*Angel~in~Disguise*

Dilandau looked around the damp building.
"Pathetic. These people are hardly worth target practice, let alone new recruits.
I can't believe that Folken made me come down HERE for a new Dragon Slayer." Walking down the hall, he watched as many of the people in the cells cringed at
the sight of him. He then detected a voice coming from the end of the hallway.
"Like hell I'm going with you! I know what my job will be and it won't be a handmaiden!! Let GO!!!" He walked down the hall until he came to a cell with
many people in front of it. Several men were trying to get a woman who seemed
more or less his age into one of the cells. They managed to get her inside at last.
She yanked out of one man's grip, slammed her elbow into another's stomach, and bitch-slapped the other across the face. When she was free, she broke for the door.
But the manager slammed the door in her face. She slammed into the door and
rattled the bars. "Let me out!! I'm sick of being in here!!! Let me GO!!"She
backed away as the door finally opened and the manager walked in with a needle.
"Oh God, please, don't do that. Don't-no stay away. Please, I'll shut-up now. No
wait." She backed into a corner, then bolted at the last second. The man grabbed
her by the arm and glared at the men outside the cell.
"Don't just stand there!" he snapped. They came in and helped get her to her
knees. "Let. Me. GO!!!!" *She definately has fire, interesting.* He watched
as the man shoved the needle into her back, causing her to cry out, then go limp in
his arms. He layed her down on the bed then left the cell.

Dilandau entered the Vione and headed to his room. He was stopped by Folken
standing at the door.
"Did you find anything you liked?" Dilandau looked at him blankly, then walked
away.
"Not much choice there. How do you expect me to find anything decent?" Folken watched him leave.
"He's hiding something."

*The~next~day*
Dilandau looked around the cells. *Where is she?!* He thought bitterly. Suddenly
he heard struggling and turned to see her being shoved back into her cell by the boss.
"Maybe that'll teach you some manners." He snapped as she stumbled to her knees.
He slammed the door and stalked off. She turned and started to stand, giving
Dilandau a clear view of her back, which was badly cut. He could see 7 seperate,
slice-like wounds on her back. *Good God...How'd that happen I wonder.* She
touched her back, studied the blood on her fingers, then wiped it off. *She must
have been whipped for misbehaving.*
She wrapped her arms around her chest with a sigh. She heard the clicking of
boots against the floor and whipped around to see a soldier standing by her door. If
she were a cat, her ears would have been flattened, her teeth would have been bared,
and she'd be hissing.
"What do YOU want?" She snapped quietly. He laughed and walked over to the
door. Taking out his sword, he broke the lock and walked into the cell. She started
to quickly back away. "Get away from me." She said, anger in her voice. He smirked,
and started towards her. She glanced around, obviously looking for an exit. When she didn't find any, she glared at him again. "What do you want?!" He laughed again
and walked right up to her, then unexpectantly brushed a piece of her hair out of her
face. She flinched at the sudden movement and looked up at him, confused. He studied
the many brusies and cuts on her arms and throat.
"No wonder they call you "the hellion of the group", you've taken all this beating
and still stand tall. That means you're exactly what I'm looking for." Her eyes
narrowed.
"And what would that be?" She asked cautiously. He pulled away and headed to the door.
"You'll find out soon enough." He said simply, heading to the head man's room.
4 hours later, she was standing on the balcony of a huge ship. She was facinated by
the size of it. "Now." said Dilandau harshly, snapping her out of her shocked state.
"Just because you're a woman, doesn't mean you'll be treated any differently. I expect
you t treat everyone on this ship with respect, do what you're told, when you're told
without objection, and you are to address everyone with a higher rank then you as
'-sama'. Is that clear?" She swallowed hard and nodded. "Good." Folken walked
down towards them just then and looked at her in shock, then at Dilandau, clearly confused.
"Is this woman the new Dragon Slayer?" He asked, startled. Dilandau just raised an eyebrow. Folken took this as a yes. "Does she know how to handle a sword?"
"Why don't you ask her that yourself?" He asked bitterly. Folken looked down at her,
an emotion in his eyes that she couldn't read.
"Can you?" She felt anger building up inside her.
"Of COURSE I-" Her shout was cut short by her clenching her teeth together to keep the cry inside her when Dilandau slammed his boot down onto her foot.
"Manners!" He hissed quietly, clearly irritated at her foolishness. She closed her eyes until he lifted his boot, then looked up at Folken again.
"Yes Folken-sama, I can." He didn't react to this at all. Instead, he turned and left. Dilandau turned to her, anger flaring in his scarlet eyes.
"Don't you EVER do that again. All the Dragon Slayers are to treat Folken with respect." *What does he mean by Dragon Slayers? Is that what I'm going to be? Will
I actually have to slay dragons?* She sighed.
"Yes, Dilandau-sama." Dilandau calmed down again. (Or whatever you call the
stage where Dilandau isn't preparing to cut someone's head off.)
"I still don't know your name. Tell me, what is it?"




A/N: I am having trouble deciding what her name should
be. I have narrowed my choices down to 3. Tell me which
one you like the best:
a)Alex
b)Kao
c)Li

Thanx alot!!!
Dark Angel ^_~