Hello! So this is my first Renegades Fanfic. I felt I should do one because it is such a great series. Also, because it needs a few more fanfics. But warning, SPOILERS! Don't read this if you haven't finished the trilogy! That's all I have to say. So, I hope you don't hate it, and happy reading! Also- All rights belong to Marissa Meyer, she will forever by my hero. I only own the plot.

Six years have passed since that fateful afternoon at the Renegades parade. And it's been almost five years since Ace Anarchy was defeated for eternity. Nova Artino (yes Artino) is walking hand in shaky hand with her boyfriend of a little more than four years: Adrian Everhart. The sun was setting in brilliant shades of rose pink and gold behind them, casting their shadows of elongated sillouettes before them as they walked up a manicured lawn.

At the age of 22, Nova has experienced so much more than anyone ever could imagine: Her parents were tragically killed before her eyes when she was only six years old. The uncle that took her in and raised her turned out to be the villain. She has come to know her sister that she previously thought was dead. And after two Battles for Gatlon, she had survived enough quarrels to last her a lifetime. But today, she wouldn't be facing criminals, jail breakers, or thugs; she would be facing her boyfriend's family.

Adrian's dads, the invincible Hugh Everhart and Simon Westwood, took to Nova before the second battle was even a worry. They thought of her as part of the family, because they knew that inevitably, she would become one. They saw how Adrien looked at her, like she was the only woman on Earth. Nova had proven her loyalty to the city and to Adrian, as well as courage to Hugh and Simon on more than one occasion. But even they were uneasy about this upcoming meeting.

Hugh led the small group through the main doors of a very highly skilled decorated mansion, and into a lavish parlor.

Sitting inside the room, in a plush, velvet arm chair, sat a plump man with a receding hair line. Upon his face, was a scowl that seemed to be fueled by all the world's evils, and it was pinned straight on Nova. "Good afternoon, Uncle Eric." Hugh said warmly, clearly trying to diffuse the negativity in the room with a few words. Nova almost snorted at the laughability of the situation, but her nerves had worked from her knotted stomach, to her fingertips, and up to constrict her throat.

The scowl only deepened as the four took their seats around the small room. Nova and Adrian sat on a love seat, opposite Hugh and Simon. The scowl did not weaken or stagger as small talk ensued. Only when it came to Nova's introduction.

"Well, Uncle, I think it's time we introduce Nova, don't you?" Hugh said, trying to change the subject from the previous topic of government. Eric, however, doesn't restrain his glare. "I know who she is," He said sharply, moving his chin in Nova's direction. "Well... Ad-" Hugh was cut off, as Eric turned his full glare at Nova. "You're an Anarchist, neice of Ace Anarchy no less. You say you've changed your ways, but I don't believe you. Once a villain, always a villain."

"Uncle.." Hugh says warningly, Simon's hand went to his arm instantly, knowing to restrain him. "You think you deserve the title of 'Renegade?'" Adrian broke in, furious since his great uncle started talking. His hand was knotted in Nova's, tight enough to cause pain, but neither paid it enough attention. "Nova has-" But Uncle Eric continues on, undisturbed. "You don't," Eric stated, a venomous smile breaking through his stone scowl at the look on the two couples faces.

"You're a villain, a piece of filth. And you will never deserve to be with Adrian or any other-." Nova, having grown paler by every word spoken, stood up on shaky legs. Adrian's hand tried to take hers, but she just shook her head in response. "Uncle! You have no right! How da-" Hugh, on his feet, livid with anger cuts off his uncle before he could finish his sentence. Hugh is again cut off, as Nova turned and bolted.

Nova could hear Adrian yelling her name, as she ran through the grand house. But she didn't turn back, not as she ran past the floor to ceiling windows or the entry way. She made her way to the street, the houses blurred by tears. Tears stemming from the nightmares that had continuously haunted her. The questions and statements she asked and told herself for years. 'She's still a villain.' 'She will never be a Renegade.' 'She doesn't deserve to be with Adrian.'

Not paying attention, Nova looks around, without even seeing the houses or the street. All the houses and lawns blurred together with the dark sky. In her state, she didn't notice a shadow break away from the gate. She didn't notice the dark form of a person coming to stand behind her. The only thing Nova saw, was the flash of silver off a metal dagger, right before pain exploded in her right side. Gasping, she moved a palm to her side, feeling the dagger wedged into her flesh. Nova staggered, as her fingers came away with smeared blood on her fingers. As she turned to hit her attacker, she was pushed to the ground. A crack sounded out, as a burst of pain made its way up her arm.

"The unstoppable and famous, Nova Artino." A low, dark voice drawls, "Turned into a crying mess of blood on the pavement... with only a dagger." The shadow admired their fingers, before kneeling down until they were mere inches apart. "Your father would be disappointed." They whispered, leaning in right as they twisted the dagger and pulled it out, causing Nova to cry out. The shadow straightened up, the full moon casting a ghoulish glow upon them.

The silver of the dagger reflected the moonlight, making the dark smear of red blood on its blade evermore visible. Looking up, Nova glimpsed a scar on the shadow's cheek, barely visible underneath the hood. Right before a black boot came down, and everything went black.