Fallen From Heaven
I don't need someone to tell me that my life is a wreck. That my life is confusing. That my life is dark, shady, and dishonest. If I wanted to know that I would have gone to a therapist years ago. Gosh if only life was that simple for me. But it's not. I was born into a family were parents never really stayed long enough to be parents. My siblings and cousins were rarely seen and if were seen, they had changed too much for me to even talk to them.
My family is no family. It is an organization of people, bent on one goal: to defeat the undefeatable. My family has a long history. But ever since the beginning of time (alright 1940s big deal) my family had been fighting an enemy. Who was that enemy? Well there are a lot of answers for that, but to sum it up I'd say: the common good. Everyone from the drunks to the FBI field agents disliked us. I mean so what if we killed innocent mayors, and bombed historical buildings?! We're just doing what we do best! Where's the harm in that?
I'd like to say that my life is a piece of cake, but that'd be a total lie. How cruel of me! As a young girl I was trained to become the best. The only real person I know and trust is my Uncle Simon. He shaped me into who I am today. I owe him so much and give him so little.
Now I'm all grown up. I've already been sent on dozens of missions and I've always come back, alive. I've seen plenty of relatives die doing what I do. Yes it's sad, but life leaves us little room to mourn. You must shed your tears and move on. Sadly moving on is the hardest part of all.
So much has already happened in my life that I cannot even believe. I've done so much and then I've never cried so hard in my entire life. Yet I cannot stand and mourn. I have to keep moving or I'll never move again. Things must get done and sadly there is very few people left to do these things.
My name is Eva Storm. I am twenty five years old with a full time job: family. My entire life has been any action junkies' dream. Molded to be the very best I have very few weaknesses and only the trusted know about them. I have been nickname the archangel…whatever that means. I stopped believing in angels after-well-after I discovered that saving somebody is a hell of a lot harder than killing them.