A/N: Heey!!! Here's the sequel. I know it came out a bit late, but... it's summer, and I was out on a vacation. Haha. Sorry though, if anyone's been waiting on me. Hm... I've had a few guesses about who the person was, and... I must say, some were correct. But don't let the fact that you are correct let you grow complacent--you've only guessed one percent of what's to happen in the sequel. Okay, enough blabbering. Here goes the prologue.

Disclaimer: Don't own GW. Never did. Never will. Period.

To Betray Who I Am

Prologue

"Make her perfect, David. Make her perfect."

The desire in his eyes was incredulous. His dream, his fantasy was about to come true. To have the most powerful weapon, to own it, to be able to control it in anyway he wanted--the feeling that it brought about was beyond supreme. Soon, he would have the world served to him on a silver platter, and all he had to do to reach that was to command it.

His ingeniousness and his discontent. The two things that helped him reach this point. He knew long before he rose to become a millionare that he was meant for something greater. He knew that he was meant to control this world, and the people in it. His discontent with the current government only drove this theory of his higher into the skies, and he became more determined to reach his goal of world domination. 'World domination,' he mused, 'what an overused term... I only aspire for the betterment of these people. I'm not like any of those old tyrants who are selfish... No. I am different.'

And different he was. Because he did not join politics to prove his theories. No, he knew better than that. He stayed silent throughout everything that transpired. Instead of busying himself with the useless antics of those silly politicians, he executed the plan that he knew would put him up on a pedestal. It was a flawless plan. He praised himself for even coming up with such a brilliant plan.

"We're done, Sir Anderson."

Giving them a nod, Christian Anderson stepped forward to take a look at their creation.

'She's beautiful,' was the first thought that came across his mind. For she was. Truly, she was. The curtain of black that fanned out behind her, her pale, yet glowing complexion, her pink, rosy cheeks, and those red, pouting lips--nothing else would've looked better than this woman before him. Her beauty was so fragile, yet seductive. And he loved it. He loved it more than he thought he would.

"She is more beautiful than I thought. Did you do something to make her look more radiant?" Christian stretched out a hand to caress her cheek, and he almost smiled at the softness of her skin. It was like he was touching the clouds--the only difference would be that this one was solid, this one was true, and this one, wouldn't fade away.

"We enhanced her physical attributes. But it was only minor work. Sir, I really do not advise you to touch her. She could wake--"

The warning came too late. Before Christian could react, a hand pulled him down and slammed his face flat against the bed. His arm was roughly pulled back, and an immense pressure was applied to the back of his neck. The guards immediately moved, but he stopped them from advancing. Slowly, as not to threaten her, he turned his head to the side so he could talk to her properly.

"Eve, calm down--"

"Who are you? Where am I? What have you done to me? Answer now!" She pulled harder, and the guards moved closer, but again Christian stopped them. He wanted to reach out to her, to establish himself as her superior--and he would do that without the use of any violence or force, for he knew that it would lead to nothing. He had to break this tension himself, if he wanted to earn her trust and respect.

"Listen, Eve. I am Christian Anderson, your superior. You work for me remember?" He paused to see if she eased her hold, but she didn't. "You're an assassin, and I am the one who gives you the assignments. Your last assignment was to kill Council Representative Birkrich. You were supposed to execute that assignment in one week. But you never came back. So we searched for you. And we found you, in the cemetery, at the verge of dying. Don't you remember anything?"

There was silence, and Christian began to think that his doctors and scientists had committed an error somehow, somewhere. But then He felt her grip loosen, and whatever doubts he had instantly eased away. There was nothing to worry about--she just took her time in accepting all the information he just blurted out. "I needed verification," he heard her say, and he couldn't stop himself from smirking.

"I don't hold it against you." Fixing his suit, Christian straightened up and faced her. "You know SOP's better than anyone else. What happened to Birkrich? When you didn't come back in the designated time, we thought he had located you and killed you. It would've been a devastating blow had that happened. You're our best agent yet."

"There were a few minor miscalculations," was her reply, and he noticed how her eyes darkened, "but it won't happen again."

Christian smiled. "I know it won't, Eve. I know it won't."

'Because you're perfect,' he added silently, and at this thought, he allowed himself a smirk. 'You're perfect in any aspect, and better than who used to be. No more of the flawed assassin, Violet Beverly. Eve Carson is who you are now: assassin extaordinaire, and my key to ultimate success. Splendid. Just splendid.'

(end)

A/N: YEY!!! I posted it already! I'm so happy. :) So you're probably confused now, if you read my previous story, See Me As I Am. But don't worry. You'll soon see the pieces of the puzzle fit together. Just hang in there, and review! Thank you. :)

P.S. I won't post the next chapter unless I get five reviews. Thanks again. :)