Dylan
Roger arrived at my 'apartment' around eight. He told me what was going to happen. At this point, all I knew was that I had a mission. And I was ready for anything.
"Good morning Dylan. It's time to go." Roger was a man of few words. "We have a long car ride, I will brief you then." I followed Roger out to of the hall where I had been living for as long as I can remember which was about a month. I stepped into a black limo and sat down. We rode in silence for a long time. Then Roger began explaining.
"18 years ago a man paid us to mutate his daughter. This girl became the most powerful mutant ever created. However since she was privately owned we could not experiment on her. So we created copies of her, but nothing is as good as the original. This girl is called Annemarie. Over the years she has trained some of our top mutant agents. However, we have reason to believe she is up to something…we believe she is hacking our computers and secretly running our company. We do not have evidence, of this. Dylan you are an untrained Clone. Annemarie thinks she is training you to be our next top mutant. Your job is to get close to her, learn what is going on and report to us. You will also learn to be an excellent fighter and everything else Annemarie teaches you. Questions?"
"What is she like?"
"Annemarie is a shorter mutant. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is stern and quiet. She is controlled and fierce. She will work your butt off and display no emotion. She has no manners and is very powerful. Getting her to open up to you will be very difficult. This is why your training session with her will last two years."
"Two years?"
"Yes. Here is a laptop with all the things we know about her. Because of Annemarie's intense intelligence you may never send us information via internet. She would probably get a hold of it. Therefore you will take careful notes and store them here. Never use this laptop to go online. All of the mutant training rooms at her mansion are equipped with a computer. That you may use for whatever you like. The rest of your things will be along later. A tire popped on the truck just before we left."
"Will she be training other mutants with me?"
"No. Usually she has a few at a time, but we have reserved her for you."
Cool. I got two years locked up with a stiff girl who was going to work me to death. Not exactly the most exciting thing ever. But still, it was something. I am a clone. My body belonged to an 18 year old boy who died in a car crash in Canada. They managed to save him/me by cloning me. However I have no memory of that life.
A few hours later we arrived at Annemarie's training mansion. It was in the middle of nowhere. The house was huge. She had a barn full of horses and a really tall turret which looked like a conservatory. The house had a huge glass dome in the center of the roof. There was also a gigantic swimming pool with a waterfall.
We entered the house and were greeted by an elderly man with a British accent.
"Good morning gentlemen."
"Hello Harry."
"How can I help you?"
"I'm here to drop of Dylan."
"Beg your pardon? There are no trainees scheduled for this month."
"You did not receive the email?"
"No sir."
"Well I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Dylan will be here for the next two years. Annemarie will train him." Roger seemed annoyed. It was rather funny though, such a top secret plan failing because they forgot to schedule something.
"Come in." The man, Harry, seemed annoyed but he was being as respectful as possible. "I shall call Hunter, but she will probably be…difficult."
"Annemarie." Roger snapped.
"She prefers to be called Hunter here in her house." Harry replied coolly. He led the way into a sitting room, that was near the kitchen. He walked over and pushed a button. I looked around the room. It was neat and well furnished. There was comfortable tan couch and a few red sitting chairs. The walls of the sitting room were creamy and so was the kitchen. I'm not going to describe everything I saw as it would take forever. The most interesting thing however was the room attached to the kitchen. It was about 25 feet wide and perfectly circular. The floor was a dark rich wood, probably cherry. There was a flight of fancy stairs leading up to the second floor. The second floor had a balcony that wrapped around the circular room like and indoor balcony with a fancy railing. Above that was another floor. This had no stairs attached, and no railing around its balcony.
"She's ignoring my paging." Harry muttered. He then picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. He groaned and I guess, she had ignored his call.
"Miss Hunter!..." Harry called up the circular room. There was silence. "Miss Hunter?" More silence "HUNTER!"
"Mmm." A lod groan echoed down to us.
"Don't play stupid with me young lady. Come when you're called."
"I'm busy." Annemarie/Hunter sounded bored.
"Stop acting like a princess and get down here."
"I am a princess. I am princess of the mutants. I am princess of the forbidden castle where no one ever comes. Now don't you take that tone of voice with me oh slave or I shall have you tossed to the alligators in the moat."
"HUNTER...I will take away your allowance…and TV…and Internet…and cell phone…and um…no more riding…and ill take away the puppy and—"
"Oh stuff it." Then she appeared. All I saw was a blur of white and honey brown. There was a loud thump and a girl landed on the floor. Her wings flew everywhere, she even hit Harry.
"Hunter…you're impossible." Harry shook himself and rolled his eyes. The girl straightened and shook out her wings smiling at the old man.
Roger began lecturing her and talking to her. But I stopped listening. I had pictured a stiff girl with perfect hair, perfect makeup, in a professional suit with glasses and high heels and a shrill voice. But Annemarie/Hunter was nothing like I had imagined. She was beautiful. Her hair was long and blonde, but full of many different colors of yellow, gold, honey, brown and even some red. It was layered and flowed around her face. Her eyes were grey blue and glittered as she talked. Her lips were perfect and light pink. She had a slight crook in her teeth, but it was cute. Her cheeks were full and pink. Annemarie/Hunter had thin arms that were lightly corded with muscle and the rest of her body was perfect. She wore a plain white v-neck tee shirt and jean shorts that were faded and well loved. Her wings were brown, but a lighter brown than mine. They looked strong and not a single feather was out of place, despite her recent crash landing. I had only met a few girls wile living at the apartment. They had all been either scientists and were way older than me, or mutants with queer unattractive features.
Roger had told me she was stiff and serious. But what I gathered from her conversation with Roger, she seemed to be a sassbox. According to Harry she had ADHD. I think that since they were not expecting us, we had caught her on a 'off the pill day'. Which I liked. She seemed fun.
After a few minutes Roger left with a bewildered look on his face. Annemarie ordered Harry to go a date with his wife and told me to call her Hunter. She told me a few things and then led me up to the conservatory. She chatted about random things. Then she pushed me off the edge. It was scary but it helped me learn to fly a lot. Then she showed me my room. It was on the top floor and I had to fly to get into it. It was really cool and close to her room.
"Alright Maverick. Dinner time." Great add that to my list of growing nicknames from Hunter. She referred to me as Padawan a few times and now I was Maverick? But I liked it. She was becoming my friend really fast and I liked it.
"You cook Princess?" I couldn't help teasing her. I had only known her a few hours, but it felt like forever.
"Very well little buddy." She giggled and jumped off the ledge that led down into the kitchen. I hesitated; it was a little scary, just jumping off a ledge. But I did it. My landing wasn't as graceful as hers but I was a beginner what can I say? "So…what would you like? You're not a vegetarian are you?"
"Nope. But I'm allergic to glutton, sugar, nuts, food coloring and salt." She looked at me raising one of her perfect light brown eyebrows. "I'm kidding." I smiled at her. She laughed.
"I though so. Here take this." She handed me a blob of dough. Together we made pizza. Not just any pizza. We went all out. We made a regular cheese and pepperoni, a barbecue chicken, a pesto and chicken pizza, and a cookie pizza. It was the most fun I ever had. We were covered in flour and spent most of the time sitting on the sitting room couch talking while the pizzas cooked. Since both of were bird kids, we had intense metabolisms and ate almost everything. She was right, she was an amazing cook.
"Ok now as a conclusion to your first day here at camp train your butt off lets go swimming."