I waitited on the outskirts of town. I had business to take care of, well I wouldn't really call it business, more like capturing or bringing down some gifteds. I bend down to tied my black converse that started at the end of my black skinny jeans that went well with my black and neon yellow stripped sweater. When I got up I finally got the signal to move out I did. I ran, but before I contuine on, let me tell you why I am an agent.
_9 Years ago_
My mom, dad, sister, and twin brother was being taken from the government. I was begging willing to do anything so they don't hurt them. "Please! I beg of you, don't hurt them I'll do anything." I cried and screamed. Then a burst of wind knocked a few to the ground. Richard, the top dog's son, notice first and went to hug me. They were tears down my checks as he made a promise to me. "I swear I'll make sure you and your family is alright, just say you want to be an agent." He whisper quietly in my ear. "I'll be an agent?" I said. The stopped dead in their tracks as they looked at me. Then the saw it. Back then me and my famliy was cursed. We will be spirt wolves. Spirt wolves is a wolf spirt, but you have to be bitten first. The one that bite me was the queen of Air. And so, that makes me a princess. Governments around the world dream of having a spirt wolf to help them. Not only do we obey like dogs, we can turn into a wolf, rartherly need to be feed, has an element to control, is very hard to kill, and they are rare. Next thing I knew I was in a lab, they were seeing if I was worth it. I showed them everything, but it only saved my mother. She was brained washed so she thinks I been an agent my whole life. I had to go along, not only that but I had a tracking device deep in my skull.
_End_
So do you now understand why I do what I do. I not proud of myself, but not alot of people are. I'm only doing this because I have no choice. So, what are you going to tell me? Find away? Yeah, right and get my mother killed. Never. I look at my patner, Richard, you know the one from the story? He came closer to me and whispered,"Thea, your eighteen they have to let you go sometime." He had short brown hair with sparkling blue eyes. I chuckled as I got three smoke balls. "Yea, and what if they don't?" I said as I threw each one in a different area. "I'm Sorry...I uh" He stuttered. I thought it was a adorable, actually I thought he was cute from head to toe. But, what I don't get is why me? Why have he chose me as his asstisant at ten. Why have he always been there and when he is gone, I miss him. NO! BAD THEA MICHEALLEA GRAY! I often yell at myself for think such thoughts about my master. "On the count of three go." He said as I turn into my transparent wolf. I have white fur and pale gold eyes. I growled as I heard one. Two, I was arched ready to jump. Three. I jumped over the 6 foot tape. As I was running I heard gifteds screaming that they didn't notice me. I laughed, as I turn into my 5 foot 9 inches self. I had white hair that goes all the way down to my butt. Pale gold eyes covered by my bangs that went more to my right eye. I laughed as I said the usual, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just thought about going for a run." It was a lame excuse, but people fell for it all the time. When they asked me for my name I gave them my code one. "Ann Marie Antoine, nice to meet you." I then shaked their hands and said "Now." Then a buch of agents attacked them. Yep, my job is to gain their trust then destoryed them. I laughed as I heard one of them say, "How could you do that to my own kind?" I barked back, "They have my mother!" I had tears in my eyes. Yes, I been called weak because you talk about me or my mother or why am I in the buisness. I get emotional. I turn into a spirt wolf and fled. When I made it to HQ, Richard, of course, was there to make me feel better. After our talk, I went to see one of my good friends. Blasie, she has black hair with one gray highlight in her bangs. She was one inch taller than me making her 5 foot 10. She had a scar on the right side of her face that goes to her eyebrow to her lip that she hides with her bangs. She was Qusatvs, so her powers were black & gray starbolts, flying, superstrength and she liked dark colors like black and gray. I went behide her and tapped her shoulder. "Blasie?" I asked as I kept tapping her shoulder. "If you don't stop, say goodbye to your hands." She stated simply as I backed away and she turned around. "You know I am kidding right?" She said as she looked at me. "Yeah, I know, but I am still scared of you." I said as I carefully made my way to her. "Yea, and thats why we get along." The seventeen year old Blasie said to me. But, before I could answer. Peyton, our messenger gave me and Blasie a scroll and run off. As she muttered, "Strange kid." I opened it. It said...
Chapter 2 coming up soon!