Putting The Gun Down
Prologue: A New Beginning
My eyes slowly opened. I was lying on a rigid bed blinded by the room being overwhelmingly bright despite its dull, stone grey walls. The seemingly perfect white tiled floor helped reflect the lights from the ceiling as well as the round lights placed in the walls themselves. Aside from the bed the only thing that remained in the room was a simple grey desk and a small grey dresser. It felt like I had been taken to a hospital without the horrid smell and the large amounts of medical equipment.
My vision cleared. I wasn't the only one in the room. Standing in front of the door, across from the bed was a man who looked like he was in his late thirties but had aged conceivably well. His short blonde hair was only slightly slicked back, which matched his professional black suit and tie. His craggy face and piercing green eyes gave me an uneasy feeling that told me to run. But I didn't.
His face grew into a smirk. He was waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't. My thirteen year old self was too terrified by the man who stood before me. He sauntered towards the bed as I sat up. I didn't feel like I was in a hospital anymore.
"Hello Elizabeth." My body began to tremble at the sound of his voice. It was deep and extremely monotone, and it fit perfectly with his appearance. "Don't worry," he said, the small smirk still placed on his lips. "You aren't in prison anymore. Your death was confirmed less than six hours ago. It was a suicide. After you murdered your foster mother, you couldn't cope with the guilt."
"I didn't kill her," I responded quietly looking down at my lap while tears formed in my eyes. That was the only time in the two years I knew him, I had ever spoken to the man.
He ignored my statement. "My name is Wade. I work for the government. We have decided to give you a second chance." Wade spoke like a drill sergeant. He wasn't offering, he was telling. "You are one of the most talented gymnasts of your age. I don't know if you've heard but apparently they think you could have won the gold medal at the Olympics. Once you were of age of course." I didn't understand. "You have been training your entire life, which will make it much easier to train you for your future. The only downside about you was how extensive your paper trail was, but that just means you'll be confined to the inside for awhile, so people can," he paused for a moment letting me sink in what he was saying, "Forget about you." Wade got close to my face and whispered with pride, "You are the youngest recruit we've ever had. And you will be the best." He backed away but stopped before he exited. "Welcome to Division."