Okay, I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in, like, forever but I'm trying to get my act together and finish this story maybe midyear next year.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nikita or any of it characters but I do own my OC's and this plot.

Chapter 2 – Nikita

A stabbing pain in my chest brought me back to my senses. Gasping for air, I sat up.

My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw the room I was in for what it really was, not just a blur of shapes.

There were about 20 beds altogether, lined up in two rows, a few with curtains. The walls were a pale shade of alabaster, and had very few inoperable windows. There were two large doors, one at either end of the room.

I checked he room. No-one else was here. Good.

I had noticed someone had given me a new lack training shirt and pants.

I tried getting up and making a run for it but something tugged on my arm.

I glanced back. Handcuffs. Pretty basic ones at that, really easy to get out of.

I heard a groan to my left. It seemed to be coming from one of the curtained beds. Shit, I wasn't alone.

I curled the cuffed hand into a ball as tight as I could then relaxed it.

Keeping my had as steady and straight as possible, I brought my thumb to my pinky and my ring finger to my index, then put my big finger on top of them all.

Using my free hand, I pinched the nerve as hard as I could to stop the feeling in my hand while I jerked it out of the handcuffs. It was critical I timed everything just right otherwise the circulation in my hand would cut and my hand would be as vital as flippers on land.

At long last, my hand came free of the handcuffs and I let go of the nerve, my hand full of pins and needles.

I started to get up but I realized it was too late.

A dark-haired beauty had come through one of the doors, holding up a gun.

"Who are you?" I meant for my voice to sound confident but it wavered at the end, lulling the woman into a false sense of security.

"My name is Nikita," She replied, lowering her gun, just the tiniest bit. That was all I needed.

She was about 3 meters away from me.

I sprang forward, hand out-stretched as Nikita realized, too late, her mistake.

My fingers curled around her gun as a knee came flying into my abdomen. I dodged it, snatching the gun from her grasp. I turned reaching for a soft spot in her neck. Her hand came karate-chop style to block it. I grabbed it with my free hand and flipped the woman over as she grabbed the nape of my neck which brought me down with her.

"Just listen to me!" She pleaded. "That' all I'm asking,"

Nikita stood up while I was still sprawled on the marble floor.

"Why?" I grunted as I knocked her over by sweeping my leg into hers. "How do I know you're not Division?"

"If we were you'd already be dead!"

I froze. In the back of my mind, I knew it was true.

"But you can't be Nikita," I was still suspicious. "Percy killed her years ago,"

"Is that what they told you?" She chuckled.

She got up and offered m her hand. I hesitated for a second before grasping her hand as she pulled me up.

"That worm survived because I was too soft. That won't happen again." Nikita added menacingly.

She took a step forward as I backed away.

"Easy, easy," She consoled. "I'm not going to hurt you."

At that moment, three rowdy boys came in.

I aimed Nikita's gun at a brown-haired one, as an instinct.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

"Can you guys SHUT UP!" A voice called.

I looked around as I lowered the gun. It seemed to be coming from the same curtained bed that had groaned.

"Why don't you, Luca?" The brown haired boy retorted.

"Because, oh dear Lochy, everyone would miss the sound of my voice too much. It would just be cruel to deprive them of it."

"Aw, shut up, you arrogant ass!" Another brown haired boy exclaimed.

Then all three boys actually noticed me it seemed for the first time.

I looked into a full body mirror nearby.

My black hair was tied up into its usual high ponytail. My porcelain skin was even paler than usual, thanks to the blood loss. My jade eyes flickered to and fro, like small tongues of green flame. My black training shirt was my size, fitting me comfortably, outlining my curves nicely. The black pants looked exactly the same as the last ones I had, except without the 101 rips in it.

I looked as I normally did. I decided to break the awkward silence.

I offered my hand to Nikita.

"I'm Carmen, Carmen Pierce."

Hope you liked it. I've got the next part written down and I will type it u when I get the chance.

Encore une fois, désolé d'avoir tant tardé à mettre en place ce chapitre. - Once again, sorry for taking so long to put up this chapter.

Lilz!