You are now about to go into the mind of a simple girl who lost everything… The journey she is about to make will be full of hard decisions and regret. The year is 2010 and she was just about to finish school and start college.

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

*Her POV*

My name is not important… at least not for now. All you should know about me is to avoid me. I'm a fully dedicated assassin, but I still go to school. I'm 16 years old with a bit of a twist in me. I work at weekends for the money - money is all that matters to me. What would I live off without it?

All the days are the same these days… It's like we're all living in a lie that repeats itself over and over again. We try so much to matter, just to die later. Whatever we do is always in the past. Even if something makes you happy for the moment it will all be over the next day. Some people don't deserve to live - people like my dad.

He abused my mother since my first baby steps; like he didn't care that I was in the same room. My mom died after I turned 5… Suicide actually and it's my father's fault - everything. The last thing she said to me was to kill my dad. I think it's hilarious - that a mother tells her child to kill the father. I guess it's how everything works now; it's how it has always worked like. Now that man works at the fucking F.B.I while I am left with nothing! I can't even make myself call him a father figure… more like a monster.

A loud bell brought me out of my thoughts. Sam Witwicky was just finished with telling everyone that he was selling his dead grandfather's stuff on eBay. Apparently he was the first one to discover the Arctic Circle. He went crazy and drew strange but kind of familiar symbols and died of old age. Those symbols are the ones I've been dreaming of since I was a little girl… It freaked me out a little to know that a crazy old man flipped out AND wrote down the symbols in an insane asylum. I may just go insane as well.

I was the last one out as some idiot threw my books all over the floor. As a punishment he got a broken nose and a sore eye, and I got a detention from my pedophile history teacher. Like I would care… I won't even go to that stupid asshole. That guy deserved to be punched and kicked were the sun doesn't shine.

As I walked through the green grass, a mustang police car caught my eye. It had the words "to punish and enslave" engraved on the side. I laughed at how true that was and hoped that every police car would have it in the future.

As in trance, I walked up to it and ran my fingers against the hood. It kind of vibrated like it was angry. Now I believe cars have emotions… But it is okay, I already knew I am crazy and I'm fucking lucky that the officer hasn't come back yet, or else he or she would scold me for touching the car like the car obsessive girl I am.

I continued to look it all over and discovered a strange symbol beside the genius text. Why didn't I notice it before…? The car door suddenly opened by itself.

"Okay… that's so not creepy…" I took a several steps back, still eying the car with cautiousness. I was pretty freaked out by it so I turned around and started jogging away from it. An engine's loud roar startled me and I jumped and held my hand to my chest like an old woman who had a heart condition. What scared me the most though was that the engine belonged to the police car.

I glanced back at the car to see it empty, but running. My heart skipped a beat in pure fear as it drove towards me, slowly. Remote controlled? I gulped, making up a plan in my head to escape. It is funny how easy scared I am when I'm a coldhearted killer. I hate running…

I checked my surroundings a little closer, though I knew them well. The old iron fence that surrounded the graveyard and a church were always covered by the trees branches that hung peacefully the whole year out. I jumped towards the fence and over it, landing on the light-yellowish grass. I looked back to see the car driving off. I sighed, now at ease from the strange incident.

What was that, an alien or a creation of a company?

I skidded between moss covered gravestones - some were poorly mismanaged. It saddens me to know that nobody respects the dead's resting place. They're supposed to be filled with fresh flowers and lights with some cards or even drawings. Some of them might be soldiers of a long lost war…

On my way out, I met an old lady. She was short and had her grey hair pulled up in a cute old-style bun with an old necklace. "Hello." She greeted with a smile as she pushed the gate open. I nodded at her with a smile, too. I have respect for old people. They have been fighting to live. It's hard enough to make it to 16 without getting frustrated. "Would you mind if you… helped me putting these on my husband's grave?" Her smile turned sad as she held out 3 chrysanthemum's in her palm.

I couldn't help but feel sad for the nice lady, "Of course, it will be my pleasure to help you." I half smiled at her as she led the way to the grave. The police car was out of my mind by now, leaving place for other thoughts to grow inside my mind.

Her husband's grave was the nicest one here. Its stone were pure white with a bird that was also white, sitting on top of it with a little flower in its mouth. The wings were outstretched like it was about to fly any moment. It was a remark of peace. The bird represented peace and freedom.

"My dear Georgie only got 45 when he died…" Mariah, as I learned her name was, shook her head saddened. "I was 30 when he left for the war. I still remember the day he left… the sky was so blue - so pure that day and the sun shone so bright and warm. They picked him up at five o'clock in the morning. It was never a proper goodbye we said…" A silent tear escaped her eye as she put the flowers down gently. They were also white as the rest.

"Why three flowers?" The question was weird, but I felt like it had to be asked.

Mariah put a hand on my shoulder as the other touched my cheek lightly. I was taken aback at the sudden touch, but didn't get angry at her as I use to when someone might accidently make physical contact with me. "You will know in time, Angel Lyons. There will be answers for all your questions in the end. Have patience with time… let it embrace you till you are a part of it." She nodded to herself and left the graveyard, leaving behind a red envelope with my name on it.

*Someone else's POV*

I watched her leave again… this day was no different from the others. She would leave in a hurry and never be seen again until the next day, as if she only existed when she was walking up the stone path to the school and when she left it with emotionless steps. I knew what she is - a killer. It didn't matter to me though, as I despised the human race.

I am nothing to her - only a person she sees sometimes near the school. I don't go to school. I already have the money I want and I get more day by day and besides, I'm smart enough to make it over the street without dying, so why would I need that place?

It's always like this for me too. I go there in the mornings, just to see her come and come back when the day is over, just to watch her leave. The truth is that she isn't what anybody can call "beautiful", nor pretty. She had braces, and glasses when she reads, which made the ultimate geek look, but if anybody said or picked a fight with her, they would most likely get put into the hospital for a couple of days. If she wasn't such a genius, she would've already gotten suspended from school.

And you ask how I know all this - Resources, my friends… resources. They are valuable these times, especially if you want to know about the dangerous people.

As I walked down the street, a familiar blur of brown hair caught my eye. There she is again… She was looking at a police car, even touching it. If it was something she was famous for, it was her obsession with cars. And when I say that, I mean all cars! Even the toy ones…

At my surprise - and her - the car door opened. I expected a pissed of cop to step out of it, but it just opened.

She began to back away and jumped over the old cemetery fence. Her sudden actions were explained as the car was driving towards her… with no driver in it.

As everything else, I just shrugged it off. I didn't give a shit about that creek car anyway… but I can't help to feel curious about its secrets.

*Angel's POV*

How did the old woman know her and what did she mean by 'you will know in time'…? Does that mean something is coming up, or was she just fucking with my brain? No… She knows something… I can feel it.

I opened the red envelope that she had left behind her. There were two pictures in it with a short letter, written with a curvy and messy style.

"Angel… If you are reading this, be careful. Bad things are on their way. Don't trust anyone! Hide if you can and keep away from any suspicious things, especially the cops."

It didn't make sense at all… Who would want to warn me and how do they know me, or was it a warning to for me to keep away from the person who wrote this?

This has been a long freaking fuck day. I sighed deeply and pushed the door open. My house wasn't big, but it wasn't small, either. All the walls were pure black with band-posters on them. I am in metal and rock for most of the time, but also alternative music. I like those songs about death. They comfort me…

I walked through the kitchen which had a light appearance unlike the other rooms. White and black were my favorite main colors. Other than that, it was red - crimson red.

I had a basement too… I ordered a red door that they put up down there - in order to honor the creators of Insidious. It's also cool to have that, and I met anyone would kill for it, if they were a fan of the movie.

I decided that I wasn't going to eat anything today, just drink something. I don't like food so I usually just eat breakfast and lunch and if I get hungry later, I'll just grab some snack and watch a good gory horror movie. Like Friday the 13th, I freaking love them!

A vibrating sound startled me and I accidently dropped my glass of water on the floor. It shattered into hundreds of pieces. "What the freaking fuck-face?!" I snarled at the glass, almost expecting an apology from the broken glass. My phone continued to sound like a robot that was having sex with a computer so I answered with a groan, "Hello…?" Robotic sounds were heard and at first, I thought it was a joke, but it soon turned into an English speaking robot-ish thing.

"We know where you are hiding, fleshling." I said with its cold robotic voice. Then it hung up on me…

"Okay… who the fuck is it that wants to mess with my mind?!" I mumbled with my phone still at my ear. I shrugged it off as it probably was nothing and went to bed.

*No one's POV*

The earthling seemed angry when Soundwave had contacted her. He had been watching her for a long time now… yes, a very long time. He had even seen her brutal ways of murdering other earthlings. She was quiet though, made no unnecessary sound.

"Master… the female has been contacted. It's time to send in Barricade."

He was connected to a military satellite to keep up with everything NEST was doing. Nothing was going to stop them now… not when they had the girl.