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Disclaimer: I do NOT own W.I.T.C.H. or Nikita.
Warning: There are some spoilers in here for Nikita about Alex's past from season 1.
Michael would never admit this, but he was actually a little bit scared. Why was he scared? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his newest recruits had super powers.
Michael shuffled his feet as he stared at the tan folders in his hands. Earlier this morning, Percy had called him in for a quick brief about his special recruits and had told him to keep a close eye on them. I guess that does make sense. I mean I am head of trainers for new recruits and Head of Operations. It would only make sense for Percy to tell me about the new recruits, but it was all just too confusing. Magical powers? How did Percy expect him to believe that?
They're very special and dangerous, Percy's words from earlier rang in Michael's head. They have super powers that will help Division do great things.
Michael ran a hand through his close cropped brown hair before continuing down the long corridor. He stopped at a door with two guards posted next to it. Guards? Percy must be seriously nervous about these girls and their powers. Michael nodded at the guards in acknowledgement, took a deep breath, and entered the room.
The room was like any other recruit dorm. It had concrete walls, a white shiny floor, black support beams, a white ceiling, a light silver desk, a couple of light silver chairs, and a light silver dresser. The room was even the same size. The only difference was that it had two white framed bunk beds and a single white framed twin bed lined up against the walls instead of the standard single twin bed. Wow, they all get to share a room together. These girls definitely must be something special.
He dusted some lint of his suit and waited patiently.
Suddenly, Michael heard a voice. "Who are you?" the voice asked.
He looked over to a lower bunk of one of the bunk beds to see a red head that he recognized as Will, staring at him with her eyes wide. "Hello, Will," Michael started. "It is Will, right? Never Wilhelmina."
"How do you know her name?" another voice questioned. He looked over at the single bed to see a blonde that he recognized as Cornelia, sitting up and looking at him with suspicion.
"I know all of your names, Cornelia," he answered, looking around the room to see the other girls awake, too. "Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin," he said casually as he pointed to each corresponding girl. "Or as you like to call your little group, W.I.T.C.H. It's very clever really, using the first letter of each of your names. Very clever indeed."
"Who are you?" Taranee inquired from the bunk above Will's.
"And where are we?" Hay Lin added, looking around from the other bottom bunk.
"Well, you're not in jail anymore," Michael stated, moving over to the desk and setting his files on it. "You're not even in Heatherfield anymore, but we're the only ones that know that." He shuffled through them and picked up one. He opened up the file and showed it to the girls. On one side of the file was a picture of the Heatherfield mausoleum and on the other side was a case file with the title, '1st Degree Murder of Mrs. Galgheita Rudolph' and a picture of Mrs. Rudolph. "Your deaths were all officially stated as suicides, and all of your ashes are stored here," he said as he pointed to the mausoleum.
"B-But how?" Taranee asked. "We're right here."
"Not to the outside world you're not," Michael said calmly. He knew the drill. He's done this like a million times. "To the outside world, you are all dead."
"How is that even possible?" Cornelia inquired.
"It's about as possible as you killing Mrs. Galgheita Rudolph," the Head of Operations answered. "And according to this case file, that is very possible."
"B-But we didn't kill her," Irma protested from the bunk above Hay Lin's. "We had nothing to do with her death."
"Aw, but the evidence is overwhelming," Michael said, pointing to the case file. "All five of your fingerprints were on the body and each of the knives that were used to kill the victim. Not only that, but you were all at the crime scene when the police arrived. With this murder under your belt, you five would've been sent to a juvenile detention facility, and then, when you turned 18, you would've been put on death row for your crime."
"W-What?" Will asked, very flabbergasted. "D-Death row?"
"But we didn't do it!" Cornelia exclaimed, shocked.
"It doesn't matter," Michael said. "You would've still been found guilty for it."
"So we'll never be able to see our families again?" Hay Lin questioned as tears sprung to her almond shaped eyes.
Michael's facial expression softened. To be so young and to never see their parents or families again... He knew exactly how that felt, having lost his own family a long time ago.
Michael shook his head, trying to clear out his thoughts. "My name is Michael," he said, introducing himself. "I work for the government... We've decided to give you all a second chance."
The girls paled. "The government?" Taranee asked nervously.
"Yes," Michael answered.
"Then, let us go," Will said as she and the other girls got out of their beds to face Michael. "We don't belong here."
Will quickly tried to dash past Michael and out the door, but he, just as quickly, grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm back, getting a yelp from Will.
"Let her go before we have to hurt you," Cornelia threatened. Michael held his ground. "Fine, then, have it your way... Earth!" Nothing happened. "Earth!" Nothing happened again. She looked at her hands and mumbled, "My powers aren't working."
"That would be because of those bracelets," Michael said, letting go of Will and pointing at the thick silver bracelets on each girl's arm. "They prevent you from using any of your... Special gifts."
"How do you know about our powers!?" Irma inquired, glaring at Michael. "And how did you make these bracelets!?"
"We have our ways," Michael said. "And as for the bracelets, you should thank science for those." He looked each girl in the eyes and saw the fear, shock, and sadness behind all of them. "Your lives are over as you know it. The second you step out there without us, you're done for. You'll be sent to juvie, then killed."
"I'm sure we can find ways to avoid that path," Taranee said determined. "We are a lot more capable than you think."
"I'm sure you are," Michael said. "But can you do that without your... Heart?"
The girls paled even more, especially Will, who was frantically searching her pockets and neck. "H-H do you know about that?" Will questioned very worried as W.I.T.C.H. started looking around. Why shouldn't they be worried? It was very important. The Heart amplified their powers, transformed them into their more powerful forms, and let them go to other worlds and dimensions... Or at least that's what their files said. "Where is it?"
"Your little necklace is safe," Michael answered. "But that's not important right now. Your lives are. To the outside world, you are all dead. Let's face it. Your lives are over, but I'm here to offer all of you a new life." He paused. "But you're going to have to be willing to earn it."
The girls exchanged looks. Michael could tell that even if they couldn't literally read each other's minds right now (which he also read about in their files), they could still tell what the others were thinking. Wow, their bond must be very strong. That will definitely be very useful out in the field.
"H-How?" Hay Lin stuttered. The girls knew that they were stuck and that they would need some help, so they decided to play along... For now.
"Learn," Michael simply said. "Learn how to stand up straight. Learn how to walk right, how to talk right. Learn how to serve your country." He walked over to the door and knocked on it. A guard opened it, and he looked back over his shoulders at the young teens, standing there. "Instead of just yourselves."
Before he shut the door, he heard Irma murmur, "If he only knew."
"Hey, Alex," Thom said smiling as Alex sat down across from him. Alex had met Thom on her first day here as a recruit, and they had pretty much become fast friends.
"Hey, Thom," Alex replied, smiling, too. It was now lunch time for all of the recruits, and to be honest, Alex was pretty famished. I guess training to be a top notch assassin really makes you hungry.
"So did you guys hear?" Jaden asked as she clunked her lunch tray right next to Thom and sat down. Now Alex wouldn't really call Jaden and her 'friends' but more like rivals. It was sort of complicated.
"About what?" Thom questioned, getting ready to eat a spoonful of... Was that mashed potatoes?
"The newest recruits," Jaden answered. She looked over at Alex and rolled her eyes. "Yes, even newer than you."
Alex ignored that comment and scanned around the room. Her eyes widened as she spotted them. A couple tables down, there were five girls. They were all wearing the standard outfit of a light-weight dark blue hoodie, dark blue pants, and a white t-shirt/tank top. It was kind of hard to see their faces, but one of the girls had red hair, while one had brown. One was African American, and another was Asian American. The last girl was blond. But that's not what shocked her. What had shocked her was the fact that they all looked to be around 13 or 14. Most of the recruits here were at least over 18. Why is Division recruiting kids this young?
"Holy cows," Alex said shocked. "They only look about 13 or 14. What are they doing in a place like this?"
"Who knows?" Jaden shrugged. "But I heard that they're all sharing a room together, which means that there has to be something special about them. And I'm going to find out what."
"Just because you've been here for a little over 2 months doesn't mean you can pick on everybody," Alex scolded, rolling her eyes. She remembered her first day here and how Jaden tried to pick a fight with her. Luckily, Thom had held Jaden back before I did some serious damage to her with my lunch fork.
"And just because you've been here a few days doesn't mean that you can boss everyone around," Jaden retorted, getting up from her seat. "I'm going to find out who they are."
And Alex watched as Jaden walked over to the table of young teens. She closed her eyes, remembering what it was like to be 13, and suddenly she was pulled into a flashback of one of the worst days in her life.
(Flashback)
Fire. It was everywhere. On the walls, the floor, everywhere. All of the family furniture was on fire, everything, except for the bed Alex was hiding under. Her Papa had led her here and had told her to hide, so she did. It was very hot.
Then, the door opened to the bedroom, and from under the bed Alex could see someone's shoes. They looked like some kind of black combat boots. Alex started to hyperventilate a little as she grew even more scared. She was scared for her family. She was scared for her house. She was scared for her life.
That's when she heard the gun go off and saw her Papa fall to the floor. She saw his arm and hand go limp as she screamed out, "Papa!"
Her Papa was dead.
(End of Flashback)
"Alex. Alex," Alex heard Thom say as he shook her shoulders lightly. She opened her eyes to see Thom filled with worry and concern. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.
Alex nodded, trying to push the flashback away. "Yeah, sorry. It was just a bad daydream."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," Alex answered, looking over towards Jaden and the new girls. "Looks like Jaden is getting told off by them," she laughed, seeing Jaden's face turn red.
Thom had a small smile, but soon enough his face turned serious. "We should probably get over there," he said, getting up. "Before Jaden... Gets too mad..."
Alex's eyes widened. "You don't think that Jaden would hurt them, do you? I mean they're just kids..."
"Let's not take any chances," Thom said grimly as Alex got up. "Besides, if she starts a fight, they'll all get in trouble."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Alex responded, starting to head over there. "Let's go."
"I still can't believe that this happened," Will said, taking a bite full of mashed potatoes.
"What? The fact that the world thinks that we killed Mrs. Rudolph? Or the fact that the government knows about our powers?" Irma asked semi-sarcastically from next to Will.
Will sighed. At least we have our personalities still. Irma has always been the joker of the group. "Both," she answered. "It's just all messed up." And me, Will, the leader.
"Well, look on the bright side," Hay Lin started optimistically from next to Irma. Hay Lin, the bright, happy, and artistic one. "We're still all together. We'll get the chance to serve our country. And we got new clothes."
"Yeah, ugly clothes," Cornelia mumbled, looking down at her white tank top, light weight dark blue hoodie, and dark blue pants. She was sitting across from Will. Cornelia, the popular queen bee.
"Well, at least they're clothes," Taranee shrugged from next to Cornelia. Taranee, definitely the smart one of our group. "Besides, shouldn't we be talking about how to escape this place?"
"But didn't that guy say that even if we escaped, we'd just end up going to jail and then killed when we turn 18?" Hay Lin questioned, taking a swig from her water bottle.
"That guy is named Michael," Cornelia corrected. "But you are right about the other thing about us escaping..."
"So is it even worth escaping then?" Irma said, taking a bite out of her green apple. "I mean if escaping means dying..."
"But what about our families?" Taranee inquired. "I already miss my parents and older brother." And I miss my Mom...
"It's okay, Taranee. We all miss our families," Will said reassuringly. "We'll see them soon, I just know it."
"Know what, kiddo?" a voice asked from behind Will. Will turned around to see an African-American woman with her dark hair in a ponytail and brown eyes. She looked to be somewhere in her... 20's maybe?
"Uh, hi," Will said, waving to her. "What's up?"
"Do you guys know where you are?" the person questioned, moving to sit next to Taranee and casually putting an arm around her shoulders like they've been best friends forever. That must be awkward...
"The government offices?" Hay Lin guessed. Now that Will thought about it, Michael had never actually told them where they were exactly. Where are we?
The lady laughed. "Wow, you guys don't really know anything do you?"
The girls blushed sheepishly. "Uhhhhhh, what?" Irma inquired.
The lady laughed again.
"What's so funny?" Will asked puzzled, getting kind of mad.
"Just your guys' cluelessness," the lady answered. "It's very funny."
"Yeah, well, are you going to tell us or not?" Cornelia questioned impatiently.
The lady stopped laughing. "Don't push it, Blondie. I'm getting to it." She took her arm off of Taranee's shoulders and moved her arm, so that it was referring to the whole place. "This place is called Division."
"Division? Yeah, that seems... Whoops," Hay Lin said accidentally knocking her water bottle over, soaking the lady. Smooth, Hay Hay. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to!" she exclaimed, picking up the water bottle and using her napkins to try and mop up the water. The rest of W.I.T.C.H. used their napkins to help pick up the mess, but Will had a feeling that that wasn't the end of it. The lady's face had turned beet red, and she looked like she wanted to strangle somebody.
"Why you little idiot!" she yelled, standing up and picking Hay Lin up by the collar of her white t-shirt with one hand.
Hay Lin gulped as the lady suddenly reared back her right arm to punch her in the face. Oh my gosh! She's going to punch Hay Lin in the face!
Will, Irma, Taranee, and Cornelia were all about ready to attack the lady when somebody shouted out, "Jaden, stop!"
They all turned around to see two people in their 20's. One was a young man with light blue-grey eyes and close cropped brown hair. The other was a young woman with piercing blue eyes and long wavy brown hair with streaks of black and blond in a ponytail.
The man wrapped his arms around Jaden to prevent her from moving her upper arms around, and said, "Let her go, Jaden."
Jaden reluctantly let Hay Lin go and sat back down with the man's arms still around her. "You know I like it when you hold me like this," she said, sort of seductively. The man immediately let go.
"Uh, hi. You guys must be the new recruits," the blue-eyed woman said. "My name is Alex. This is Thom." She pointed to the man, who waved at them. "And you've already met Jaden," she said, pointing towards the lady, who just a few seconds ago was ready to beat Hay Lin's face in.
"Uh, Jaden, right," Hay Lin murmured nervously, while fixing her shirt.
"It's nice to meet you," Will said, smiling. "I'm Will, and this is Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin," she said, pointing to each corresponding person as she went.
"It's nice to meet all of you guys, too," Thom said with a smile.
"Um, if you'll excuse us, we should probably head back to our table to finish our lunch," Alex said as she, Thom, and Jaden started to head back to their table.
As they were walking back, Jaden stopped and looked over her shoulder back at W.I.T.C.H. A slightly creepy smile was plastered on her face as she said, "Welcome to Division."
Alex turned her head to the left. No one was there. She turned her head to the right. No one was there either. Over the computer? No one was there either. Behind her? No one was behind her.
Alex smiled. She was alone in the computer lab. She then quickly opened up the chat link and started typing.
Alex: Hi, partner. 5 new recruits.
Blocked person: And?
Alex: They all share the same room.
Blocked person: That's strange. Percy must want them together.
Alex: But why?
Blocked person: I'm not sure. There must be something special about them... Names?
Alex: Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, Hay Lin.
Blocked person: Last names?
Alex: Sorry. I don't have them... Yet... Except for Hay Lin's, which is Lin.
Blocked person: Okay, sounds good, and I'll look her up. Keep a close eye on them.
Alex: Aye aye, captain.
Blocked person: See you later.
Alex: Bye.
Alex signed off the chat and shut off the computer. Bye, Nikita.
A/N: Thanks for reading! :)