Author's Note: (MUST READ) Everything that is posted thus far will be edited because looking back on my 8th grade writing skills, they simply were not the greatest I had intended them to be. So, with this said, I am making slight changes here. Nothing major. But I think they will be much better when it is finished.

Prologue:

2:42 A.M.

Death. Sacrifice. Anger. Pain. Pressure. Revenge. Those haunting words repeated themselves over and over in her head as she kicked and punched through the lifeless sandbag hanging before her.

Fresh beads of sweat were rising to the surface of her pores, forcing older ones to drip down the contours of her face to her arms, abdomen and then legs. The pain from doing all this wrecked through her body, but she ignored it. Her emotional thoughts completely overriding the warnings her body was signaling her.

"Keep going! Keep going!" she whispered to herself in between breaths. Her sharp eyes never leaving the dead weight bag.

RING!

She stopped, listened and waited. In silence. Only the echoes of her body desperately heaving as much oxygen as possible.

Then, from nowhere, two needles shot from opposite ends of the wall towards her. Quick at her reflexes, she back-flipped and caught both pointers before she landed perfectly on her feet. Small speckles of sweat fell to the floor, and a set of four needles were released. Not even catching another gulp of beautiful air, she flipped herself back again. Gracefully twisting, much like fresh silk gently dancing and flowing with the air before its soft fabric graces the ground. She landed yet again, perfectly. With the six total needles. Three in each hand.

One final shot was made at her, directly between the eyes. And she knew it.

Her face turned away, and as she faced forward again, the last needle was trapped perfectly between pearly white teeth.

A cunning smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Perfect." She whispered, "Perfect, every time."

At that moment, the door opened to reveal a woman clad in her dressing robe and silk night dress standing at the frame of the door. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her eyes were droopy and tired from her disturbed sleep.

"Darling, you must go to bed." Her exhausted voice said, quite sternly.

The girl turned and gave her a small smile.

"Je sais, maman."

"The engagement party is at 10 in the morning. You don't want your eyes to be puffy, do you?" The mother continued.

"I know, I will get some rest after I shower." The young girl replied calmly.

"You best, otherwise you'll look terrible for the photos! Imagine that!"

"Alright, alright. Good night, mother."

"Good night." The woman replied, closing the door behind her.

She grabbed a small white towel that hung over the barre in the room and gently pressed it against her face. The fresh aromas of clean linen detergent drifted into her nostrils, while the fibers absorbed the sweat bubbling from her pores.

Across the room was a large mirror that stretched along the wall, much like one seen in a dance studio. The girl walked over to it to glance at her reflection.

She sighed in sadness at what she saw standing before her.

"I'll come back, Mother. I promise. You just have to wait for me a little longer."

A.N. I hope you enjoyed this version of my first chapter better! My love to everyone!