Prologue
"Where was he?", she said under her breath. She was holding a girl, that looked just like her; a twin? I looked at the unconscious girl in her arms. Beautiful, with bright red hair, thick dark eye lashes. Her form was small and delicate.
"Is this the new recruit?", I said. She flipped around holding a knife. When she saw who I was she slowly lowered her blade.
"Yes, it is.", she said in a crisp clear voice.
"She will have a tuff time at the academy"
"Where is the money?"
"All in due time. Now bring her to my car. We need to test her before she wakes up."
Chapter 1
My New Home?
I woke up smelling death all around me. I suddenly lifted my body into sitting position on the bed. Where was I? I thought as I looked around the room. The room was normal sized, there was blood stains on the walls and scratch marks on the door. What type of place was I in? Suddenly the events of the day before rushed back to me. My sister! I remembered my sister had traded me like a slave. I jumped off the bed and pressed my face on the small window.
As I peered outside I saw many feet bushleling around getting work done. "Are you done looking at your new home?" I swiveled around and saw a boy about my age with dark hair that made his hazel eyes stick out. He was lean and I felt oddly attracted to him.
"New home? I already have a home, thank you very much!" He studied my appearance, then gave me a small smile as if he found my comment amusing.
"Come with me, we need to get you fitted for your new clothes." Hesitantly I followed him, leaving my cell of a room behind. I gazed down the long hallway in front of me. There were many doors just like mine lined up across each wall. Each door had a specific number on it. I was about to ask the guy what they meant, when he said, "The numbers tell us which students to look out for."
"Students?", I said with a shaky voice. He stopped so suddenly I almost bumped into him.
"Yes, students and you are our newest." He indicated to a door that we had stopped at. "Good luck; most new people don't survive Madame Susan." I stared at the door, then turned around to asked him something, but he was gone.
Well here I go. I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door. As soon as the door was all the way open, I regretted it. I saw a lady; she had her back to me, she was working. "Excuse me?" 'Madame Susan' turned. I was not prepared for what I saw. Madame Susan was not a woman, in fact a man. This held me in shock for a time, as I stood and stared, Madame Susan told me to get rid of my clothes and to put on old ragged clothes that smelt and looked like garbage. "Um, thank you, I guess."
"Yes, you should be thank full!" he said with a ruff voice that sounded of gravel.
He ordered me to start on the dishes. I look over at the toppling pile of dirty plates, bowels, and any other type of dish there was. I slowly walked over to the sink. "Um, do I have to?" I said looking at the tower of dirt, mold, and stench.
"Of course! Now you have to do the dishes after dinner also!"
I stair in horror I was never going to get done. There was a sudden knock at the door. I sigh in relief. A girl comes in and looks at me in disgust, "Madame Susan, we need the girl for training; you can torture her later. Come on lets go." She motions to me.
I smile and start to leave. "Don't think you are getting out of anything new girl!" Madame Susan says. I turn and leave with the girl glad to be leaving Madame Susan.
