Run. He extended his hand to her. She looked behind herself to see the light coming towards her, she looked back at him, into his blue eyes. It was too late. He stared fearful and screamed again. Eve, NO!

She opened her eyes, sweaty and breathless, she looked at her hands and she removed her black wavy hair away from her face.

She grunted, pushed the blankets from her body and sat up straight, moving her shoulders in a circular way.

The soft light that came through the window slowly climbed the rooms floor, until it reached her feet.

A knock came to her door. "Oi! Girl! Get up!" She looked at it, at the shadow beneath it. The knocking and voice came again. "I said GET UP!"

"I heard you!" She snarled back at the man on the other side.

She heard him scoff and complain, before he stepped away from the door. She glared at the door. This place was better than selling her body like the whore's in the brothel, but the men here were still pigs and the owner was no rose either.

'That's what I get when I play with mystery books…' She got up, remembering how she got her.

"Come on you ball sacks of turd. Get up!" She walked around with a smirk on her face as the Commander taught the new recruits.

She approached the older man who smiled at her sight. "Ah! Finally! Someone who is more capable than any of you, waterlilies."

She laughed at him and waited at the podium to see the men as they stared at her.

"Commander." She said politely.

"Eve. Okay you lot! Rest!" He walked at her smiling. "How was your mission?"

"Easy." She stared at the men. "These are the new recruits?"

"All 15 of them." He said as he stared at them with a judgmental look. "All a bunch of Waterlilies."

"Waterlilies are pretty."

"Not these kinds." He looked at the woman. "Got your mail, you received a package from your great aunt."

Her hazel eyes landed on him and she frowned, 'My great aunt?'

"What's wrong?"

Eve shook her head, she decided to keep quiet and looked at her commanding officer with a smile. "Nothing, I was wondering if I'll finally have the chance to retire with that."

He laughed. "Hope not! You're the best special forces we have."

Eve smiled and punched him lightly in the shoulder. "I'll see you later."

She walked away, as she did she released her black hair from its binding, the strands fell and at the end of it lighted showing a slight tinge of red.

The same red could be seen on her eyes. Whenever she was angry, small spots of red appeared on the hazel color, like fire.

She walked around the compound with confident, many lads looked at her with a smile.

"Oi! Evie! How about you and I role in the hay together?" She flipped her middle finger at him and kept walking with a smile as the men laughed.

It wasn't an insult, nor a sexist remark. They knew better by now, not to bother the Phoenix, as she was called by her friends. A stupid name she always added, she looked nothing like a bird, so why did they call her that? Because of the birthmark in her arm, that had the strange resemblance to the immortal bird.

Eve walked towards the entrance of the building.

"Morning Phoenix. I put the package in your room."

"Thank you, Bill." She said as she walked taking her coat off and grabbing the key he threw her.

She passed more of her comrades, some joked while others simply acknowledged her presence with a smile or a nod.

Eve reached her room, located the furthest from the men's. She had her own private suit. As the door shut behind her and she turned, the first thing she saw was the box in her bed. Eve threw the keys to a bowel in the room and walk towards the bed.

She picked the box up and frowned at it. It wasn't too heavy. She shook it but there were no loose parts that could tell her what it was.

The woman stared at the parcel for a moment, wondering if it wasn't a bomb, but she quickly threw that idea away. If it was a bomb it would had exploded by now.

She took her pocked knife and easily cut the tape around the box, when she was done she threw her knife to the bed. Eve opened the package and stared at a strange, red leather book filled with strange golden, metallic, symbols in the front.

The girl frowned as she looked at the book. 'Why would anyone send me this?'

Eve reached for the book, and when she did she felt a headache hit her. She screamed, as she held her head and closed her eyes.

There was a noise in her head, one that lead her to her knees. Eve held her head, pressing her temples to try and stop the pain. "Don't fight it." She heard in her head, but she was a stubborn person and like the commander used to tell her, she was never good with following orders.

"Don't fight it!" She screamed. "It will only prolong your pain. Don't fight it. This was meant to happen. Let go, Evelyn."

"Fuck you!" She said out loud, to whoever was talking to her.

"The tower is almost complete. The Sword will reveal itself, but he needs someone to show him the right path… You are not just a woman. You are the Phoenix." Those were the last words, Evelyn Fawkes heard, before she passed out.

After that, dandy, event Eve found herself in this world. A medieval world ruled by violence and an unfit world for a woman without a home, or job.

The place, she found herself, was called Londinium and by what it seemed she was STILL in England, but a distant and different England from what she was used to.

A dictator for King, streets filled with filth, the soldiers who abided the law were corrupt and feared… How joyful and lucky was she?

Nevertheless, Eve found her way around pretty quickly, she wasn't special forces for no reason. She quickly found out that, to life in this town, she could; One, sell her body. (That wasn't going to happen. EVER!) or Two, work as a low wagered waitress.

Which leads her to the now.

She got up, placed her clothes on and down the stair she went, for another day of groping, flirtish insults and bad mouthing. 'Joy!'

Eve quickly moved the stools from the tables and placed them on the ground. She cleaned the tables, as she did the other girls appeared.

"Morning Eve." The blond woman said as she held her hair in a braid and raised it upwards. She began helping as well.

"Morning Clara." The two worked in silence, until another waitress appeared. She was Rosalie, and she did not talk to Eve.

Eve didn't fuss about this, she had her life to worry about and she knew, there were bound to be people in the world who wouldn't fancy her. She herself didn't fancy Rosalie, so she ignored her, just like the other woman did.

When they were done with the initial job, Eve walked behind the counter to clean it as well. Her constant insisting on cleaning the tables, counter and even the mugs confused them, at first, but after a while they no longer questioned it.

The owner of this refined establishment watched the women work from up the second-floor balcony. He didn't say anything, he just watched and drank his ale as Eve worked. In a way he had been lucky to find the girl, under her management he was capable of raising more money.

Of course, he would never admit that, he was a man after all.

The three girls prepared the tavern for the coming day.

As she cleaned the mug Eve saw the light peep in from the window and she held a sigh. 'Another day in paradise.'

Hello, this is something that has been in my head since I saw the movie. I kind of slipped to a friend of mine I'd been writting this instead of the current story of AC (Which I still am!) and I kind of said... I would put it here as well so that she could read it xD so... here it is, hope you like ;)