And Then They Died

Chapter 1

Allegra's POV

When it comes down to choosing between good and evil, I will always choose the right thing. I've been called an angel many times in my life. That's what happens when you're America's best hero. Not the kind you see on T.V or in Marvel movies, no. I'm far from it and my job is much more messier.

I don't have super powers and I'm not a God. I had a hard time gaining the trust of the public, but seeing as I have saved millions of lives by the age of twenty, that explains a lot.

You see, my whole family died when I was four. I've been through eight different foster homes. By the age of twelve a government worker took me and raised me because of how "gifted" I was.

By the age of thirteen I was already at a college level education and I hacked for fun. I was told that I needed to use my gifts for hero purposes only. Now I'm twenty and basically I'm the American government's "symbol of peace" publicly and their personal assassin privately.

"Allegra wake up" I groan hearing my name being shouted from down the hall. I roll over checking the time.

It's six in the morning, what the hell does Sharon want now? Sharon is the woman I have been living with for the past eight years. She's not that old so we get along particularly well. She's only thirty-five.

I slide out of bed and slam the door open shouting "What do you want?".

She walks happily toward me, practically skipping with a grin on her face. No, no, no, no, I know that look. She is going to ask me to go on some dangerous long-ass mission and I'm not here for it. I just came back home from a three month mission from Russia a week ago.

I roll my eyes at her and she pushes the vanilla folder in my arms. My lip twitches in annoyance as I walk back in my room sliding the folder across my desk.

"My twenty-first birthday is tomorrow and you want me to do what? Deal with someone who you have a personal vendetta against?" I push my curls out of my face and turn towards the woman that I call mom.

"No, it's just that in that folder is more information on Roman Lumonov and guess who?"' I tap my fingers patiently on the desk waiting for her answer. " Vince De fucking Luca".

My tapping stops immediately and I grab the folder sitting at my desk. Vince? How did they get information on him? I couldn't find anything when I tried, they must have had hundreds of people working to get this kind of information.

Vince De Luca, my greatest enemy, the one person who just can't stay dead. I look at his photo on the file. His hair has gotten longer, shoulder length. In this photo he seems beaten up, as if someone punched him repeatedly.

My hands grip the folder tightly as I breathe out.

"Did you find out what his next plan is?" I look up into her blue eyes that have amusement written in them.

"He is planning to take over countries in the eastern hemisphere and use them to take down America. So that means........ well. The only night off you have is tomorrow and then you will be leading special forces from Italy into Spain then Moscow. From there you will end his operation and end him once and for all." I sigh at her words. Vince, what are you doing?

"What about Lumonov?" I look back down at the folder and push up the large sleeves of the now wrinkled white button up I'm wearing.

"He left Russia three months ago and is currently in Australia taking over their special forces." She then slides stacks of money towards me.

"Oh and Allegra?....... Next time you fight Roman and Vince, kill them both. You seemed like you were holding back last time. I know you three grew up together but if you hold back again.....I'll kill you too." Her eyes look directly in mine as she holds a staring competition.

I start to laugh. " As if you can kill me.... mom. Also what happened to the whole, "be a hero", "no casualties", "no one has to die trope"? She smiles softly at me.

"Al, some people can't be saved. You are a hero and will save America from world domination. De Luca has already bombed the capital and eight other states. Thank God you were able to save the other nine by using that smart brain of yours." She kisses my forehead and tells me goodbye as she finally leaves.

I stared down at the files once more, my fingers tapping rhythmically. What the hell is Roman doing in Australia? Australia is a neutral country.

He isn't playing by the rules and he doesn't seem to care about them either.

I expected him to go after some place like Afghanistan, give the people a better option for leadership and take advantage of their resources. That would have been the smarter move.

Give people what they want, and take what you want. Then America would not be able to retaliate or get involved.

My eyes glanced at the clock as it ticked silently on my wall, the room a bit dim with only enough light to see what was written in the files, but barely.

The sun hasn't risen as yet and my day has barely started.

I glanced at the now closed bedroom door before I reached my hand under my desk pulling out the slightly thick envelope that was hidden there.

I opened the white paper slowly knowing that once again I was torturing myself with looking at what I had in there.

My fingers skimmed over the smooth contents inside, taking out each picture, one at a time. In this one in particular Roman's arm was around my shoulder as I looked inherently disgusted by how drunk he was.

Octavia was on the other side of him desperately trying to get from under his arm. Yet in this picture he was smiling, a genuine smile that you don't see often.

Jet black hair stuck to his forehead and straight white teeth was seen from how wide his smile was. His nose was a bit crooked from how many times he broke it.

I sighed, my thumb skimming over the picture before I put it back in the envelope and hid it back under my desk.

Two years ago there were six of us and we were a team. We were heroes and we were a family.......

Now, two of us are dead, the other two became America's number one criminals and are my enemies, which leaves the last two being me and Octavia.

Octavia stayed, she never abandoned me and has always held a certain loyalty with me.

Soon, there will only be two of us alive. Me and Octavia.

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