Darkness is slowly surrounding her. The room she's in is getting warmer and warmer. The young child quickly climbs up the desk and lifts the chair up to put it on the desk. She skillfully climbs onto it and takes the box from above the closet. She quickly climbs down again crams the content into the bag her parents prepared in case something happens. She walks to the window and looks back one more time before she jumps down.

Firefighters catch her in a net under her window and help her to the ambulance. She looks back one more time before the doctors take her away. The sight of a vicious black shadow at the foot of the house causes a tear to fall down in anger. Snow begins to fall and a cold yet soft wind embraces her in a comforting way.

~4 years later~

Many things have happened since that fateful day. After the hospital released me, a man brought me to an orphanage and told me to do a kind of test. After that test came another test and another, until the day that woman took me away from a living hell.

The moment she told me I was going to leave with her was the luckiest thing I heard in months. I thought that she's going to bring me to a heaven on earth. But no, she brought me to the next level of hell; one of endless working, learning and training.

She brought me to a school for high intellectual children with no parents. When she told me my parents were once the best of school, something inside me sparkled. I wanted to reach the same level. No, I wanted to surpass them both. I would make them proud! In grades and friendship.

But, the latter turned out to be harder than I expected. I had always been the outsider in the school. I was different. My IQ was higher than most and my looks didn't help. Long, straight, white hair, blood red eyes and sickly pale skin had always made me stand out. The other children always feared me, called me names. At first, I tied to do my best to get at least one friend. But after a while, it didn't matter to me anymore, what did matter was that I wanted to be the best. It's something that might not always be good. In my case it was bad. Really bad.

The school turned out to be a governance program to train smart and potential children into spies and assassins. That meant waking up 4 o'clock, mandatory warming up, breakfast at 5 o'clock, three classes from 2 hours, lunch, combat training at noon, weapon knowledge at 2 o'clock, secondary skill at 4 o'clock, third skill at 6 o'clock and dinner at 8. Those who were the best of their age, had training in the Cage after dinner.

The Cage is a small arena with all kinds of weapons, booby traps, dangers you can think of (a bit like the Arena in The Hunger Games, it's only a bit smaller and a lot deadlier). Every child goes into the Cage once a year, but the best children – like me – were put inside each night to get the best out of us. We had to fight each other until only one stands. The older kids had an advantage for they are stronger and larger than us. But that doesn't mean they would win. In fact, they always lost because they didn't think before they act. They always went after the other strong ones first and didn't see the traps people like me set up, wounding them before they even had the chance to move.

It has been four years now. No one has every defeated me in the Cage and I'm on my first mission as an assassin. I had hoped that this day would never come, I had hoped that they saw that I'm not spy/assassin material and would have let me become what I've been trained to become, next to being an assassin. Now, I wish I've never done my best in those years, never wanted to surpass my parents and never won in the Cage. But, it's too late to hope or wish now. My mission has just ended and I've killed my targets; two men working for an enemy organization and their whole family.

AN: Hi people! This is my first attempt on fanfiction and I hope you like it. Please Review!