Lookie! It's Aktress, back with another poorly-written fanfiction!

My last story, Muffins of Doom, was a complete flop. And a total Mary-Sue. So at the end, some of you may remember a figure coming in, blowing Rosella to smitherines, and exiting the story riding a pig off into the sunset.

This figure caught my and the voice in my head whom I named Queenie's attention. So Queenie convinced me to write this story. I later thought, This girl is so cool, why not give her a SERIES? So this is like The Nightmare Begins of The Rue Era!

*NOTE- This may sound COMPLETELY like The Nightmare Begins. But just stick with it. Believe me, if you like randomness, pigs, Mary-Sue death, AND pie, continue reading this!

Chapter 1: Graduation Day

It was an important day at Ralati Acadamy for the Gifted, otherwise known to the students as the acadamy. Their grand theater was filling up, where talent shows, special preformances, the acadamy's yearly play, and this one event were shown.

You see, Ralati Acadamy is not your ordinary acadamy. It trains boys and girl at the young age of three until they are in level 8, (Grade six, in simple terms) where they graduate into full fledged agents. Ralati specializes in secret agents, spies, scientists, and even invaders, you might say.

All the students flocked into the theater like a bunch of ruffled chickens, the Level eights in the front, and the Littles in the back, staring with admiration and jealousy, dreaming of the day they would graduate.

But behind the closed iron gates of Ralati, there are too many secrets then have been heard by the simple human ear... there have been rumors though. Rumors of inhuman things. Some claim they've seen people fly over the gates, others with speed as fast as a cheetah. Others say they know they use insane gadgets, things not even the secret services could dream up. Even reports of aliens have made their way around...

But the acadamy had people who also couldn't go to school at the actually acadamy. That' why like every good collage, some people could keep in touch using a special webcam kind of website called the Swollen Eyeball Network. Everyone had a special username for it.

The theater buzzed with excited and nervous chatter as all the students sat, and they grew silent as a tall man climbed up the stairs slowly, and took his place at the microphone. He coughed and smoothed his green robes. His name was Headmaster Green, based on the colors he wore, and his pericing green eyes. Littles gossip and tell stories that he killed a man just by staring at him once.

"Welcome, Agents-to-be! you are some of the finest agents this world knows and has to offer! And that means of everyone, not just you kidos! Good for you," Headmaster Green anounced. There were loud cheers from the agents. Green smiled and silenced them. "Sitting in the front row however, are our graduating agents who have gone through countless hours of training and small missions to get to where they are now!

"Each is assigned differently, based on their skills, they will succeed, if I know my dear students!" He chuckled. "There, they will acess all information, and surviving the missions we send them on, no matter the cost! When they finish, they will press a small button on their wrist-watches to alert us, earning our congradulations, and a small box of snickerdoodles."

There was a roar from the crowd and screams of "Go, Agents!" and "Yeah, Snickerdoodles!" were heard.

"Now let the great assigning begin!" The crowd was silent, except for the Level Eight, all eager to be assigned.

"Step forward, Agent Blu," Green announced and a short girl with long black hair twirled onto the stage gracefully. "Ah, Blu! One of our best dancers in the acadamy," Green chuckled. "We were going to send you on a mission to Jupiter..."

Blu's normally cheerful face suddenly dropped and turned pale. "Bu- but everyone knows life is unsustainable on Jupiter!" Blu nearly whispered, terrified. Not even with all the amazing technolodgy of the acadamy could anyone survive on the planet. Green nodded.

"Yes, that was your mission. To see if life was sustainable at all. But due to how your grades have improved, and how you knocked a substitute teacher out cold in martial arts yesterday, you have been assigned to a murder mystery at a ballet studio in Paris."

Blu's eyes lit up. "Yes!" She loved solving murder mysteries, and everyone knew she had every Nancy Drew book, every one read of course. And at a ballet studio in Paris! It was a dream come true! Blu twirled in a circle and flew into the air, grabbing a backpack with her name on it, and zoomed out the skylight. Yes, most rumors were true. Every student could fly, and had incredible speed, some people even had rare qualities, like supersonic hearing or mind reading.

Green waved to her and turned back to the theater crowd. "Up next, Agent Fum!"

*** Somewhere in the halls***

Rue ran down the hall franticly and quickly. "I'm so late! No no no, the MOST important day of an agents life and the stupid nurse tries to stop me!" She muttered to herself worriedly and whipped around a corner with inhuman-like speed. She bit her lip and pushed her small sixth grade body to run quicker. She pushed herself to the limit; 57 miles per hour. Rue smiled grimly as she spotted the theater.

***Inside the theater***
"- and has been recognised as one of our most elite students in the accadamy! Thank you, Agent Mit. And last, Agent Pim!" Called out Headmaster Green over the noise of Mit zooming off outside, all his friends calling after him. The last person in the front row, a little girl who was known as Pim, ran up, her little pudgy body slowing her down. Pim wasn't exactly MVP of her grade. She played with her pigtails nervously while Green looked her over.

"Pim, you are not one of the greatest success stories we've ever trained... Well, Pim. We only have one mission left, and that was our Jupiter plan... so.. I guess that's yours. See you later then!" Pim bit her lip, not eager to leave or let any tears show. Letting someone see you cry was a sign of weakness. Pim put on a grim face and was about to fly up when the theater doors swung open, the Litttles looking at the figure in a dramatic pose.

Like I said, IT GETS BETTER! So move on to chapter two, and things will start to get better! :)

Best wishes, Aktress.