Chapter 1

Parents always tell their children not talk to strangers and to stay far away from them. And that is what I did that day –I ignored him. I ignored the fact that he was staring at me as I played with my parents in the park. I ignored him when he pulled out his phone. But I didn't know what to do when he grabbed me, a few feet away from my dad, and started heading to a black van. I screamed as he shoved me inside the black van and closing the door, seeing a glimpse of my dad running our way.

That would be the last time I would ever see him.

I could not see my abductor's face clearly in the dark and there were other people inside, one driving, and another on his laptop. That was before they decided to blindfold me and tie my hands up. Fear erupted in my body and all I can remember is the smell of expensive cologne and bad after shave. But questions stayed intact in my mind: why take me? Why take a little girl away from her parents?

But most importantly, what did they want with me?

And I got my answers when I met them, the people who ordered the men to take me away from my parents. They called themselves Special Division, a secret unit of the government, a facility of gifted children like me…supernatural gifted. I didn't understand what they meant until they told me that they spotted me at a museum with my mom and I moved a trash could with a wave of my hand. They spotted me and wanted me. But I didn't know I had powers. I didn't realize I even moved the trashcan. I thought abilities like that could only exist in comic books and movies.

I was six years old when they took me and the next seven years of my life changed me. They trained us to become assassins, to kill our enemies or kidnap more children like us. They were creating an army of super soldiers. But ten of us escaped one rainy night with some help and never looked back. We returned to our families and lived our normal lives until they found me living in Phoenix with my mom and her new husband. I would never forget what happened that horrid and vile night.

Now, ten of us are hiding all around the world, hiding from Special Division and their agents. They are hunting us down one by one, not caring who they kill on the way. I don't know how many of us are really dead but I am not counting to be next.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am seventeen years old. I am an ex-agent of Special Division. I am going to make sure I am not the last.

My eyes traveled above the heads of the large crowd and saw Charlie's waving hand outside of the sunny Seattle airport, standing next to his police cruiser. It wasn't hard to miss the car because of the red and blue lights on top of his car. Charlie is the Chief of Police of a small town called Forks and he is my father. My hands automatically went to my hood over my head, making sure it was up perfectly and walked forward.

"Bells look at you! You're all grown up." Charlie said in shock.

I rolled my eyes as he took my luggage to the back of the car. "I grew an inch since you last seen me."

Charlie chuckled, "I thought your mom was the comedian of the family." Then his smile and laughter vanished when he realized what he had just said.

I put my hand on his forearm and said, "Dad it's okay. It's okay to talk about it."

"I should be saying those words to you, not the other way around."

I shrugged, "Living with mom and Phil made me an adult."

Charlie smiled once more but it was more of a sad smile and started the engine of his car. My eyes stared out of the window, watching as we past the buildings of hospitals and empires to houses to nothing but tall trees. And I did not mind the silence in the car. Charlie and I have never had a heart to heart before. But I did not mind. We are similar that way because we are both quiet people and do not express emotions. I have not showed any emotions since that night.

A day after my seventeenth birthday, I was put into position of life and death in my home in Phoenix that I shared with my mom, Renee, and my stepfather, Phil. Special Division agents figured out where I lived and showed me the consequences for running away by killing Renee and Phil in front of me. Everything changed for me that night and for four months, I put myself into guilt and hard core training but also, trying to find the other children that escaped along with me. If Special Division founded me, who knows who else they have killed because of our actions.

"Bells we're home." Charlie's voice interrupted my thoughts, causing me to look at the house in front of us.

The house still looked the same inside and outside and I am glad for that. This is the only place that I feel familiar with in my life. My fingers brushed the photos on the wall of Renee and Charlie and some with the three of us but I stopped seeing an article page titled "Forks Lost Girl Returns after Seven Years!" I sighed, not wanting to see that. I have to ask Charlie later to put it down. My room looked the same as well but replaced with a bigger closet, more drawers, a bookshelf, and a wooden desk. Good I need to put my laptop somewhere.

"Bells, I'm going to order some pizza. Is that alright?" Charlie yelled from downstairs.

My stomach growled and I laughed, "Yeah dad sounds good."

The good thing about my dad that I like, he doesn't hover.

After I was done unpacking, I noticed there was one more thing left in my big luggage. It was a quilt. A quilt my mom made for me on my birthday of all the vacation trips we took after I escaped Special Division. Tears began to fall down and I quickly tried to stop them before Charlie sees me this way. The more I cry, the more the guilt and pain grows in my heart. I will always blame myself for what happened and that blame will never go away especially since I couldn't do anything to help.

"Bella, there's a package for you!" Charlie yelled. I ran downstairs and found Charlie signing the paperwork and I noticed the football game playing. I shook my head, smiling my dad and his sports. "Were you expecting a package?"

"Um not really." The package was bigger than I was. "I'm going to open this upstairs."

I closed the door behind me and opened the package. It was a briefcase when I opened it, my eyes widen with shock and happiness. Inside were daggers and different guns. And there is a note.

Be careful Swan.

X

My smile grew wider; it was from one of the children I kept in contact since the funeral. He is the only person I know that is still alive. My hands touched the cold daggers before I pushed the briefcase behind my clothes in the closet. At least I am prepared tomorrow to face the hormonal teenage males.

"You can use your beauty as your advantage. You would be surprise how easily men fall for beautiful women with or without makeup."

"I don't care. I'm still not putting that crap on my face."

"You have to Isabella, if you want to survive in here."

The sound of pounding rain woke me from my deep slumber and saw nothing but darkness in my room. It was just a bad dream –no, a bad memory. But the clocked show four thirty in the morning and I won't be able to go back to sleep with the sound of pounding rain outside. I changed into my sweats and carefully walked downstairs to the basement to find Charlie's punching bag hanging in the middle of the room and his weights. While Charlie was training to be a cop when I was "away", he kept himself busy by putting up his own gym in the basement but I doubt that he still uses it.

He is the Chief of Police and barely spends time in his own home except for weekends to watch the game the late afternoon or at least that is what Renee has told me. Which reminds me I should cook for him for now on. He is allowing me to live here until I turn eighteen years old and go to college –if I go to college.

I put the tape around my knuckles and began punching the bag as if it is a real life person in front of me or more importantly, a Special Division agent. The harder I threw my punches, the more it hurt but no pain no game right? After I was finished with that, I decided to check out the weights and then do some stretching. Special Division put us in a tight schedule of training, learning languages, technology, and the rest was school stuff. It was almost normal if you don't count on how to use a knife or gun to kill someone.

After my morning workout, I took a quick warm shower and changed into jeans, boots, and a Muse shirt. I turned to the mirror and saw a long brown hair teenager with dark bags under her chocolate brown eyes, pale skin, and scars on my arms. Just great. I grabbed my leather jacket and put it on. The scars on my arms weren't as bad as the ones on my stomach or back but people could question. And I could lie saying that it is old from a bike accident as a kid. That's what sucks to be in a small town, there are people that know people and word spreads quick here.

I had a half hour left to get to school, ate a small breakfast, and found a note from Charlie, saying his present is waiting for me outside. There was an old, red Chevy truck with another note with a pair of keys. Apparently, the car belonged to a Billy Black and his son, Jacob drove here this morning. The last name sounds familiar. But I love it. I am not a fan of gifts but this has to be the best one I have received.

I still got to school earlier than I expected and there wasn't as many people in the parking lot. I stayed in my truck reading East of Eden and got lost to the part where Cathy shoots Adam and leaves, that I did not notice that the parking lot was getting crowded. Quickly, I got out of my new car and went to the office. Of course, the front desk lady looked at me wondering whom I was but when I told her, her eyes shot brightly with excitement. Apparently, the news of my arrival is not a secret in this town.

My eyes stared at the names, numbers, and areas of my classrooms as my mind slowly memorized it. When I got out of the office, more and more students were walking in the hallways I stuffed everything in my bag and suck in a deep breath before pulling my hood over my head. I can do this. They can't find me here. They will not find me here. I am safe. Charlie is safe. Everyone is safe.

Man, am I paranoid?

In each class, the teacher would make me introduce myself and explain little things about my life and I hated it because students would stare and whisper. I could not exactly tell my fellow classmates that I am a trained supernatural assassin that can easily kill them under a few minutes.

"Bella, wait up!" I turned my head to see a blonde hair boy running up to catch up with me. Crap, it was Mike Newton. He introduced himself to me before in my other class and I really did not want to be talking to him. He was like a puppy that will not go away.

I walked quickly to the lunchroom and just found a bunch of students turning their heads and I covered myself more in my hood to get my lunch. I can't make any friends in this school –making friends would mean questions and questions means answers that need to be answer. It is too dangerous. I grabbed a simple sandwich with an apple and water before making my way to an empty table in the back.

That is when I saw them.

The first thing I noticed about them was how they do not look alike yet so beautiful. There were three boys, one big and muscular with dark curly hair. Another was taller, leaner with honey blonde hair. The last boy was less bulky and lanky with bronzed colored hair. He was more boyish look than the others were. The girls were the opposites. The tall blonde had a beautiful figure with golden hair. The short girl was pixie like with black, cropped short hair.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. All of them were paler than I was and had golden eyes with dark shadows under them as if they are suffering with sleep problems. Their clothes reminded me too much of our "mother" in Special Division because she would dress us for our missions. Suddenly, a group of people began sitting with me at my table and instantly, recognized the blonde boy trying to talk to me before in my other classes.

"I see you've met the Cullens." A blonde girl giggled. I looked at her questionably and she quickly noticed. "That's Emmett, Edward, and Alice Cullen and the blondes are twins Jasper and Rosalie Hale. They all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

"Are they related?"

"No they're all adopted. Jasper and Rosalie are Mrs. Cullen's niece and nephew." A brown haired girl from my Spanish class told me. Her name is Angela I think. "It's very nice that they adopted more kids."

Jessica giggled, "But they are all together like couples except for Edward. He is the only single one of the family. But none of the girls here are good enough for him." I smiled and noticed that Edward was also smiling as if he could hear the conservation himself. "So don't waste your time trying to get his attention."

I scoffed at this girl's attitude and stood up, lifting my bag over my shoulder. "Trust me I'm not interested." I walked away before they could even question me about my past relationships.

As I threw my lunch away, I turned my head around and could have sworn that Edward Cullen was staring at me.

a/n: Yes, I used some words from "Nikita" but it was so catchy I had to use it!

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