Hey people! This is FieryJunior, a new FanFiction writer. Here's my first story. I'll also post the story posted at my The 39 Clues MB (link at profile) after this is published. Enjoy my first 39 Clues-inspired story!

Disclaimer : I, FieryJunior, do not own the 39 Clues EVER. This story is only inspired of it. All characters, scenes, places and events are imaginary only. All events given in this literary work may or may not actually have or had happened in real life.

~Chapter 1 : The Vespers Almost Killed Me~

Before I even was the Agent FJ now, I was just normal Marienne Louise. A normal 3rd year HS student, an average Filipino citizen, just a normal 15-year old girl. I have my mom Jane and dad Richard, and also my very annoying sister Carla. My mom's the best cook and teacher there is (besides being a mom) and my dad's being good at actually getting almost everything I want. My very, very annoying sister, Carla, is my 11-year old sister, who's almost my opposite. Me, being tall, almond-skinned, has big dark brown eyes, puberty at its peak, smart and confident is nothing compared to my very outgoing, short, fair-skinned and very noisy sister. I have a normal Philippine family-so far. My life was being a techie, bookworm, and other hobbies, including school and future and crushes. Pretty packed, right? Of course, this is my life we're talking about. I'm a living, breathing busy-body.

It was December, and yes, yet again, the year is ending. At first I thought it would be the end of another book-reading, beach-going and computer-meddling year. It actually was, and it was going to be the start of a lifetime full of action, adventure, drama, suspense and blackmailing-kinda sounds like a movie, doesn't it? Let me tell you this: my lifetime started on December 23, or what it was called by Isabel's imprisonment in the Black Book, DOOMSDAY.

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It was December 23, and we were enjoying another dose of Christmas break. As usual, I was busy with the computer, engrossed with the fanfics you guys (and a million others) have written. I also engross myself in collecting them. Good thing, since it's a healthy obsession in the first place anyways. Since the Cahills Vs. Vespers thing happened, and I've purchased my first book, I've set my sights on obtaining the whole set and following the entire journey from top to bottom. Yup, an average 39 Clues fan. My parents weren't in the house, and me and my sis were doing the same thing over and over during the usual Christmas break, computering for me and whatever-she-wants-to-do for my younger sis. My sister was then about to sleep in the sofa when we had this conversation:

Me: Cute (I call her that since she is cute, in my eyes that is), you want your turn in the computer now, as I promised?

Sis: Nah, I'm already too sleepy to do anything, even just standing up.

Me: Oh? (a little shocked) It's a very rare opportunity that I offer you to have a whack at the computer. Besides, (looks at the time), I need to study now.

Sis: (looks at me) When I say no, I say no! I want to sleep...

Me: Okay, okay! Don't sound like that you're actually complaining. I'll just retire for the night.

Sis: Yeah, whatever you say.

And I turned off the computer and went on studying. Our exams are next year-a week after the whole Christmas break. Good luck to me and everyone who would be suffering the same fate as I am when we go to school first thing next year, we're going to need it. It's like waking yourself up from a very bad hangover, going to school first thing in January. That's why I'm planning to not waste almost all my time draining my eyes in the laptop. It was 8 in the evening, and I started thirty minutes later.

I've already done what I have to do for the day after two hours. Funny, I thought to myself. They don't go home this late. I'm already worried. Calm yourself down Marienne. Maybe they're stuck in another traffic jam or something. I usually freak out when my parents go home late. I love my parents so much-giving me everything I want for me to have. Well, in a way, I mean. Family is as important to me as my life, even if they annoy me a little.

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It's 11pm in the evening. I've texted them a lot of times. I've almost called my mom three times and my dad twice. I never get this nervous before, not like the time I joined a singing contest, or anything else after that. Then I hear the car at the gate. "Finally!" I shout. And that was the last mistake I ever made.

Hooded men with matching black outfits rushed in through the door and tacked me. I struggled, but they were too strong. "Let's get you to Attleboro, kiddo!" the man who was strangling me shouts, with full fear in my eyes and total death in his. Then, I realized something: I was being kidnapped by the Vespers! Uh oh. I was tied up, my laptop and my bag full of 39 Clues stuff were got and my clothes were piled up and lighted. "No no no no! Help! Someone, anyone! HELP!" I screamed through my gag, but it was very muffled when it reached my ears. Then, all I know is that my house was burning to the ground, me tied up with all my only belongings left, and my family's dead...

But then, all I saw was this one lone man with his henchmen, trying to fend off the Vesper creeps who burnt my family down. It was hazy, but I think he defeated them all, and he carried me off with my stuff...after that, my eyes were tied and I got my first taste of tranquilizer. The weird thing is, he kinda looked like Ian, but older. Also, he had a red patch in his chest. Do Lucians usually save people from utter terror?

Whew! That took almost all of December and most of my Christmas break wasted! I'll post the next chapter later.

If you may, please comment on this chapter, since I'm just a beginner at this writing stuff and it's developed because of my very BIG sense of imagination and my great sense of book-reading. Thanks in advance and Merry Christmas to You,

~fieryjunior35