Disclaimer: I do not own G.I Joe, G.I Joe: The Rise of Cobra or the characters. Hasbro/Paramount and their other respected owners own all. I make no profit (not like I could) of this fanfiction nor do I seek to. This is purely to entertain myself, hence completely fictional to my crazy imagination. All other characters belong to me, unless stated otherwise.
Warning: This is slightly AU, so the characters will not come out as you would expect them to. I realized I can't stay in full character. Reason being is that some characters seem so unfeeling and I believe their is more depth to them. So hence this story since I deleted my previous one because I found it to be too much. I don't need reviews, so please don't bother if you don't want to. This is just for fun and it gives me practice to better myself. I put too much detail into the characters so bare with that if you decide to read it. I like my imagination.
Note: I don't have a Beta Reader, so please alert me to any grammatical errors or if my sentence structure is off and it urks you. I seem to be catching them rather quickly along with realizing I keep forgetting a word or two. I'm getting better, though. Promise. I just really want to try and do this on my own. ( " " - Regular speech. ' ' - Snake Eyes signing. " " - Over any type of communication through computer or ear piece.)
New York, New York
The hum of the engine in the motorcycle roared underneath her body, the shake and shivers calming her already fragile state. Her body and the heavy machinery leaning on her right leg as a brake, it bending to relieve the stress of the weight. She hated her work, it was demeaning, showy but work was work and she needed the money. It had been a long time since she was out on her own. Leaving her house at 16, battered, bruised and cut, poor with just a 100 to her names, and all her cloths and belongings. Within 2 weeks, she sold her body for food. It made her sick to even think of it now, the touching, the gagging, the smells. Yuck. Shaking out of her thoughts, she looked to the adjacent light, seeing how in seconds it turned yellow, and then soon red. Pushing off she placed her foot on the petal, revving the engine loudly and allowing it to move a bit to retain momentum. Just as the light turned green she bolted out of there, her speed gaining with each second that past. She had to get out of this street. Adette worked two years as a street whore, arrested multiple times, and pimped slapped dozens of times. It was hell. Now she was working as an exotic dancer, it wasn't any better than where she came from but like mother, like daughter. The streets whizzed by her, each tree and person on the sidewalks looking like blurs, the dark visor of her black helmet dimming the colors of the outside world. The tight leather cat suit she wore crinkling with each bend and turn as she changed lanes to get ahead of slow cars. She was going to be late for work, and her stress level was already at an all time high. Her days off where precious to her so when she got the call of all calls, she had to go. Money was too good to pass up now. The black sleek look of her bike made her smile, it was showy, it was expensive, but it was her's and she was proud. She worked hard for what she had. She hand no real other talents other than a few martial arts she knew but who the hell got paid for that. Being the daughter of Kakashi Arashikage, the Silent Blind Master, one of the brothers of the famous Hard Master whom created the seven steps to the sun made her proud. But her mother was an outcast and she never knew them well. Her father had trained her until he could no longer, dying of old age 2 years after she completed her training. He could not take care of her before because of his blindness, her uncle Hard Master refusing to look after her, the daughter of a shameful woman, was understandable. She hated to admit it but she wished she was never born. Bringing her bike up the driveway of the club she slowed to a crawl, her parking space marked. Putting the kick-stand down when she turned off the engine, she sighed heavily, shivers running up and down her spine from dread everytime she came to this disgusting place. Her eyes shifted left and right, the paranoid woman always having to make sure she wasn't followed. Her training and instincts being the cause. The buckle of the helmet came off with a sudden click. The light sweat from the dark material warming as the sun hit it heavily. The sudden rush of air hitting her made her smile as she pulled it off. Her hair flipping out and coming to rest easily on her scalp. Caramel colored locks going every-which way, the back cut just one or two inches below the back of her scalp, the front coming down longer to her shoulders making her hair look like a deep frown. At first, it was hilarious to her, but now it was cute. All her friends thought she looked great, but because of the circumstances she had to go through to get her hair like this, it unnerved her. Her bright sky blue eyes came to flutter heavily. The sudden light making her vision blur, hurt and teary. Bringing her gloved fist up, she rubbed, not putting much pressure to minimize irritation. Sure, Adette was pretty, in-fact she could be gorgeous, her fair tan skin gleaming, freckled cheeks, plump lips and oval shaped eyes. Her nose was broken several times, shifting slightly to the side from each alignment and cast to fix it. Her lip had a deep small gash on the lower left side. Her chin had a scar coming from the middle coming to the right and down stopping before her slender long neck. Her body was normal for her size, average weight, curvy but toned. Her chest was large, her back ached more than it should of because of them, but in her profession it was a gift and it paid well. Her tattoos where exquisite, one on each hip. They where claw marks that looked like someone had torn her up, three identical one inch marks coming from the front, going vertically to the side, up and then behind with detailed vibrant colors, reds, blues, whites, yellows and blacks. Muscle, bones, veins and organs seen no matter from what angle they where looked from. Her back consisted of a large portrait, a rendering of a green and black burmese python and a white wolf getting ready to strike one another. Three fingers of her left hand having kanji coming down vertically, child, monster, and killer signifying her life.
The inside of the club was loud, pulsing rhythms rattling her teeth and many LED lights following each beat. Her ankle 3 inch boot heels clacking on the wood floor, though who could hear it. Men where watching intently at the naked flesh of the many girls stripping and making fantasies for the old farts. One even came to slap Adette's behind, but was stopped by her helmet as she swung it just in time to stop him. Waving at one of the girls she knew as she swung around on the sleek metal pole as she passed, she came through the wooden frame of the door to the back. G-strings, small lacy bras, naked asses and heavily make-up galore. It was like a fucking circus. Reaching her mirror she tossed her helmet underneath the hollow boxed frame, her feet kicking it further to the back with added aggravation. Reaching up, she brought her index and thumb to grasp the zipper on the front opening the cat suit and exposing her skin to the stale air, smoke of cigarettes, and shame. It was time to get ready. She was already dressed, her pink laced bra hardly covering her bulging breast, small g-string underwear tied on the side holding it in place. After applying her make-up quick and heavy, making sure each "asset" was in place, and changing her shoes she grumbled heavily, a deep frown marring her plump mouth. The spot in-between her thin, dark shapely eyebrows coming in to make her look angry. Waiting for the song to change, she began to tap her foot. The white open toed ankle laced shinny shoes making indents and scratches on the wax stage. She hated her life but nothing good ever happened. Nothing. Receiving a nod from the DJ, she sighed heavily, shook her hair lightly to give her a wild look and smiled, dazzling white straight teeth and long fangs as she stepped off and began her show.
Somewhere in Egypt.
G.I. Joe base A.K.A. The Pit.
File name: Adette Melody Arashikage
Alias: Knuckles/Snow
Age: 24
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135
Hair: Caramel brown
Eyes: Sky blue
Parents: Father (Confidential, deceased.), Mother (Confidential, living. Medical Patient. Location confidential.)
Military Training: None
Martial Arts Training: Wushu, Ninjato, Karate, Muay Tai, Taekwondo, Judo, Aikido, jiujitsu, Hapkido, Fencing, Kendo.
Profession: Ex-prostitute, Dancer, Exotic Dancer.
Police Record:
1 count assault- Charges Dropped. 12/4
1 count robbery- Charges Dropped. 3/9
1 count possession of a controlled substance- Charges Dropped. 5/31
1 count assault w/ deadly weapon- Charges Dropped. 7/12
1 count vandalism- Charges Dropped. 4/2
5 counts assault w/ deadly weapon- Charges Dropped. 1/15-2/6
Independent Psychologist Diagnosis: Spoken to subject after termination of probation. Subject seems to find fault in her existence. Un-willing to talk or share personal information such as past, mother, father, etc. Shows aggravation easily, stubbornness, but stotic and able to compromise all the same. Unwilling to look others in they eye unless she is taken with them. Easily influenced when she allows herself to. Very intelligent but otherwise oblivious. Previous jobs where spoken about, but limited. Spoken to subject about the reason for probation and diagnosis. Subject shows signs of repressed anger, and needed anger management and further test is highly recommended but rejected. Tendency to leave after stressful topics, or questions but returns after much calming methods. Has shown signs of drug use when younger but has been sober for 6 years. Must use extreme caution if evaluated further by any medical professional. Chance of retaliation of a physical kind is high.
G.I. Joe O.I.G (Operative Intelligence Gathering):
05:00AM- Target seen training in personal yard outside home.
07:00AM- Target seen running on treadmill.
09:00AM- Target seen with friends inside home. Un-able to hear or read conversation.
11:00AM- Target seen yelling at unknown caller on the other line.
11:30AM- Target seen punching the adjacent wall and running off.
12:00PM- Target seen leaving home on a motorcycle, destination unknown.
01:30PM- Target seen at business, most presumably job.
08:45PM- Target seen entering home, aggravated and heading to bed.
Reading the information over and over hurt General Hawk's eyes. This woman, although ordinary looking, was a dangerous killer. It had been one year since the famous incident with the nukes, Cobra and the man now known as Destro (McCullen.). They had lost a lot of good men, and even now, a year later, more funding and better weapons, they where short handed. The president had pardoned them. It was a huge shock to everyone, but who could tell the President anything. They needed to plan. They needed more members for Beta and Alpha team and finding the right people was proving to be difficult. They had weighed all their options, trained many but they where only fit for other teams or intelligence. Sighing, General Hawk brought his hand up and rubbed his tired aging face. The years and stress of life and death saving work making him look older. He had looked through this file months ago, he even got inquiries from both teams on all the files except this one. Hawk even laughed and threw it down in the "No way!" pile. It wasn't very pretty. As he looked through the info again, the creaking of the door alarmed him of a presence and quickly looked up. Scarlett, Duke, Rip, Breaker, Heavy Duty, and Snake Eyes filed in, each one shooting up straight into a salute. A snicker left Hawk, his shoulders shaking up and down from the site. These 6 Joes where his pride and joy. They where the best of the best and he was like a proud father. Sighing he called them to stand at ease, the very word loosening the shoulders of all, except of course Snake who you just couldn't tell when he relaxed. Coughing into his hand lightly, he knew that they wouldn't like what he would tell them. It was already a difficult task for him to think of.
"Joes, we have a possible candidate. Her name is Adette. She has the necessary skill we look for, but their is a problem...She isn't militarily trained, and she's a civilian." After Hawk had spoken, a tense air filled his office. The silence was suffocating and he didn't know what to think. Each ones facial feature slowly came to face, Scarlett, Duke, Heavy where mad. Rip was confused. Breaker was skeptical and Snake was just staring...Staring intently and quietly.
"Sir, Permission to speak freely?" Scarlett's velvet feminine voice finally broke, the courage entering her like a bolt of lightning. Once receiving a nod, she thought about it for a second long. Why the hell did he think this was a good idea? "I don't understand why it had to come to this, sir. The Joes are the best at what they do. Why is she so different as a civilian that you somehow have the idealistic thought that she'd be able to keep up with us."
A nod came from each, even Snake, and he knew it had to be done. Moving the panel secretly hidden in his cherry wood oak desk, he clicked the activation key to bring out a screen behind him. Clicking the file name and number, it came on screen, the very words stunning some, exciting others. Snake Eyes reaction was the most surprising. Taking quick steps he got up close and personal to the screen of the computer. He couldn't believe it. His large hands sweating underneath the material of his gloves that where at his sides. Turning, he signed quickly to Scarlett, almost even too fast for her to catch it.
'Sir, please tell me this is not accurate...' Once she had relayed the message the only confirmation was a nod and he was stunned speechless, even more than usual. Although he knew of two brothers of Hard Master, he did not know of another from his bloodline, other than his sword brother. This changes everything. A shuddered sigh escaped him, the only one catching it was Scarlett, her worried expression suppressed for later. She hadn't known anything of what had happened, the ghost of his past where too hard to comprehend, even for her. He was a silent man, he never shared, never showed expression, he was just silent.
"Anyways Joes, I know her rap sheet looks a bit...'over the top' but we can't rule her out. She could be beneficial and I want you all to go retrieve her. So please, no more questions. We'll discuss this further when we know what we are dealing with." As the last words where uttered, they took their cue to leave, each filing out quickly. Snake Eyes hesitated for a second longer than he should of, no body noticed but he did himself. This wasn't going to be good. He already felt partially responsible for his death. He wasn't there to protect his master. But the possibilities of her being Hard Master's niece was high. She could have the same last name, but that being the case was impossible already. It wasn't well known to be a common name, and judging by her training that eliminated any more second thoughts. Breathing in deep he pressed on beyond the offices, and beyond the training and rec. rooms. He had to think. Has to meditate. Had to prepare. He felt like he had a fight on his hands.