Hi, people! This is my favorite (and possibly only) trilogy that I've made! This is where we meet-

I'm getting ahead of myself. Ah well, enjoy!

Prologue: Trouble Brewing

Joshua Helixon was an immigrant from the USA. He was a newbie in the island, being completely innocent.

He was sitting in a hallway. There were two empty seats beside him, as well as three more in front of him. People rather ignored him, going past him as if he didn't exist. He liked the invisibility, anyways. It gives a nice… introduction.

He felt the yellowing photograph in his hand. In it was a picture of his family. His mother had brown, short locks with her circular glasses. His father wore a black suit, with black hair. He had a sister, a brunette young girl wearing a dark green dress.

"Mr. Freeman will see you now." The secretary, a pretty girl named Julia said.

He nodded, smiled, and walked towards the door. Inside, a rather aroused looking man sat behind the mahogany desk. He madly scribbled numbers and equations on his pad paper, murmuring to himself. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Mr. Freeman?" Joshua said timidly.

The man didn't answer. He just continued writing.

"Mr. Freeman?" he said again.

No answer. He continued on.

"Dr. Freeman." Joshua said.

He looked up, looking rather annoyed.

"I'm here for the testing." Joshua said with finality.

While the man's eyes widened behind his glasses, he placed the pencil down.

"Let's talk about it. Julia?" he said.

"Yes, Gary?" Julia stood by the doorway.

"I'll need another cup of coffee."

2 months ago…

"I propose for a project." Gary said.

Every General looked at him.

"What would that be, Gerald?" Ava asked.

"I am thinking of making super agents." Gary said as he played the PowerPoint he had. It showed an outline of the human body.

"Detail it, please." Jet said, adjusting his sunglasses.

"I want the agents to be light speed fast. I want them to be intelligent. I want them to be…" Gary was interrupted.

"Rogue Tvarkov." Jason said, "You want to make a Rogue Tvarkov 2.0."

"Hu-wha?" Rogue said, straightening in her chair. Apparently, she fell asleep sometime during the meeting.

"General Tvarkov," Ava began, "When did you doze off?"

"Uh…" Rogue rubbed the back of her neck, "Er… when we were talking about damage."

"Forgivable." Ava shrugged, "You did, after all, have a rough night."

"Quite." Rogue said, rubbing the sleep of her eyes.

"Continue, G." Ava said, turning back to Gary.

1 month later…

Gary stood by the patient, who was not strapped to an examination bed. He had an aura of uneasiness, but his face remained steel.

"Ready, Joshua?" Gary asked.

Joshua turned, and nodded his head, "Of course."

"Be brave." Gary said as he wiped a part of his arm with alcohol and plunging a needle onto it. He injected the serum into the boy.

Joshua closed his eyes, blocking out the pain. He felt his heart quicken, as he felt lightheaded. He thought, maybe he should close his eyes for a bit…

He woke up. 10 minutes had passed. He looked at G violently, who was busy observing him.

"How do you feel, Joshua?" Gary asked.

"I feel…" all the pent-up emotions overwhelmed him as he tried to fight against his restraints.

Gary panicked, and backed away. He bumped into his worktable, and pressed a button underneath.

"You took her!" Joshua screamed as the restraints on his arms broke, "You took her from me and now she's gone!"

"Who?" Gary said, "Who?"

"Krasnyy!" Joshua yelled as he broke the leg restraints, "Krasnyy!"

Gary cried out as he was attacked. He tried to reach for the gun on the table, but he couldn't. He heard agents breaking in and tearing the madman off the General. An agent helped him up.

"You okay, G?" Mike asked.

"Yeah…" Gary said and yelped as three agents were thrown at his direction.

Both of them ducked, and noticed the agents lying around.

"Oh my God…" Mike gasped as he called in for reinforcements.

All of a sudden, Mike was thrown to the wall.

"Telekinetic..." Gary gasped, now fearing for his own safety.

He started running. He ran hard, and fast. All of a sudden though, he felt a sharp pain in his lower torso. He looked down, and saw a knife embed into his lab coat.

He dropped to the ground in pain.

Ava Arctic knew something was wrong the moment she walked into her office at Club People Times. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the red beeping light on her keyboard.

She rushed to it, shaking the mouse to activate her computer. She placed in her password and looked at the CCTV cameras.

The madman, Joshua, tore through EPF Headquarters. Agents alike avoided him, both in fear and for protection. Any agent who dared try to pull a gun at him was telekinetically pushed to the wall with a sickening thud.

"What am I to do…"Ava mumbled to herself as she started pacing.

She suddenly realized the solution. She took out her EPF Phone, and dialed a number.

"Jet. I need you to relay something to Tvarkov, ASAP."

Rogue stood before her pristine white wall. On it was a glass computer, with various windows opened. It was a high-tech glass computer, mounted on her wall.

"Tvarkov." Jet said as he rapped on her door, "We need to talk."

"About?" she asked, not looking away from her computer.

"Level 12."

Rogue paused, swiped away her windows, and swiveled on her high heels. She looked rather inquisitive.

"Level 12?" she raised an eyebrow, "Last time we had to talk about Level 12, I was dragged around the world and brainwashed."

"This is different." He said as he plugged his USB into the porter on her table. It was connected to her wall-computer.

Various files were opened as Jet looked for the exact one he wanted.

"10 minutes ago, Project Infinite was put to action." Jet said, "This guy, Joshua Helixon, was a test subject."

He pointed towards the profile of the guy.

"We have little to no information on him." Rogue sighed.

"He injured hundreds of agents." Jet said, "Including Gary."

"… Continue." Rogue said.

"His current location is near the Intersection." Jet said, "Cory's trying to subdue him as of now. She needs your help."

"I'll try." Rogue said as she started walking. She unplugged his USB as well.

"Let's go." He said as she tossed his USB at him.

Jet marched quickly, with Rogue following closely. They reached the Intersection, where a furious looking Joshua Helixon stood. He had Cory as a hostage.

"Don't move any further." He warned, turning to them.

"We mean no harm." Jet said.

"No harm? Ha!" Joshua laughed, "The last time I was told that, I was smuggled into a Russian assassin organization!"

Rogue watched him, as she sudden realized.

"Russian assassin organization…?" Rogue muttered. "Belyy Zal?"

"I say it again," Jet said, "We don't mean any harm. Please put the gun down, and release your hostage."

"Like I will." Joshua laughed while his grip tightened on Cory.

"Help me." Cory whispered to Jet.

"Put the gun down." Rogue said, emerging before Joshua with light speed.

"Starlight," he greeted, "I thought we'd never meet again."

"What are you talking about?" Rogue said, "Who's Starlight?"

"Starlight Helada," he said, "The beautiful red rose of the Red Room. You think I don't know, Ms. Tvarkov? You think I forgot? I never forgot, unlike you. No matter how many times they brainwashed me, I always remember. No. Matter. What."

Rogue was surprised. She heard agents murmuring behind her. She frowned and held a hand up.

"You've mistaken me for someone else." Rogue said, "Put the gun down, and let's talk."

"Lies!" he screamed, pointing the gun at her.

Agents behind her gasped and murmured. Rogue automatically pointed her gun at him. They had each other at gunpoint, not knowing who'll shoot first. Several Defense Circle agents were already poised in the front lines, ready for action.

"Rogue!" Cory squeaked.

"Go on, shoot me." Joshua said, "Try. Let's see how you'll fare."

"Fare?" Rogue raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"How will you fare when you find out?" Joshua said, "How will you fare when you find out that you killed an innocent?"

"What?" Rogue blinked twice, "I…"

Joshua looked at her expectantly. Her left hand, the only hand that held the gun, shook slightly.

"I…" Rogue sighed, placing the gun down, "I can't."

"The Red Room taught you better." Joshua said as he shot Cory on the leg.

Rogue tried to scream, but didn't. She was suddenly slammed against the wall, and she groaned as she rolled onto her back. The pain was blinding, and it wasn't soon until she closed her eyes.

Rogue woke up slowly. She bolted up quickly, and relaxed when she saw Jason in front of her, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"He escaped." Jason said, "Joshua Helixon escaped the clutches of Rogue Tvarkov."

"Wh-What?" Rogue gasped.

"He did." Jason said, "I know the agents are probably scared of him now… since he well… defeated a legend… but, it's good to still see you alive."

"Thanks." Rogue said, sitting up rather painfully and arching her back to loosen her muscles up, "What's the statistics?"

"102 injured agents." Jason said.

"Ow." Rogue winced.

"You should rest, Rogue." Jason said, feeling her hair, "I don't want you hurt."

"I can't when there's someone who knows me to that extent." Rogue said as she pushed herself further up. She winced once more, "I can't…"

"You've been saying that too much." He said, "Try saying 'I will…'"

"Fine…" Rogue said, suddenly having a playful smirk on her face, "I will."

Jason laughed as he ruffled her hair, "Good night, Rogue."

"Night, Jason."

Two days passed. Rogue now walked through the hallways. Business was usual in the EPF now. There was still a slight buzz from what happened a few days ago.

"Good morning, General Tvarkov." Cyrilla greeted her.

"Good morning, Cyrilla." Rogue greeted as she walked into her room.

She saw newspapers on her desk. There was a sticky note attached to it, reading.

This is what the media had said about the attack… ahahaha…

-Mike

Rogue sighed as she browsed through the headlines.

EPF ATTACK: A SHOCK TO THE ISLAND

The EPF HQ attacked by a man, leaving 102 injured.

102 INJURED, NO REPORTED DEAD SAID ROOKIE

No one reported killed during the EPF Attack.

EPF: ARE THEY REALLY TRAINED TO DEFEND US?

The EPF doesn't seem to be well equipped for protection, says expert.

Rogue raised an eyebrow at the last headline. She read the article, and her eyebrows furrowed.

Dr. Erik Gordon, an expert in military sciences, talked with the CPT today. He said that he is starting to doubt the security the EPF can possibly provide for us.

"The EPF has currently 102 injured personnel thanks to 1 man." Gordon had said.

On March 9, an attack occurred at the Elite Protection Force Headquarters. Based on a press conference from the agency, there were only 102 injured agents, including General Gerald Freeman, General Cory Millers, General Rogue Tvarkov, and General Tyler Addison. No one was reported to have been killed, says spokesperson.

During the said conference, the EPF advised for citizens to be careful wherever they go, and to be weary of any strangers. They also showed a picture of said suspect.

"This man is very dangerous, and once seen, must be immediately detained and sent to the EPF." The Spokesperson said, "If you see this man, please alert the nearest EPF agent, or to go to our building at the Ski Village."

The Elite Protection Force is a clandestine agency of Club People Island. It also targets protecting the world, taking orders not from the United States of America, but from the United Nations.

The only question remains: Is the Elite Protection Force well equipped to protect roughly 1 million citizens?

"Ro-" Mike was about to knock when he saw Rogue, "So you've read it…"

"I have." Rogue said, placing the newspaper down, "I know exactly how to answer that question."

"How, Rogue?" he said, raising an eyebrow, "How will we answer that question?"

Rogue smiled, "Let's do another press conference."

So, this is the start of the trilogy. To be honest, I automatically went to journalist mode when I typed the article :P

Anyways, read, review, and enjoy, peeps!

-R. Rogue

PS, any Four/Tobias x reader stories? Dear lord, no one's answering…