Hey fan-ers! So this chap. Is a little different...This is Ace's chap. It's her story. So when you see the chap. italicized that is Ace's POV. Thought I would clear that up. So on to the story of truth! *Holds up fake imaginary sword, and runs* FOR FANFICTION!

Chap. 11

Ace hands him the ice pack to place on his jaw she cringes at the blood trickling down bringing back memories of what she use to have to do, "Sorry about that…" She sits right down beside him on the carpeted floor. She places her back against the wall. She probably went too far…She didn't have to fight him…But it seemed so right with the moment…Ariadne thought.

Private takes the ice pack off to speak, "No, no it was my fault I could have caught your punch…" He really does know how to fight. Ace thought about his fighting skills they were the type agents, or military men would use. He couldn't have been a military man, but maybe his mentor was in the military. That is if he has a mentor, but he couldn't have not had one, right? Ace's head hurt just thinking about it, "So what exactly is your story, runaway girl?"

She laughed as he called her 'runaway girl', "Well…" She thought about how to word it, but she knew she have to start from the beginning. First she needed his word, "If I tell you mine will you tell me yours?"

Private thought about this. Skipper would be enraged if Private was to tell her his position on an elite force agent team. Skipper wasn't here though…Private could tell her anything she wanted to know, as long as she wouldn't tell then this would be dandy. Private could have a friend that he could actually talk to, and not have to keep a secret from her. Sure Private knew a lot of the other younger agents, but most of them were away on missions. All he had to talk to is his team. Don't get him wrong he loved his team with all his heart they were like a family to him. But his family didn't know what was going on through his mind, or they didn't know how he felt. He needed to rant…

He finally dealt out what he wanted to say, "Okay, but with both of our stories we must tell no one else about them."

"Deal." Ace said, "I guess I should begin when I was on the streets one day."

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My parents were divorce when I was very young. They spilt everything down the middle except me my mother chose to have me under my father's circumstances. My father was dedicated to his work he pretty much had nothing to do with me, but the thing of it is I love my father more than I did my own mother. My mother was such a hateful women she didn't ever abusive me, or anything like that. She and I didn't get along very much, and she barely noted that I was even alive.

I was only seven at the time when it had happen. I wanted to go out it had snow the night before to much of my excitement my mother said that it was too cold to go out. The truth was she just didn't want to get off her fat lazy butt. So I gathered up my snow clothes myself, and put them on. I escaped the house within minutes. We lived not far from central park, but you had to cross one of the many alleys to get there. I regretted going through that alley ever since…

I was halfway out of that same alley. Then the thugs came out to play. To play with me specifically…Each one came out from the darkness they were consumed in, "Look-y what we got here, boys?" Their faces were illuminated with darkness, "A little bunny hop on over to our turf."

One of them grabbed me by the waist, and hoisted me up. I think it was there leader that came up to me first, "Just what makes you think you that a little bunny likes you can come into my alley?" I said nothing fear penetrated my body, "I's talkin' to ya!" He sent his fist flying into my stomach. I had never felt something that hurt so bad, but now that's the easiest type of pain.

I started to bawl my face felt puffy, and red, "I-I'm going t-to t-the p-p-park!" I had managed to get out. They began to laugh at me, and another bash coming right into my left eye. The guy that had hold of me had dropped me, so I could kiss the ground with delight.

The leader stopped his laughter, and seized my chin, "Alone by yourself, bunny? That's not right!" A kick was delivered to my chest. I tried to stand up just maybe I could pull through…Another kick sent me right back down, "Where do ya think you're going? Don't you want to PLAY?!" I had awaited the next jostle, but it didn't come.

When I had open my eyes the leader laid knock out at my feet. I heard shouting, I heard someone defending me, and I heard that person bang the other boy's heads into the wall. That really when my story began when my hero saved me, but when really he was the villain of my life.

When I felt the world come back to me I had found my bruised body on a patch of snow. I had appeared to be in Central Park my first destination. I tried to pull myself up, but the pain was too much for me. I gave up on trying to get back up due to the pain. That's when a foot was placed on my chest. I felt myself choked up. He was puffing out his cigarette like he was the king of me, and at the time he was.

"A little young to be out on your own you're lucky I found you. They would have killed you." He puffed out smoke, as I struggle to get away from his grip, "So my real question is what is a 'bunny' like you doing out here alone?"

I was silent I could have already tell he was trouble, but instead of answering his question I said, "Thank you." For some reason I felt compiled to do so. Something stirred inside me I wanted to be strong like him. Feared like him. Brave like him. I wanted to be like him. I wanted this stranger to teach me...

He scoffs, "Stupid...You think I still want to give you mercy?" He foot starts to crush my rib making it harder to breathe, "There is no mercy left..." I wanted to tell him stop, but his words echo across my mind.

There is no mercy left...

Maybe it was the way he had said it. I believed in what he had said. I was the stupid one for thinking mercy would save me. It never would. I was ready to accept my fate of being crushed by believing in mercy. I had shut my eyes, and waited for death to come. He stopped. His foot was no longer laying on my rib cage. There's sirens in the distance, "Get up!" The pain is gone I followed his command like a dog.

I guessed he saw something in me. Obedience? Loyalty? Willingness? I never have been for sure what he saw, "You want to come with me." It was a statement. A terrible statement.

I remember his twisted grin. It was like he hit the jack pot of a million bucks. It was then I was worried he scooped me up into his arms, "You and I are going to have fun." His slow movement with his feet seemed almost haunting like he wasn't worried from then on.

I can tell you now I am not that little girl. After he had taken me in I had changed completely. I obeyed everything he command me to do. I was willing to obey him. I was loyal to him. He taught me. He trained me. He...experimented on me. I had found out that he had many lab, and many people that he had experimented. I had became his lab rat. No longer did I think that maybe he could replace my old dad. I was so very stupid to think that.

At first the experiments weren't bad, but they gradually got worst. He started to inject me with different substances that would paralyze me for a day or two. Or worse it would put me into a coma. If I dare to even ask he would punish me for asking. For example one day I asked he said, "Go do me task." And of course I obeyed. It was hard not to.

He told me exactly where to go. It was a alleyway the same alleyway he had from me. Immediately, I knew what I had to do. As soon as I knew each shadow appear to morph into humans. It was the same shadows that attacked me last time. He told me to bring a weapon. He wanted me to kill them. That was my punishment: Lose my innocents, and murder. He knew I couldn't do it, but I have to, because I obey.

Just this once.

It's just a life.

I felt like the grim reaper.

I wanted to runaway.

But I knew the consequences if I didn't do this...

So I obeyed with tears collapsing down like blood that was traveling down my hand to my knife. He had broke me into his weapon. I hated it. Eventually, he grew tried of me as his only weapon. He had found other kids before me, but I guess they didn't work. They were thrown away like toys. Useless toys. Then he found a boy my age. Marcus.

It was the first ever human I could talk to, and just be a human not a weapon. In other words I fell for him. Marcus was the one that gave me my name: Ace. He said I was a ace at everything. I always love that name. So to keep my nickname I prayed each day that 'he' wouldn't find out it didn't work...He saw that glance. The next thing I knew he had taken Marcus away from me. I lost my 'I love you' guy. I lost my heart, and my mind was slowly gone. I had enough. I no longer wanted to be him.

I ran so hard.

Away.

Now I'm here...

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Ace sighs, as she tucks her hair behind her ears, "That's my story..." She feels like brick has been over her heart for years, and now it's no longer there. She loved that feeling, "Please don't say your sorry, because honestly you have nothing to be sorry for."

Private nodded, understanding her past like a puzzle piece. It's terrible, horrifying, what she had to go through, but somethings we're missing out of the puzzle. Like the experiments. Did it have an effect on her? What about these labs? What about her dad he spent to much time on his work. what kind of work? Private thought like a paranoid Skipper.

"What's your last name or your dad's last name? And what was 'his' name the one that did all this to you." Now he really felt like Skipper, but he had a bad feeling about this.

Ace look at him, "Um, Copper Creed, was 'his' name." Private nods, "As for my dad his last name was Blowhole...I know what your thinking, it is a weird name that's why I took my own last name. You know he was a doctor too." She smiles, her father was always good to her.

Private's color drains from his face. This girl...Was...Blowhole's daughter? Private head spins, and spins until he blackout. In front of Dr. Blowhole's daughter...

Where you expecting that...?

Merry Christmas! Well...I hoped you had a good Christmas! So the New year is coming up so I can go ahead and say, "Happy New Year!" I hope you like Ace's backstory! I didn't make her a Mary Sue did I? Oh dear...I hope I didn't! :0

Oh, if you guys have any questions feel free to ask! Do tell me what you guys have in mind!

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-AdorkABLE ROSY XD