A/N: So I'm new to fanfiction as a writer and this idea popped into my head and I had to take a shot at writing it down :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters from it, that honor belongs to Ryan Murphy. Title is from the song Soft Shock by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
All she remembered was it it was cold. The night she was taken was cold, snowy and haunting somehow. It's been seven years but she still remembers how she spent that winter day she was taken away from everything she loved and knew.
She was no longer Rachel Berry, aspiring broadway star, daughter to Leroy and Hiram Berry, or even Finn Hudson's girlfriend. No longer was she the overwhelmingly positive seventeen-year-old girl. She was now a twenty-four year old trained assassin. She honestly had no identity beyond her codename, Agent 72.
Most of her memories were blurs. The academy had taught her that memories were linked to emotions and to do what they were going to make her do, she was better of without them. She remembered fighting but not what for or why. All she really truly remembered was a song. The melody, the lyrics and could even hear it play on her head sometimes but that was it. Nothing else. Not who it was by or when she heard it.
She is then snapped out of her reverie when Agent 22 approaches. He walks to her with a blank, cold stare, similar to the one that she was sure was painted across her face.
"You got a job." he stated in his usual monotone voice.
"Who's the target?" she says looking at him to hand her the file.
"Burt Hummel, he's a senator based down in Lima. Apparently he's causing some issues with the budget that one of our client doesn't quite approve of so he called us in to… neutralize the issue."
Her mind clicks somehow. Like she's heard that name before, as if it should mean something to her. She shakes it off as nothing more that over thinking and stress. She stands up from her desk, smoothing her skirt and asks, "When do I leave?"
She is to touch down in Lima at 1300 hours. She expects to be gone by 1300 hours the following day. It was to be a simple get in, make it look like an accident, and get out. Nothing more. Nothing less. She lays out the intel in front of her. Burt Hummel is to be in his Lima home for lunch, his wife is to be at work and both children are out of state in college. It would probably be easiest to tamper with his meal and be done with it. She shuts the folders then satisfied with the plan and calls it into the HQ. She checks her disguise and prepares for landing.
Entering Burt Hummel's home was a joke. There was actually a window open ready for anyone to climb into. No alarm system of anything. Easy as pie.
"Must be a trusting bunch," she mutters to herself once she's in the house. She heads to the kitchen when she sees a tall, brown haired boy holding a bat up with terror in his eyes.
She composes her shocked expression. No one was supposed to be here. All of the intel said so and here it was an easy mission being blown to pieces. Just her fucking luck…
"I'm calling the cops! You shouldn't be here!" the boy yells.
She makes eye contact with him then, and begins to speak slowly, "If you know what's good for you, you will put that bat down and let me allow you to forget this ever happened."
He drops the bat suddenly then and does something that nearly bewilders her. He walks towards her cautiously.
"Rach?" he chokes out. He runs towards her then and embraces her. She allows him to, only to pull a syringe out of her back pocket and plunge it into his neck.
A/N: Please review! Let me know what you think? Should I continue?