Someone asked me to update this story, and I took it into heavy consideration. I thought about it and I told myself that i'd do it! But I also set some ground rules for myself, and one of them, was to repost the entire story after editting what I do have there, all the while making some changes here and there. Anyways, if you haven't read this before, then here it is, if you have, then please be patient as I try and put up more higher quality work then what I did before.

Fight Against

Chapter 1: Reunion

20 years ago the world was engulfed into flames. A massive world war occurred and it resulted in chaos. The war pitted countries against each other, neutral countries attacked, allies backstabbed. Many superpowers fell while entire nations were destroyed.

4 years after the war began the world came to a truce. A nominal leader would be chosen by participating countries to lead and join together the U.W, United World. Countries that did not participate were faced against a supercontinent and wiped out. 7countries fell before the rest fell in line.

The world now falls under a dictatorship state in order to ensure that such an incident never occurs again. Many countries were pleased with the order of things, some people however, were not. These people have formed a rebellion group called "SaL'ce", rumoured to be named after their original leader who attempted to kill and eventually succeeded in killing the U.W leader.

Now, 20 years after the original start of the war, the L'ce continue to fight against the government, their actions becoming more and more threatening to the large power. Now, is when our story starts…

"Ashley! Ashley"

'Ugh' I walk down the corridor only to be stopped.

"What is it Aiden?" I say in disinterest. I don't have the time for this.

"Chief wants you, wants to know if you're still heading out today." He says, now walking alongside me.

"What's the point of even asking that, of course I'm going. Someone's gotta put those rebels in place." I stop when I reach a large steel bolted door and place my hand on the scanner.

"That's what I said, but tell him anyway. If you don't he's just gonna blame me and say that I didn't tell you." He frowns and I laugh cause I know it's happened before.

"Don't worry Aid, I'll take care of it." 'Not'

I enter the large room which in actuality is an elevator. I hit the door close and head on up to the highest floor, my room.

Who am I? Ashley Davies, an agent of the L.T force, L'ce Termination force. I work for the government of the U.W. My job is to stop the rebels from disturbing the peace and then bring them to jail, kinda like a cop only more specified. Simple to say, I'm the best there is. Like most agents in my field, I work alone.

My father was the former leader of the U.W, he was the first generation leader. Well, he was until he was killed at the hands of the rebels only three years ago. Disputes over the new leader are still being made. The people want me to do it since I just came to be of age to be qualified but personally I don't want to.

Instead of fighting those rebels from behind a desk I'd rather do it up and personal, hand to hand. My half sister would be a much better candidate. Problem is the people won't accept her since her mother was apparently a member of the SaL'ce faction. In her defense she didn't even know her mother, she was in foster care pretty much all her life until we found out in my dad's will that she was my sister. This also caused a lot of controversy since they found out that my dad was having an affair with a L'ce. Luckily, my sisters not even of age yet since she's younger then me, so until she does come of age we have a substitute leader, Mike, i.e. Chief. He was my dad's right hand man and is in power until hopefully my sister can come into the picture. When that happens, I'll be Kyla's personal bodyguard. Until then I'll fight, fight until we get every single one of those bastards.

I look at myself in the mirror; I'm wearing the regulation suit for all U.W agents. My long straight hair is tied up with my red bang brushed across my face. I put on my sunglasses and take out my duel guns before inspecting them. They're my babies, Chocolate and Baby Blue are their names, and don't dare say it's lame. I take my babies and put them in my hidden gun holsters. I leave the large room and head for the elevator, unto H.Q.

I head down the long corridor and reach another bolted door, this time larger and more equipped. I place my palm and eye against the two scanners and wait for the door to open. Many people walk by me in a frantic hurry to get their duties done, I ignore them and head towards a large table situated in the middle of the tech room and take a seat.

"So Mac, what's in store for today?" I ask and stare intently at the man sitting opposite of me.

He doesn't look up from she sheets that's occupied his attention and I realize that he doesn't hear me. 'Typical Mac.' Mac is pretty much our fix it guy. He fixes everything that we need repaired and also hands us our missions and debriefings. But it doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't get mad when we break something, in fact he gets furious but he knows he can't stay mad at us for long. That's probably why he's so stressed all the time, especially since he's very dedicated to his job.

"Mac." I say a little louder.

"Mac!" He jumps up and the sheets in his hands scatter all over the place.

"Huh? Oh Ash you're here. I assume you're here fore the briefing." He says not looking up from his task of picking up the fallen papers.

"Yup. So what do I gotta do today?" It's really hard to keep a professional attitude around him.

"Go down to the Ghetto. Reports say that the factions been stirring up there, apparently they're been storing up explosives for a terrorist attack."

"A terrorist attack? That doesn't sound like them." I would know, I've been working against them for pretty much all my life.

"Yeah I know, but rumours are that they have a new leader so that might have something to do with it. Besides, you know how their attacks are getting more serious, we can't even afford to just call them a faction or rebels, these aren't random attacks, Ashley. They're all coordinated by a leader, and a strong one at that." His voice is grave and I understand the severity of the situation.

"Yeah, I know" My voice is equally as serious remembering the past few years and the people that they took from me.

"So, which vehicle do I take?" I try and change the topic, but still ask with hopefulness in my voice.

He sighs then turns his head to look up at me.

"Fine, you can go ahead and use her, but if you break her one more time I won't fix her anymore.

"Yes!" I do a little dance and cheer. Yeah, I know. By the way I act you wouldn't normally think that I make a living killing people or sending them to jail, but it's true.

I head on down to the basement where all the autos are kept.

I take out my keys and program them to my baby before pushing the auto button. I only need to wait before my baby, third only to my guns, comes up next to me, engine roaring to life. I take it off auto and straddle the seat. Motorcycles are the best.

I drive on the down the roads quickly making my way downtown, even today there are still rumble pieces leftover from the war, the places where its worst are called Ghettos. It makes sense for them to be here since a lot of the members of the faction are war survivors from dead countries. The rest of them are pretentious people who think that they're doing the world good by rebelling and going against the government. Why can't they see that this is the only way to keep the peace?

I reach the outskirts of the abandoned city that used to be a place called West Hollywood . Even from here smoke and broken down building are evident. I check my holster and make sure that I have my babies. I rev up my motorcycle and head on in.

It isn't long before I'm thrown off my motorcycle when a grenade comes from nowhere and hits the road ahead of me. I get off the wrecked vehicle. I'll kill them for this, Mac won't be repairing it again and I'm on thin ice with broken vehicles. I run and take cover behind the fallen remains of an old fast food place. I take out my guns and check their state just to make sure.

I take off my suit jacket deciding that it was only gonna weigh me down and quietly head off towards the direction that the grenade came from. I sneak up behind a group of people who appear to look like civilians, but I know they're not. They're all young, mainly teens and a few young adults. I shoot at the oldest and largest one there and quickly take cover knowing he avoided my bullets just in time.

Fuck. Now they know I'm here.

I look out and I see that they're not there anymore, I head out into the open to look for them when I'm faced with a barrage of bullets from my side. Fortunately for me, I knew it was coming so I duck and get on my knees and shoot in the direction it came from. I hear one person yell out and I know that I've at least wounded one of them.

I get up from my knees and I hear the younger ones crying as I head my way over their direction. I've got them now.

I tense for a second, feeling a strange presence then roll out of the way only to see a girl quickly pass by the area I was just in with a blade tonfa. A blade tonfa!! Are you friggin kidding me?!! No ones used those in ages!

The girl has her back turned against me and I feel my side to see blood coming from a small cut in my abdomen. Oh no she friggin didn't!! I get up off the floor and point my guns towards her and shoot a few times as she runs away and takes cover. I do the same and I realize what she's doing, buying time, a diversion. I'm not gonna fall for it and instead I go around her and go in the way that the group was in. Unfortunately for me, she must have noticed cause she's now running towards me at full speed, the blades on her tonfas facing me.

I block both tonfas with my guns knowing that they were strong enough to withstand any sort of blade. Damn she is strong, but I'm not gonna be pushed back. It's only now when I'm in front of her that I notice what she actually looks like. She is wearing casual clothes only slightly ripped and torn with a hat that has all her hair in it, I can tell she's blond though because some strands of her hair is peeking out of the hat. Her sunglasses are hiding her eyes and her face is a little dirty but nonetheless beautiful.

I snap out of my daze and continue to push against her blades with my guns until she jumps back entirely. She starts running in the opposite direction of me and I notice a large truck with the people in it urging her to keep running. Shit.

I shoot in her direction and run towards her hoping to at least stop her progress. She dodges the bullets skillfully and only one bullet manages to make contact. The bullet grazes against the side of her face and her sunglasses split while her hat falls off due to the force. I can see her face is bleeding a little but she doesn't stop and keeps running until she reaches the large truck. She gets on the truck with the help of her friends before turning to face me. I can only stare at her slack jawed and eyes agape.

In front of me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I know because I've known her all my life. I know because we grew up together and are childhood friends, that was until I asked her to be my girlfriend at fourteen. I know because 3 years ago I was going to ask her to marry me before she was caught up in my father's assassination and was killed. I know because she was the love of my life.

Her eyes are staring at me and piercing me, they're blazing blue like they've always been but this time they seem so cold and distant. I know that she knows me; I know that she knows who I am. I know because I see her mouth a word before she disappears into the distance. I can only mimic her actions when I mouth a single word that seems to resonate in my mind.

"Spencer"


So? How'd you like it, or hate it? Also, SaL'ce is pronounced Sah-Lah-See and L'ce is just pronounced as Lah-See. After reading it, I thought that Zenites was pretty lame and took about an hour to think up of something new.