa nodded and took a bite of her pizza. "Hey, where's my pizza?" When Lisa just opened and closed her mouth, as if to try and defend herself, Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "You ate it all, didn't you?"

Lisa smiled at her apologetically. "I love you." Cassandra just shook her head, but there was a hint of an amused smile on her face, she then turned to watch the TV with Lisa. "Oh, right, the mechanic called today." When Cassandra hummed, as if to ask 'what did he say', Lisa continued. "He said he fixed my car." She informed before taking a sip of her beer.

Cassandra nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll drive you to the mechanic tomorrow after school." Lisa hummed her agreement. They watched TV together for about twenty more minutes before Cassandra yawned. "I better go to bed now." She got up from the sofa and started walking toward the stairs, when she got to the stairs, she paused and turned her head to look at Lisa. "Try to get some more sleep, alright?"

Lisa waved at her without turning from the TV. "Alright, sleep tight." Cassandra just sighed and headed up the stairs, to her room. She really hoped Lisa would listen to her and try to fall asleep, but Lisa being like she is, which is a lot like Cassandra, she will probably disregard her advice and do whatever the fuck she wanted to do.

As soon as she got to her room, Cassandra took a quick shower and crawled into her king sized bed. She fell asleep soon after that.

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An eighteen year old Cassandra walked through the mall with her two best friends Susie and Jessica. They were there to buy dresses for their senior prom, which was only about two weeks away. Cassandra and Susie already bought their dresses but Jessica was always picky with her dresses, so, right now, they were following Jessica as she tried on and dismissed all of her dresses. Cassandra couldn't help but glance at the recruiter for the military every time they passed him by, she always wanted to be a soldier.

Cassandra sighed, there was no way for her to become a soldier, as soon as she tried, they would take all those tests and figure out she was a mutant. Then, off to prison she goes. "Hey, Cassandra, are you alright?" She heard Susie, her blonde best friend, ask from beside her.

Cassandra gave her a slight, fake smile. "Yeah, fine." Susie gave her a searching look but before she could press the issue, Jessica, her brunette best friend squealed loudly.

Cassandra and Susie turned their heads to look at Jessica to see her looking at a beautiful yellow dress that was on display. "This dress…" She took a deep breath. "This dress is perfect." She squealed again before running into the store.

Cassandra shook her head slightly. "Yeah, so was the one you tried before that one." She muttered before moving to follow her friend into the store. While she was entering the store she glanced at the band that was playing, dreadfully bad, in front of it. And because she didn't watch where she was going, she bumped into someone who was exiting the store and the force of impact made her fall on her butt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I wasn't…" She stopped talking once she looked up and saw that she bumped into a large, muscular African-American man in his middle forties wearing an officer's uniform.

"You alright down there?" He asked her with an emotionless face. She shook herself out of her daze and nodded before getting up. "Alright then, be more careful in the future." He nodded to her before walking away. Cassandra watched him as he left, that man was seriously intimidating, and not only because of his uniform. Something in that man just screamed power to her.

"Hey, Cassandra!" She heard Susie, who entered the store before her, calling her. "What are you just standing there for? If I have to suffer through Jessica's hunt for the perfect dress, so do you." Cassandra turned to look at Susie and nodded before walking up to her.

About half an hour later, finally, Jessica found the perfect dress, it was a red strapless dress from one of the first stores they were in. After that long and tiring shopping trip, and every shopping trip with Jessica was long and tiring if you ask Cassandra, they decided to go to the food court for a bite to eat. As Jessica was skipping ahead of them, Susie was taking her time to tease Cassandra about how Mallory, Cassandra's girlfriend, won't be able to take her eyes of her when she sees her in her dress.

"I think she prefers me without a dress." Cassandra shot back with a smirk, she thoroughly enjoyed the disgusted look that comment gave her. If Susie wanted to tease her, she'd have to try harder than that. Cassandra glanced at Jessica to check on her so she won't get lost in the mall again, yes, again. Her eyes widened when she saw Jessica was skipping right into the fountain. "Jessica!"

Jessica didn't stop but she opened her eyes. "Wha…" Before she could finish that sentence she tripped and started falling into the fountain. She closed her eyes in preparation for the impact she knew was coming, but after a couple of seconds, after no impact came, she opened her eyes to see she was in Cassandra's arms. She looked around to see that the fountain a couple of feet behind her and sighed in relief. "Wow, thanks."

Cassandra, however, was too busy looking around to see if someone saw her using her powers to even hear Jessica talking. Just as she was sure nobody saw her, she noticed the black officer she ran into earlier studying her. Her eyes widened in fear as various terrible thoughts started swirling through her head. All those thoughts had two things in common however, he's going to tell and her life is over.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice her friends calling her name. "Cassandra, are you alright?" It was Jessica's worried voice that finally got through to her. She turned her head to look at her and blinked a couple of times. "You alright?" Jessica asked her again, since she appeared to be lost in her thoughts.

Cassandra nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine." She lied since there was no use in making them worry about it. What could they do?

Jessica glanced down and smiled slightly. "Cassandra, you know I love you and think you are really cute, but I don't swing that way." She told her teasingly.

Cassandra looked at her questionably. "What are you…" She stopped when she glanced down and saw she still had her arms around Jessica. "Oh, right, sorry." She spoke while releasing her from her hold and taking a step back.

Susie looked at Cassandra with worried eyes. "Are you sure you're alright?" She asked because Cassandra was acting really strange. At times like these, Cassandra would usually make some smart-ass and narcissistic comment.

Cassandra tried to smile reassuringly at both of them. "Yeah, I'm fine." When she got doubtful looks, she rolled her eyes. "Really, I'm fine." She subtly glanced at the place the man was standing to see him gone. "So, how about that food? I'm starving." She said, trying to take the attention away from her and to the food.

Jessica smiled brightly and nodded, she always had a short attention span god bless her. "Yeah, let's go." She started walking towards the food court, Cassandra and Susie at her heels. Cassandra didn't miss the worried glances Susie sent her way, she decided to ignore them however.

When they got the food, Cassandra barely touched any of it. She was too nervous to even think about food, let alone eat it. There were still thoughts about what happened swirling through her head. She managed, however, to smile at her friends and join their conversation here and there, just enough not to be asked why she was so silent. She could simply tell them that she was seen using her powers, they already knew she is a mutant, but what good would that do?

After they were done eating, they left the mall and, after hugging goodbye, Jessica and Susie headed to Susie's car, since they were both going in the same direction, while Cassandra went to her own 2003 Fiat Punto. She was just about to unlock the car when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey!" She turned around to see the man who saw her using her powers earlier walking up to her. Cassandra's eyes widened and she looked around for a way to escape, but there was none. She turned her head back to look at the man who was already just a couple of feet in front of her. "You alright? You look a little pale there." He asked her with a slight smirk.

Cassandra could feel her hands were sweating, so she wiped them on her pants while nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine." She cringed at how afraid her voice sounded, even to her ears.

The man nodded and offered her a hand with a recruitment form in it. "I saw you looking at this. Maybe you should try and enroll if you want." He told her with an emotionless face. Cassandra opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off. "No, really, take it. You don't have to enroll if you don't want to, but you should know that you could if you wanted to." She could hear in his words what he wanted to say, even though she's a mutant she could enroll. He looked at his watch and handed her the recruitment form. "Here. I have to go now. But, I hope I'm going to see you again." He nodded to her before starting to walk off.

Cassandra looked down at the form before looking up at the man who was walking away. "Who are you, anyway?" She called out to him.

The man stopped in his tracks and turned his head so he can look at her from the corner of his eyes. "I'm Marcus Johnson, but they call me Fury." And, with that said, he walked away. Cassandra looked down at the form and smiled slightly. Now, if only she could escape the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy, but it's gonna be hard when she would be surrounded by all those muscular chicks. Ah, she's gonna cross that bridge when she comes to it.

AN/ So, this is Cassandra's other story, I think it's better written, has a better origin and well, it's better. I would welcome feedback on what story I should continue. I would rather continue with this story than with the other, since it's less complicated and seeing how Cassandra already has an established life here, so it would be more interesting. The mistake I made with The Black Knight was that I tried to make Cassandra too epic, and I made her a sorcerer when I don't know much about magic in Marvel multiverse. Now, I know you are probably wondering whether Cassandra will be as interesting in this fanfiction. She will be, she will be insulting, joking, seductive, but here, she will have a softer side to her, her sister. I changed her appearance a little from The Black Knight and I also changed her powers. Now, she has short range teleporting not unlike Nightcrawler's. Only Cassandra can't teleport as far as Nightcrawler but her teleporting is a little faster than his. We just saw she could teleport twice in the blink of an eye in her teenage years, now she's a little faster, and her teleportation doesn't give of any smoke, it's just she disappears from one place and reappears on another, it's like you blink and she's gone.

Now, for this story, if you know who Marcus Johnson you will notice that I took a lot of freedom with his origin, he isn't army ranger but military for one, also he is the first director of the organization he's going to work for, not unlike the MCU, so I pretty much made him to resemble his character in MCU instead of comics. And you're probably asking 'why do you always have to make flashbacks?' Well because they are fun, and plus, these ones will be only about four years long, and they will build Cassandra's character.

Let me know which story you want continued