"If you could have anything in the world, what would you want?"
"Anything?"
"Anything at all."
"Something to feel other than pain. Something to want other than revenge.
Something to do other than sit around waiting for those things."
Chapter 1 - There's nothing other than Bella the Assassin.
Oh he was going down! The new opponent charged at me with his friend. Using my surroundings to my advantage, I locked my legs on a nearby pole and swung out of the way. I watched amused as the two opponents stood confusedly for a mere second.
And then I swung back around and knocked them both unconscious.
I didn't have a second to celebrate my victory as two more men dashed towards me with swords. Really? Laurents giving them swords now? I slid under the one coming from my left and kicked him from behind. He fell back stunned for a moment and I turned to deal with the other guy.
He was too close, his sword within seconds of slicing my shoulder. I chuckled at his confident smirk and as though time was slowed down, I dashed from his oncoming attack and appeared behind him. I took the moment to smirk at the fear in his eyes before hitting the back of his neck. Hard.
He collapsed to the ground in a heap, unconscious. It wouldn't cause any permanent damage of course.
Nearly forgetting my recently stunned opponent, I barely managed to dodge his attack. I kicked his hand that held the sword and it flew, clanging against the wall. The man in front of me looked petrified. I chuckled darkly before kicking him forward. He flew and his head slammed against a barrier, knocking him out.
A shuffling came from the corner and I turned quickly just in time to see three men charge at me. Really? More? I'm so tired of these noobs. I jumped up and somersaulted mid air, kicking the back of one of them and turning to kick the other in the face.
The third was hard to deal with, I was running out of limbs. I flipped myself, grabbing onto the neck of the man I had just kicked. I used this momentum to flip around him, pulling him to the ground with a scary sounding crack. He's going to be sore in the morning.
I wasn't able to stop my momentum however and I slammed down next to him. I winced as I felt my elbow take the blow.
There was no time to rest as the guy I had scarcely avoided by taking down his friend jumped at me. I rolled, ignoring the pain it brough to my elbow, and flipped myself upright. Before he had time to blink I had kicked him in the guts, hard.
He fell down wheezing and I finished it off by slamming him on the head with the edge of my heel.
Finally I turned to the man I had previously kicked in the face. He stood there, shocked. I chuckled and grabbed his wrist, turning it into a painful lock. "Give?"
"I give! I give!" He cried as I bent his wrist back more before releasing him.
A slow clapping begun from nearby, I turned taking in my surroundings. They had gone all out this time, giving me at least fifteen of the agents in their second year. Hardly a challenge. "Well done Bella!"
"And you thought my training had worn off. You know it was only like three months right?" I smirked at Laurent as he came and hugged me, his deep brown eyes equally amused.
I winced when his arm brushed against my elbow. He looked at me, shocked. "They get a hit on you?"
"No of course not. New move I've been trying. You know when I spun on that guys neck?" No one had ever been able to get a hit on me, if they ever did supposedly they'd gain an automatic promotion in the agency. I chuckled.
Laurent sighed. "I saw. You're so strong Bella, I wish you would consider-"
I cut him off. "I'm never taking on a guards mission Laurent."
He groaned before letting me leave for my session with Carmen.
My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella. I'm in my fifth year in the agency and I've been an assassin since the second year. Being an assassin is the highest honor along with an undercover guard.
I've always done assassinations, purely because it's a better chance of dying. Higher risks means the better chance I have of dying.
Why do I want to die? Well you need my back story for that.
When I was three, my mother went into drinking, drugs and all that kind of shit. My dad couldn't handle it and left, but he was drunk. So he crashed his car. Pretty traumatic right? Well my mum went even crazier, she began slapping me and biting me, I'd go to school covered in bruises and scars.
The worst was when she had her blade for cutting her drugs.
She sliced me up, left me with a bad left eye that only got fixed a few years after I joined the agencies academy.
How did I get into the agency? Well my mum overdosed. At first I was happy, I was finally free from her torment, but all too soon I found that I was alone, without love. I wasn't allowed money because I was too young to receive my inheritance.
So I was stuck in an orphanage, two years, two long years. At the age of twelve I thought I was never going to get someone. Never going to have anyone love me, I guess I still didn't.
When James visited he went and spoke to everyone but me first. I gave up hope and begun reading.
After a few moments there was a tap on my shoulder. James introduced himself and asked about me, soon he told me about his agency. When I agreed to train, it was mainly because I wanted someone to live for. Someone who loved me.
He took me to the agency and I've been here ever since.
James doesn't love me, and I'm not mad. I've put all my effort into my training and I managed to surpass even my teachers.
Me, clumsy little Bella.
Well no longer will I be abused from anyone, now I could kill someone within a second.
So here I was, in my session with Carmen. Carmen was the director of languages, all agents were required to speak over 12 languages. For fun I knew 32.
Yeah...
It was required that we get tested on our languages once a week if we weren't on missions. Carmen was always more than pleased with me and would always give me a new book for a language to learn.
Once that was over I made my way to grab lunch. When I pass through the hall the agents stare at me with awe. Whispers spread and with my finely trained ear I hear everyone.
"Oh my gosh! Agent Bella is SO FREAKING AWESOME!"
"I wonder if she would date me."
"Maybe she could sign something for me!"
Ah, it was fun to be Bella.
There weren't many agents in the agency that were as advanced as me, even those in the highest tier. There were four tiers: Beginner, advanced, elite and superior. I was in the advanced tier. No matter how well you did in exams the tiers were still only applied by years. Next year I'd be promoted to elite. I couldn't wait.
When I reached elite I would finally be able to teach the beginners. I wanted to teach so badly, to pass on my knowledge. If I hadn't been in this situation I would have been an English lecturer.
I sighed as I entered the cafeteria all eyes went to me. I hadn't been back in a while, so the excitement still hadn't died down. My last mission had been one of my longest, it was a very delicate and precise assignment.
As I grabbed an apple and bowl of chips I sat at my normal table and opened up my laptop. Normally we got a few weeks off before our next assignment. Because I was so advanced however, my schedule was frantic.
Sometimes I would have a few months, or a few minutes to train and refine my skills before the next mission. Agents would always lose some of their finer training on missions, there was never much time to exercise or speak french when your spying on a politician.
Oh right, I forgot to mention.
There are the people who assigned us our missions, kept us in check. They are known as the 'Directors' and I was to meet with one next week, according to my laptop.
You can only become a director if you reached the superior tier, or were chosen by 'The Boss' him/herself. Only the directors ever talk to 'The Boss' nobody knows anything about him. Or her...
Once I was done with lunch I packed everything away and made my way to the academic section of the school. Today I was being tested on all my skills, ruining my normal schedule for when I'm on academy grounds.
Hopefully tomorrow would be better.
I entered the room and begun the tests prepared for me.
Maths, science, English, history and a whole afternoons worth of tests awaited me.
Great.
It wasn't because I wasn't smart, I just hated spending so much time on tests. I needed to go for a run...
Once I was done I had a massive headache. I left and went to my room.
Tomorrow morning I would go for a run. Promise.
I shut the lights off in my small apartment and fell straight to sleep.
{X}
The next day wasn't as bad, my time on the five kilometer run had slowed, so they set up a schedule to get that back on track. The director of weapons, Irina, was pleased to see my skills the same as my last exam.
My weapon was a custom made one I designed and the Tech lab improved on. It was a small cylinder that attached to my wrist, undetectable but deadly. Within it was a chain like weapon that shot out. I was able to switch its modes between electrocution (death or stun), poison (death or weaken) and utility.
Utility was my favorite, I could use the chain as a grappling hook or just wrap it around someones legs and hang them with my wire. I only ever took my chain, wire and knives. It was all I needed and deadlier than any gun or explosive.
Although sometimes I relented and brought my sniper.
I had time to go for a run tonight and I was glad. I changed into my favourite pair of Nike air max 90. They were a delicious blend of black and blue that everyone always commented on.
Running was my favorite thing in the whole world. Even better than reading.
It was so invigorating to be free, to not think about my past or my future. To just enjoy my surroundings.
The academy was surrounded by dense forest and bush, no one would find it by chance. There was a small area that I had to pass through that held homes and parks and fun things.
It was for those agents who retired, or found someone to settle down with. Someone they loved.
I groaned and charged through the area to my favorite path. It passed through a waterfall that I would often soak in for a bit. It was a great relief after a hard day of training.
When I got home it was dark and the stars were out. I'd always loved the stars, they were the one thing I let slip through my barriers. They brought back bad memories, but I sat through those memories just to see the moon.
The moon, it was lonely, just like me.
I went to sleep crying for the first time in a while.
A/N: Helloo! Welcome to the first A/N of this story-
So, I've written quite allot of this story, so if anyone wants to BETA this story please PM me! I am indeed looking for a Beta!
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