A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Narrator's POV ( Nobody's POV)

Allyson woke up a little early the next morning to try and teach herself how to blend in and not draw attention. She went over everything that she knew and learned.

" I think I'm getting pretty good at this." Allyson said. She looked at the clock; she had a few hours before she had to go to class. Honestly, she was getting bored of training to be a teenager when she was already one. " Eh, I've got time." She shrugged, deciding to focus on training her skills instead how to live her life as a normal person.

By the time her door was knocked on to remind her to get to class, Allyson was drenched in sweat, panting like a dog, and in the middle of doing one of her thousands of pull-ups. She wasn't even tired even though she looked like she was.

" Enter!" Allyson yelled, grabbing a small towel to dry herself off. One of her father's assisstants entered the room. (By the way, Lester is like, the head of the place. He's is the 'boss' of the whole place.)

" Erm, miss Dawson? Your lessons are about to begin." He said.

" Alright, uh, just give me a minute to change." Allyson said.

" Yes, Miss." He said, stepping out of the room.

Allyson took a really quick shower, changed into a black tank top and tight black pants. With only five minutes to get to class on time, she bolted out the door ( not forgetting to activate her security system first.) and dashed down the hall, sliding, jumping, and dodging everyone in her way.

Swinging into the room with eight seconds to spare before the minute changed, Allyson slid into her desk without Karen noticing.

" Well, looks like Allyson is late." Karen mumbled.

" Present." Allyson said, raising her hand. Karen turned around and laughed slightly.

" Ready to learn?" Karen asked as Allyson nodded her head.

She learned about dressing like a girl this time. She learned how to dress pretty, yet not draw too much attention to herself. She didn't really care about dressing pretty. She was just planning on wearing her usuall 'lazy' attire. You know, baggy clothes and 'lazy' hair. Guess she didn't have much of a fabulous 'girly' fashion.

It was still early when her lesson was over, so Allyson decided to discover more about the microphone. As she looked closer, she recognized the name. It was a woman's name. Suddenly, Allyson's mind played a flashback. She remembered.

It was one of her father's best friends. She always liked Allyson's father. Once Lester settled down with Allyson's mother, Penny, his 'buddy' became jealous.

Soon, Penny drove them further apart until finally, she married him. Lester's buddy became furious and even tried to sabotage their marriage a couple of times. Nothing worked because soon, they had Allyson. That threw Lester's buddy into rage. She broke into Lester's house in the middle of the night while they were all sleeping, and killed Penny. She was also about to kill Allyson, too if Lester hadn't woken up. So, she panicked and jumped out the window. She didn't die, but she ran away.

Unfortunately, while jumping out the window, she dropped the knife and it managed to cut Allyson's chest, leaving a deep scar near her heart. It wasn't very visible unless Allyson was wearing a bikini or something. Which is also why, she never went swiming in one. That, and there were many perverted guys willing to swarm around her for attention. Along with the rest of her, Allyson's body was rather attractive to young men. Just saying...

The longer Allyson looked at the crushed name on the broken microphone, the angrier she got. She traced a finger along her scar, tears slipping out as flashbacks of her and her mother played in her mind. She never got to know her mother. She was killed exactly one week after Allyson's second birthday. She never knew what was going on, all she knew was, her dearest mother was in pain, and sharp, pointy knives hurt when pierced into skin. She remembers waking up in the bright white hospital room, breathing hard and pain exploding from her chest. Her throat was burning sore from crying and screaming.

After crying so much, the doctors injected her with a sleeping serum that made her whole body go numb and her vision become dark. Of course, being only a child, she had no idea what was happening. She was scared.

She remembers waking up to cold air and blinding lights. Her throat still sore, every part of her body aching with pain, and her beloved mother and father nowhere to be seen. Even as a baby, Allyson was very intelligent. She knew the colors around her, where she was, basically everything.

Growing up without a mother to lead you through life was difficult. Especially if you've spent all of that time hunting and killing people. All of that was pleasing and exciting to Allyson, but there has not been a second of her life where Allyson has not thought about her mother.

Most importantly, who was the cause of her mother's ended life. Her father's past best friend. The one woman who was responsible for all of her misery and pain. The woman who killed her mother, who ruined her parents' beautiful marriage, who almost killed her, who is to blame for everything Allyson was put through.

The one and only cruel, evil, devil: Demonica Dixon

A/N: Yeah, that one was kind of short. So, I decided to make Demonica the bad guy because if I were planning on killing her,( Which I might.) Then, I wouldn't have a problem with it because I don't really care if she dies or gets hurt, and not many people ever make her the bad guy in their stories so, I'm trying something new. Besides, I don't really care about her. That's why I didn't do Jimmy, because he is 1) An important character, and 2) I actually care about him getting harsh treatment. Demonica is not in my 'favorite person' list. ( I don't really have a favorite person list, just saying.) Hope you like the next chapter. I'm hoping to put Austin in it, or at least another character. I might just skip all of Ally's lessons and have her go right on to school. And sorry about all that 'Allyson' instead of 'Ally' stuff, I just thought Allyson sounded more professional. I'm going to make it Ally when she starts attending the school. Whoa, big Author's note, Sorry. Bye now!