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Chapter 2:Warrior Princess Barbie

Brittany's POV

Hmmm…She has a nice body, but I wonder if those boobs will slow her down. Doesn't matter anyway, because I've been doing this longer and I'm the best. Thrax told me to assess her skills; this is going to be no fun.

"Have you ever been in a fight princess?" I ask while I am stretching out my arms and legs

"Don't fucking call me that, Barbie…" she spits out, "…Are you trying to start something or what; what's your deal?"

I stifle a little laugh at the nickname she has given me and look directly at her.

"My deal, Santana; is that your gangster ass walks around like you're the boss, yet you obviously are just all talk. Basically I just want to see if you have any potential to be useful in this life." I finish nonchalantly.

Though a bit harsher then intended, I am not wrong. Santana doesn't know it yet, but the day Thrax saved her was also the day they both showed up on some pretty nasty people's radar. You see, Thrax never made it to Juvie ; nor did I for that matter. I was arrested when I was twelve for stabbing my father in the neck with his knife, which he deserved because it was the same knife he killed my mother with in front of me when I was eight. He was head of some organization that kidnaps kids, and trains them to be perfect little assassins/spies. My father experimented on me, and trained me up until the day he died. Drugs were injected into my spine to turn off my emotions and switch to automatic survival mode. While I don't regret killing him, my biggest mistake was not realizing that he didn't work alone. When I was arrested, they took me to an underground military base type place. To my surprise, there were hundreds of kids of all ages. For three years I excelled in every test and death match that was thrown my way; killing seven kids older then me in the process. The boss man, Mr. Chang, took notice of my skills and when I was 15 he sent me on a mission to scope out and bring back a good batch of kids. I hijacked the juvie bus that had Thrax on it, and to be honest if she wasn't on that bus I would probably still be recruiting kids for them and killing innocent people.

(Flashback)

"What the fuck yo! Did you just kill him, is he dead?" A chubby black girl shouted right next to my ear.

I ignore the kids and their silly questions; I think that it's pretty clear that he is dead. Fucking duh. I push the driver out of the seat and take the wheel; I have a deadline to arrive at the drop zone. As soon as I pull over, I am ambushed by 5 kids, 4 boys and that black girl from earlier.

"I don't know who you think you are girly, but nobody especially a little twig girl like you gets the drop on 'The Puckersaurous'", A boy with a Mohawk laughs out

The three other boys no including the Mohawk boy have me pinned down, head against the wheel and the girl is checking my pockets; I assume for a phone. As soon as her hand is reaching my jacket pocket, I grab her arm with the crook of my elbow and use it to knock one of the boys off of me. The boy falls down, and with my right arm finally free, I reach over to grab the boy who has my other arm ; I grip the base of his neck and pull it towards mine instantly knocking him out. The other boy pulls me up by the neck and attempts to chock me while the Mohawk guy lands a blow to my stomach.

"You only think you're slick, see puck right her…" he gestured to himself ,"…anit got no time for that."

Before I can even reply to his dumb ass comment, my survival mode kicks in. I grab the dagger out of my left boot and stab the boy chocking me in the eye; as he is rolling around on the floor screaming in pain, I approach the Mohawk boy with my expressionless face.

"If you don't sit down and shut up, I will have to make you." I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh you think you bad cause you have a knife? Little girl, I guess you haven't noticed my guns." He said annoying confident.

At this point I decide that he will be useful so I opt out of killing him; however, He seems to be the leader, so I need to make an example.

I push him into the seat and immediately plunge my dagger straight through his thigh.

"I dare you to move. Dinosaur boy." were my final words to be said on the bus.

Ten months later, I was put in the cage with Puck and the black girl from the bus; Puck was bigger and bruised from his fights/training, and the girl was more muscular, with a Mohawk just like puck. Normally I only had to fight one opponent at a time, but who was I to complain.

"Warrior Princess Barbie, we meet again. Word around here is that you're the best, but me and Thrax here are the prefect tag team. Just consider this beating as a thank you, you deserve it. After all, it is you're fault that we are here." He says circling me sizing me up.

The girl is just leant up against the fence watching me carefully. Thrax…why does that sound familiar? Oh…right. She has become one of the most promising recruits having won 7 fights, but has never actually killed any of her opponents. I've never seen her fight, this shall be interesting.

I lock eyes with Puck and get into my defensive pose, daring him to come at me.

He walks up to me with his hands guarding his face; regular boxing style. I was anticipating him to throw a straight right, but instead he positions a leg behind my left foot, and extends his arm to try and knock me down. Of course, I know just how to counter that; I use his momentum to bend all the way back so that my left hand is on the ground and my right foot come up to strike him in the back of the head.

"Come on, you have to do better then that Dinosaur boy." I say preparing to attack.

I get close enough so that he is both in my reach and I can easily get beyond his reach. I throw a left hook, which he dodged, but left his entire right side defenseless; I kicked him hard in the ribs. With a quick reflex he grabs my leg and elbows me in my thigh. Not going to lie, it hurt a little bit, but I've felt 'real' pain, and this was nowhere near it.

I drop down, because all of his strength is focused on hammering away at my leg; I get his arm in the process trying to get an arm lock to manipulate my position. I must not weight anything because he picks me up with the right arm that I have a hold of and slams me hard on the ground. Ouch. As he picks me up again to go for a second slam, I kick both of his kneecaps which brings him to the ground. Seconds later he recovers. I make a mental note that he has a quick recovery time, a lot of upper body strength, and his movements are primal, not at all strategic. Attacking his ribs, knees, and dodging his hits would slow him down, and leave him winded. Shit, I almost forget, the girl. Where is she? I look around until I see that she is doing something with her hands; I guess making signs, but I can't decipher them.

Just as I turn around to Puck, he is coming at me with a series of kicks and punches that I barely have time to get out of the way of. Damn. He catches me with a flying knee, and I loose my balance. Luckily I know all sorts of bailouts for a fall, and end up right back on my feet in the path of a still charging Puck. I challenge his punches blow for blow, knocking his arms to the side so that that narrowly miss making contact with me. Suddenly he stops attacking and walks off to the side where Thrax is standing. They start whispering to each other; No doubt discussing the fight and preparing to switch places. Puck scoffs and leans against the fence glaring daggers at me while Thrax shoots me a smile and begins walking towards me- Then it hit me that the boy was just a decoy, and I was probably getting played; but what the hell are they up to and why are none of the adults around to supervise like they always do?

No more games, I will not be played; this is my domain, I run this. Always will, and always have.

As soon as she is within striking distance, I throw a right hook; she simply steps to the side, grabs my arm and pins it against my back; making sure to tweak my elbow so that I couldn't move my arm with popping it out of the socket.

"Since your so good at following orders. Play dead." She whispers into my and then stabs a needle into my neck.

Suddenly my eyes feel heavy,and all I see is unicorns and rainbows...then there's nothing but darkness.

"Wake up Warrior Princess Barbie" I hear a familiar voice say.

I blink my eyes a few times trying to clear my vision. Oh great... the Mohawk twins. I lazily try to sit up, but quickly notice that I am tied up in nylon ropes.

"What the hell is going on? Where am I?" I question calmly

Inside I was freaking out a little, but I know better then to show it.

Thrax walks over to me and knells down to untie the ropes gently and slowly.

"No worries Blondie, You're safe now." She retorts.

She continues once the ropes are untied.

"What I don't understand about you, is why haven't you tried to get out. Clearly you are the strongest K.A,why did you let them use you without a fight?" She ask, now sitting cross legged beside me watching me closely.

I take a deep breath trying to regain some life back into my body and sit up.

"My dad did something to me, I don't know what exactly; but Miss. P told me that I have three personalities. One Defensive, one offensive, and the other is me. I don't like to fight, I like rainbows,stuffed animals,and unicorns;but a part of me really enjoys it. I am just barely a human being anymore; I've forgotten how to use my emotions, I've killed, and I have no one but the organization. I have nothing to live for, other then what I was made for; Killing and fighting." I say expressing no emotion.

It's true. I am a killing machine, it's all I know- but I lied. I haven't forgotten how to use my emotions, I just turn them off when necessary.

"I see. While I was watching you fight, I noticed that you weren't giving it your all; You landed mostly counters. That along with the fact that you think so lowly of yourself, just proves that you have emotions. It's horrible what your father put you through, but you don't have to let that dictate who you are. I use to think the same as you; that all i was made for was to cause chaos and fight. Funny thing is, being in the organization gave me something to fight for. Puck ,Artie, Mike and I all have the same reason to keep fighting. Mike is Mr. Chang's son; his dad did experiments on him as well. With Artie's serum, His personality is the on is control, he no longer acts as a reflex, he can control it." She finishes by patting Mike on the shoulder.

"I know what your going through, trust me. Let us help you out of the dark", the Asian boy speaks softly.

Is there really help for me? Why would anybody want to help me; I know I've tried to kill all of them at some point.

Just as i'm considering my options and scoping out an escape routine ( I can't help it, I'm operating on default right now), I feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck.

"What..." That's all I got out before all I saw was blackness, again. I really wish people would stop sticking me with needles I mean damn, can I get a warning or something.

(End flashback)

*Next Chapter will pick up were the first chapter left off Britt vs. Santana sparring match. The story will get easier to follow, I just have to rush some stuff, so i'm going back and forth between the past and present.