What Purpose?

by Your Every Day Stranger Addict

AU, Eleven does not have any powers but was selected to be the C.I.A.'s best assassin. She was isolated, trained from birth until she mastered espionage and fighting But after discovering there was more to life than fighting and spying, what will she do when faced with a decision that will change her life forever? Will she find a purpose to fight? (I'm bad at summeries)

1. chapter 1

Authors note:

Hey everyone!! Its been a looooooong time since i posted anything. If anyone want me to continue my last story, I will, but the other ones I don't see myself working on again. Anyways this is a story about how El was meant to be a spy/assassin. She does not have un-human powers, but she has been trained from birth to be a killer and informant. I hope you enjoy, these 3 chapters are just the intro, and in the future chapters will probably be longer. Hope you all like it!!

"Today, you will be drilling".

Eleven let out a sigh. Drilling was code for, well, drilling. Working on agility, calesthenics, and flexibility. It would last all day, from 8 am to 8 pm. She did get breaks but they were uncommon and short. While it will not be the best day of the week it would certainly not be the worst.

"Yes Papa," Eleven replied. She got out of her bed and her papa left the room. She quickly changed out of her sleep garments and left her room to eat. Her eating time was 10 minutes, then its off to the training grounds. She met her trainer and began her training for the day.

-2 hours into drilling

"Again."

She pulled herself up above the bar, feeling the pain in arms shoot through her nerves.

"Another."

Eleven pulled again, the pain even worse this time. She's done so many,

"Last one," he sad sturnly.

She pulled up, mustering all the strength in her arms and back. However she swayed her hips, which was cheating. It made the pull up easier. She knew her mistake as soon as she made it, and she knew she would pay for it.

"Get down now," her trainer said.

She let go and shook her arms out. She was immensely sore, and woul likely not be able to do other arm workouts well. This especially terrified her because she still had many hours of drilling left.

He slapped her hard. "You know what you did?"

She nodded slowly.

"So you did it willingly?"

"No sir, it was a mistake," she replied, looking him in the eyes.

"You can not make mistakes. 10 years if you make a mistake you will be dead and your country could be in jeopardy."

"It will not happen again."

"I don't believe you yet. We will do the same excercise until you do not make mistakes."

Eleven mentally screamed. This was going to be a long day. Although it could be worse. It could always be a sparring day.