New Chapter. I swear if I had the time, my whole life would be devoted to finish this story. I hate school! I hate the homework. Who agrees with me?

Yatlou: Not me-snickers- I don't have school.

Me: Oh yeah, just wait and see. I'll make you go to school.

Yatlou: So, I'll probably skip to college. I mean I'm a genius.

Me: -grunts- Stupid cat.

Yatlou: Tsk, tsk. I'm not stupid. I'm a genius.

Me: -growls- I get it! You are smarter than me. -smirks- Oh, Yatlooou! Where's my adorable, smart kitty?

Yatlou: Okay. What are you planning?

Me: Can you help me with my homework?

Yatlou: What? No way!

Me: come on. You don't have a choice. I own you.

Yatlou: Why can't you ask someone else?

Me: -sigh- You're right. –smiles- I'll ask Max. She wi-

Yatlou: No! I'll do your homework. She will just mess it up and get everything wrong. Also, you don't own her, so she will rip your homework in tiny, miniscule pieces and dance on those pieces, mocking you.

Me: Yeah, okay… well, thanks, Yatlou! I am going to go work on the story! –walks away-

Yatlou: Hey! Wait… you tricked me. Come back!

Yatlou's POV

I watched the man get cornered against the wall. He was wearing the common brown coat and some green pants. His hair was messed up after the chase. His face showed obvious fear as he placed his hands upward in a surrender position.

"Please, have mercy. I have two kids and a wife. They need me. Please, they can't survive with me. I bring the money for the family, so they can be happy. Please, spare my life," he pleaded.

I knew that my eyes didn't show pity or sympathy for the man. Ever since my emotions were shut off, I can't feel anything, so I can hypothesize that my eyes showed nothing. I could laugh, smile, and cry, but I will never actually feel that emotion. Tears will come out, but they would mean nothing. It is like an actress. You can perform and emotion, but you aren't actually feeling that way. The only emotion I could feel in the beginning was relief. I wasn't an overwhelm mess filled with emotions that could lash at any second. However, as time started passing, I have gained other feelings.

I can be amused.

I can get annoyed.

I can pity others.

And, as disgusting as it sounds, love.

Those are all the feelings I can feel at this moment. But, back on track.

The words that responded the man's plead were, "You should have thought of that before you messed with the boss. You promise a fair business with him instead we see you working for the enemy. You were the one that sabotaged our plan."

The man looked like he was going to turn crazy as he flapped his arms like a humming bird. "What? No, I'm only loyal to your company. I was going to sabotage their company to erase the competition. I know that they were always causing problems for you guys, so I was helping you guys. Please, you know I'm a loyal person. I was going to destroy the other company," he informed frantically.

"Sorry, Max, but you are a traitor in the company's eyes," the words kept tumbling out with each plead.

The man showed a confused expression and inquired, "Max? My name is Rafael. You know your partner in the market."

"Yeah, whatever, Max."

I saw the bullet crashed into the man's chest releasing him into another reality. As I shook my head at this disaster, I ate some popcorn. I know what you thinking, "Popcorn? Where the hell did she get popcorn?" No, I'm not a mind reader. I just have enough intellectual to conclude what you are thinking. And if you weren't, well; now you are. Well, if you must know, I'm watching a movie. A boring, languish action movie. I had to start throwing corn kernels towards random people. It was quite amusing to see the human reactions.

For example, I threw a kernel at this blonde chick and her redhead partner. They started to freak out about their hair. They started to scowl at the boy that was behind them and started complaining with him causing them to be kicked out of the theater. Next, I threw another kernel towards some old man during a gunshot. He started yelling about the Vietnam War and he was escorted to get 'help'. Later, I threw one at this group of guys and they started a food fight creating a mess. I felt pity for the person that has to clean this mess. There was ice cream on the red walls and soda on the carpet. I left before the manager could come and the catastrophe that was his theater.

I walked into the cool, fresh winter air. It was the winter solstice where Mother Nature turns into a fearless and savage beast that freezes its enemies into a void of darkness. The city of Paris was not horrible. I must say it is very fancy and expensive. The lights seem to scare all the shadows away with its brilliance as the trees reflected it with its blossoms and leaves. The shops seem to be alive every night. I stared down on my black jeans and my plain, short-sleeve gray shirt. My black jacket had a dragon design on the back and I had combat boots on. I am not fashionable, but Paris can change you. I ignored the people that would always stare at me and whisper about me. The street lead to an alley. I walked down the regular path towards my chamber. Yotrole with Mr. Dotrel. I ambled through the oak trees that helped hide the company from bystander's eyes.

I have stayed for 4 years with this company. 4 years, it sounds miniscule and insignificant, but every minute was frustrating. I wanted to be free and explore the world of my world including that special goal I'm trying to reach.

However, today, it is my escape. My day of freedom. I have tried to escape 8 times each one a failure after another. My conclusion is that they keep finding me because of the chip. I had to get rid of the chip they implanted me when they shut off my emotions without damaging myself. I have prepared myself from the day when I started eavesdropping. Ah, the joys of eavesdropping. My plan is well formatted and will not fail.

I came to the doors of the industry. The doors were 20 ft tall with a painted dragon symbol. The dragon had blue gems that represented its cold personality and was black to illustrate its surreptitious behavior. Its position was standing with blue flames coming out of its mouth. I came to fall in love with the image and pretended that the blue flames were ice shards and frost.

I opened the keypad lid and typed in the code, opening the door. The smell of cigar and wine made me tense up and put on my unemotional mask. He was here. I never I would see him, but after two years, he came. I still despise him and avoid him. When the smell of cigar and wine slaps my face, I knew they were celebrating. I strolled to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor.

The elevator opened to show Mr. Dotrel and Jeb sharing a laugh, a smoke, and a drink. Jeb didn't recognize me from the past. It was difficult to remember since I am still the same size, 4 feet and 5 inches. It stinks being a cat. They have a huge growth spur in their young life, but when they reach young adult, they stop developing their length, or height. However, it doesn't matter since he doesn't spare a glance at me.

I marched the space beside my superior and stayed silent as they conversed with each other. The floor was covered in rich colored maroon and the beige colored walls combined to create a professional office. On a wall, there was a portrait of a beautiful, majestic scenery. It showed a forest and a river dividing the forest into two sides. His black desk was neat and organized with papers piled on one end and a computer at the corner. After a while, Mr. Dotrel turned to me and asked, "Did you enjoy your evening?" I nodded and bowed as he gave recognition of my presence. He smiled at me warmly, but I faked my smile. I knew he thought of me as an obedient 'daughter', yet it was because he never had one. I see him as my boss, not a father.

"Good. I am proud of you. You have been an important figure in this company as my assassin. Therefore, Jeb came in to observe your success. Wait in here while we prepare the training dome," he reported.

I gave him a nod and watched as the doors closed to block my view of Jeb and Mr. Dotrel. I scurried to the computer and turned it on. My chip can be turned off and on from the computer. However, my awesome eavesdropping skills informed me that the computer holds a file with all my information and has a personal tracker. The best part is that I am a personal assistant, which means no other company has my information. I can delete the file and nobody will ever find with the tracker. I move the mouse and clicked on "Experiment 7893". It lead to files of all the murders and assassinations I committed and my status report. I scrolled down to see that my tracker was in room 56 in floor 2. Perfect, it was in the room next to the training dome. I gathered every piece of information about me and clicked 'delete'. I quickly turned the computer off and returned the mouse into its original position.

I scrutinized each area to make sure nothing was out of order. I waited for the beep of my talker to start traveling down to the training dome. I had to wait only 5 more minutes. The light beep signal to start my decent, and I went to the elevator and pressed 2. The doors revealed white walls that were covered with doors. I turned left to room 56. I entered to see a dark room filled with machines and carefully stepped toward the scientist. He was asleep. I am glad that there's a very high security in this building. I saw a flat, rectangular device with a map displayed on it. A red light flashed on the continent of Europe. I grabbed the device and broke it into tiny crumbs. There all done. I can be free.

I searched the room and found a window. With my claws, I cut a circle on the window and slipped through the hole. My feet were placed on the windowsill, and I positioned myself to jump off. Then, I hoped off the two floors. I stared at the high roof and wished I could jump off of that height. However, there are bigger, significant situations to think of.

Find Ventus

Figure out what he is and why I remember him

Find Max

Kill Max or at least torture her

Find out about my past

I saw Ventus in that building near Colorado. I'll have to explore the western area of the U.S. to find him. I looked back at the building that seemed like a castle. Even though I was forced to come here, Paris is my home. The home of my love of art and cultures. The home of my dragon. I will come back to Europe.

I walked through the forest and reached the Atlantic Ocean in one hour. I position my hand over the water and saw it convert into a pathway of ice. Over the years, my power has developed. Now, I can control my ice powers easily since my moods don't affect them as much. I felt my blade, Eclat de glace. It was gift from my 'father' after I completed my 1000th kill. The handle was encrusted with sapphires on the bottom and made of silver. The blade was always sharp and Mr. Dotrel placed a emerald to represent my eyes on the center of the handle. I always hated guns, but swords are a different story. Even though most think that gun beats knifes/ swords any day, you haven't batle with me. My quick reflexes aid me to accuracy and speed killing with this blade in a second. That's how I kill people, but before I had the Eclat de glace, I had to use my claws.

I shook my head to remind myself of the present instead of relishing the murders I commited. My tail transform out of back and I positioned myself to be able to walk on ice. Let the journey continue.

Another chapter done. I am so tired. It's 4am and I am finished on this piece. If that isn't called devotion, I don't know what is.

Yatlou: It is called procrastinating, stupid.

Me: -sigh- Just be glad I finished it

Yatlou: I can't feel emotion. I do not compute this emotion.

Me: Let's see how you react when you see Iggy or Ventus.

Yatlou: -growls- Stop, bringing them into the conversation. I hate when you taunt me and you know it.

Me: -smirks- Yeah, that's why I brought it up.

Yatlou: -sighs-

Me: What? Are you thinking of Iggy?

Yatlou: No!

Me: Oh, it's Ventus.

Yatlou: -grunts- No!

Me: Decide, already!

Yatlou: Okay, go get my computer from the closet.

Me: Okay -walks into the closet-

Yatlou: -locks the closet- Did you find it?

Me: No –closet shakes- Hey! Did you lock me in the closet, again?

Yatlou: What? No… -walks away-

Me: Hey, come back and unlock this door. –pounds door- Yatlou! Can you bring me food and a pillow, at least?

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