A/N: Okay, so first of all, all I want you guys to know is I know absolutely NOTHING about spies and missions and all that stuff. Just letting you know... And I am also sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.
Ally's POV
The name's Allyson Dawson. I'm sixteen years old. People would describe me as a petite, innocent, sweet little girl. That's all true, but what they don't know is this sweet little girl can do the unexpected. I can commit murder and get away with it. Lurk in the shadows, unseen, unheard. Not sounding so sweet and innocent anymore now, am I?
Now, obviously, not just any normal teenage girl can do all of those things. So, that makes me the complete opposite of a normal teenage girl. I've been through tragic, horrible and gruesome deaths. I've trained hard enough to bleed. I've darkened my heart to feel no pain. I've toughened up. Broken down. Let things go. Through all of that, I've learned to get back up, and never let myself fall again.
What am I, exactly? Well, you're about to find out.
Narrator's POV ( Nobody's POV)
Allyson sat on her hard bed in her secret underground room. She called it her 'lair' because it was made of all indestructible things. Her walls, the floor, the secret dark window that showed no light, the door, the bed, and all of the secret entrances, buttons, and trapdoors that contained secret rooms filled with highly advanced technology and weapons hidden in the shadows and walls. Now, that's a lot of things to remember, right? She knew every single nook and cranny, inch, or dust particle in the room.
She remained at the large computer system in the corner of the room, investigating. Her father, Lester Dawson, entered the room quietly. He was attempting to suprise her with a sneak attack to see how well she has trained over the years. The minute he stepped into the room, she jumped up into her 'defense' mode, twisted her father's arm behind his back, tripped him, and had him pinned in less than two seconds.
" Well, I see you've been practicing." Lester's voice came out muffled through the floor.
" Affirmative, Father, sir." Allyson said firmly.
" At ease, soldier." He ordered.
" Yes, sir." Allyson said, releasing her father. Finally free, he stood up straight in his 'professional' stance. As did Allyson.
" I could have gotten out of that easily." He said. Allyson did nothing but answer with a small smile, which faltered quickly. She was too serious to laugh. Sometimes, they would have good times and act like a normal father and daughter. Those were the good times...
They stood there for a little while in the same position before Lester started laughing. Allyson stayed in position and tried to contain her laughter. She lasted pretty long before joining her father. Her guard was down. He took this opportunity to take her down.
" Sir, I would counter- attack, but I have a feeling that this is another reminder lesson?" Allyson said, muffling her voice into the floor.
" Affirmitave, Allyson." He said. " Never let your guard down. "
" Yes, sir." She said, still muffling her voice into the floor.
" Now, since you brought up your counter- attack, preform it. " He ordered. Before he finished his sentence, Allyson was already on the move. In less than another two more seconds, she had her father pinned, once again onto the floor.
" Release. " He demanded. Once released, he stood up into his professional stance again. " I have a mission to assign.'' He said.
" I am listening, sir." Allyson said.
" Next week, you are to attend Marino High as a normal teenage student. Do not attract attention to yourself at any cause. If you are visited by any person who is not supposed to be in that location, you are to investigate before you act in case it is a false alarm. Only do what you need to do. I will check in with you if something goes unplanned. " He instructed. " Understood, Allyson?"
" Yes, sir." She answered.
" You have a week to prepare and train yourself to behave like a normal highschool student, but do not forget your skills. Do not give away you identity. That is the most important thing you must know. Now, off you go to training." Lester said, shooing her away.
" Yes, Sir." Allyson said.
" Wait, one more thing. " Lester stopped her. " You will go by the name of Ally Dawson."
" Yes, sir." Allyson saluted.
" Dismissed." Lester said as Allyson went off to train.
She went to her first class, it was just like going to a real school, except she had to learn how to be less educated so it would look like she's staying with the class and learning just like them because she was highly advanced in education; she was extremely intelligent.
She learned how to 'text talk' and use 'slang' words, do her hair, dress like a normal girl, she even learned how to put on makeup. She already knew all of this, but went along anyways. The people working with her underestimated her greatly. They didn't expect her to know anything they didn't teach her. But she knew. Even though she didn't want to and already knew, she had to sit through a lesson about flirting with boys just to blend in.
" Permission to speak?" Allyson sent a look to her instructor, Karen. ( I made that up, DON'T OWN.)
"Granted." She said.
" My father instructed me to not draw attention to myself, will I have to really act like this? I think doing most of this will most likely draw unwanted attention to myself." Allyson said.
" Yes, I agree. But, you do have to know all of this." Karen said.
" Yes, Miss." Allyson said.
She sat through lessons the whole day and she paid attention, but was thinking in the back of her mind, Why do they have all of these lessons for one day? How many lessons will I have to sit through the WHOLE week?
Now, if you read your clock right now, it would probably read 11:00 PM, that's when she was dismissed. Not really that bad for Allyson, though because she's stayed up for extremely long periods of time, training or doing something else.
Once dismissed, she made her way back to her room, did her night routine, flicked off the lights, and crawled under the covers. Not being able to sleep due to the excitment of actually going to a real school, she stared at where she knew one of her hidden cameras where and tried to see if she could see it. She couldn't, but she knew it was there. She put it there, herself. She got bored and decided to do something tiring, that was almost impossible since she trained so hard and late she hardly ever got tired.
Now thinking about her hidden camera, she decided to check the footage to see if anything exciting or creepy happened. The only weird thing she saw was nothing. The screen square that she was looking at was completely black. The other camera screens were working just fine. She suddenly became suspicious, but definitely not frightened. She was fearless.
She flicked the lights back on and looked around to see if she could find it. She checked the screen again only to see herself on the screen. From the angel it was in, she could easily tell that it was right behind her on the floor. She picked it up and place it back where it belonged.
Wondering how her security camera ended up on the floor, she rewinded the footage to about an hour ago, and found something interesting. There was a figure in a dark suit that looked like a man, roaming around in her 'lair'. She switched the camera to night vision and saw him feel around the camera until his fingers blocked the screen. She heard him grunt in confusion before he tossed it to the side, landing on the floor. All she was thinking about was how he got into her lair. Then she mentally smacked herself. She must've accidentally turned off her alarm earlier when she bumped into the key while saluting to her father.
The screen showed the man crouching down low into a dark corner of her closet and slowly close her door, probably waiting for her. If he was an assassin then she wondered why he didn't attack her earlier when she went in there to change into her sleepwear. She switched to the camera in the closet and watched closely. The recording showed her closet scan the man and realize that he wasn't her, and activated one of her quiet guns that shot him in the leg so he couldn't run. Now, she had an injured or possibly dead, man in her closet. She had sensed something wrong when she came in, but didn't think anything of it. The screen showed the guy clutching his leg and obviously holding in a scream.
Knowing this had to be dealt with, she walked over to her closet with a small knife, just in case. Climbing on top of the closet in case he came charging out, she opened the door and waited. While waiting, she kept a close eye on her computer screen. Not seeing anything, she tipped the closet by kicking it slightly. The small force from her kick, sent the man falling onto the middle of the floor. The movement activated the scan and guns, shooting the intruder's leg once again. Fresh blood oozed out, washing away the previous dried blood.
Knowing he was injured and not much of a threat anymore, she kicked the doors open and tackled the man. He gasped in suprise and tried to fight back but Allyson had him pinned down.
" Let me go." He groaned into the floor. Allyson said nothing to give herself away. " Not talking?'' Allyson twisted his arm behind his back to shut him up. " I suppose you want information?" He asked. She wanted to talk, but she noticed he was wearing a wire. That, and she could hear the guy yelling at the idiot to shut up and not tell her anything. " I was sent to kill you." That was it. She crushed the microphone and wrapped the wire around the man's throat to pull his face up, exposing his neck which Allyson sliced.
She put the man in a body bag (Yes, she has those just lying around.) but not without noticing the man's idiot boss had his name printed on the microphone.
She dragged the bag out into the hall and not wanting to disturb her father or anyone else, she dumped the man's body into the room for dead bodies ( Yes, they have that.) in the prison. Relieved she no longer had anyone in her room, she walked back to her lair. Activating the disinfecting system, she crawled back under her covers and fell alseep, still thinking about the boss' name.
Now, what is she exactly? Well, starting next week, she would become:
The Marino High Spy.
A/N: So, one question, who should the boss be? Just a made up name? Or Someone already known? I was thinking Jimmy Starr, but I don't want to have anyone die or anything. I'll figure something out.