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My name is Cameron Ann Morgan but my friends call me Cammie...my enemies know me as "The Chameleon".

You're probably wondering what I'm talking about, I may seem like a normal eighteen year old girl. I'm plain with golden brown hair and amber highlights, hazel eyes and light skin. I'm average I look like any other teenager my age. My friends tend to disagree with that description and tell me I'm much prettier than I believe to be.

That's not the truth, its only my cover.

I may look average but my life is far from it. I have enemies, I don't have parents and I don't go to school like a normal girl would.

I am an Assassin...I kill bad people for a living.

That's my real truth.

I use to be a normal girl, I had two wonderful and loving parents, the best of friends and I was an honor roll student. It was a great life but that all changed when I was fifteen years old.

I lived in a normal neighborhood where everyone knew the neighbors. I lived in a two story house with a two car garage. My mom was a well known lawyer and my father...I never really knew what he did exactly, all he would ever tell me was that he helped people with their problems. Whatever his job was it payed well enough to have a roof over our heads and food on the table. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either.

I was 15 years old, I was a sophomore at the local high school. I was an honor roll student who did well in class and had good and trusting friends. I thought that everything was good and well, I had everything I ever needed or ever wanted. I respected my parents and their rules. A normal suburban girl.

Then one day, my whole world changed. I was at home with my parents. Mom was finishing up a case in her office and my father was cooking dinner, mom couldn't cook to save her life, so dinner was always left to dad. I was in the living room finishing up homework for school. That was our normal routine, a regular family with a normal routine.

Then there was a knock at the door...

I looked up toward the front door, we lived in a neighborhood who everyone knew each other so it probably was one of our neighbors knocking, was what I thought.

My father asked for me to get the door, he was finishing up dinner, so like the good girl I was I answered...it was a mistake.

I opened the front door but instead of seeing a neighbor I saw a group of men. They wore black clothing and were very tall and strong looking. If it hadn't been for the porch light I probably wouldn't have been able to see their faces. Their faces held no emotion and their eyes were black with no light in any of them. They were quiet and said nothing when they saw me...we were quiet, nothing was said between either of us. I just sat there staring, frozen in fear.

I was frozen in fear but not for their faces or their presence but for what they all held in their hands...guns. Black and silver guns, if I looked closer I would see that they also had knives hidden under their clothes.

My father must have sensed something wrong when I didn't say who it was. He came toward the door and opened it wider, but when he saw what it was, he yelled and grabbed my arm just as those men began to fire their guns. We fell to the side and scrambled toward the kitchen. I had hoped mom had heard the gunshots and called the police.

They raided the house, looking for something or someone. My father grabbed and pulled me toward the closet door. He looked at me and told me to hide to not come out until it was safe. He pushed me and closed the door but not before telling me "I love you Cammie. I'm sorry".

He left.

I was scared. I tried looking through the keyhole of the closet door but all I saw was black. I couldn't see anything but I could hear.

There was screaming, and banging and it seemed that they were still here. There were no more gun shots just chaos. Then...

It got quiet.

There was no sound. All I could here was my heart pounding in my chest.

Some time passed but nothing happened. For a second I thought it was all a dream, that I was asleep in my bed that my parents were in their room sleeping while I was having a a bad dream...

No.

It was a nightmare.

I began to smell something, It was beginning to get harder to breath. I realized. I was awake and I was inhaling smoke.

I sprang up and opened the door. There was smoke every where I turned. I did not know if my parents were still alive, but I needed to get out and call someone.

My home it was burning. Somehow I had managed to get outside, where the whole neighborhood was standing, watching as my whole house burned. The police and fire department began to arrive. After that, it was all a blur.

They had somehow managed to control the fire, they put it out just as the sun climbed out from behind the moon. It was dawn, I was sitting in an ambulance waiting for someone to tell me if my parents were okay.

A man appeared to my right, he was talking but I could barely hear what he was telling me... "We searched the whole house but there was no one else inside."

I blanked after that.

My whole life changed that very night. My parents were somehow either missing or dead, without their physical bodies it was hard to say. The official report says that the cause was arson but as for my parents...missing. I told the police what had happened but even as they investigated, they could find no evidence of all that I had reported. In the end, I was left homeless and without my family.

Since I was still a minor, I would have gone to live with a relative but with my aunt living out of the country and my grandparents too frail to take care of me, I went to live with a friend of the family.

His name was Joseph Solomon.

He had known my parents since high school. He went to college with my parents and he was my fathers best friend. He just happened to also be my godfather.

He wasn't a stranger and he treated me like I was his own daughter. He was also the one who told me the truth.

The truth about my dad and his job. My father was a CIA agent. He was a double-agent to be specific.

When my father was in college, he and Joe had been recruited to the CIA. Their mission was to infiltrate a dangerous and well known gang, The Circle of Cavan.

My father used his abilities as his cover, he was their assassin. His job was to kill any and all enemies that were a threat to the Circle of Cavan. He acted like he was on their side but the truth was he was collecting intel on their gang and giving it to the CIA.

Something went wrong. The gang discovered the truth about my father and who he really was. They tried to kill him.

My father did what he does best...he disappeared.

After I learned the truth, he told me that the people I had seen enter my home and burn it were members of the Circle of Cavan, he told me that he and his colleagues at the CIA were doing everything in their power to find out where the gang is and to take them out. So far they've had no luck.

During my stay with Joe, I was taught martial arts and I learned the ways of espionage. He said I was a natural just like my father. Within six months, I had mastered all forms of fighting and even learned how to use a gun properly. I trusted Joe in helping to find my parents and in taking care of me but I knew that I needed to look for them on my own.

The best way to do that was to follow in my father's footsteps.

I became an assassin.

I got into the assassin business to earn money and look for my parents.I was excellent at what I did, no one expects an assassin to look like a teenage girl. Eventually word of my skills got to the gangs and they started to hire me, so I took care of their dirty messes and began taking out any enemies I was hired to. I'm not very proud of what I do, but it's the only way to find my parents and the gang that took my life away from me, and when I find that gang, then I'll be able to get my revenge on them and put them away for good.

This is how I came to be The Chameleon.