The Sacrifice Of Love

Chapter 4

Bang! Bang! Goes my favorite gun to use, a Semi-automatic Pistol. Ever since Sensei brought me to my new home, and told me about my training, I've been practicing my stamina, gun handiwork, how to use a sword and the secrets behind actual force, and how to shoot and how much power to use with a bow. Now, well it's been ten years since the accident. I am now seventeen, and heck lot stronger. I know what your thinking, probably, but in the ten years since the accident, no I have not lost my lust to get revenge on the woman who was responsible for all of this. Why would I be? She destroyed my life. She made me who I am today.

I'm not the little girl who couldn't even move at the sight of someone dead. No, I've grown up, and now I'm more capable and able to do something to help someone or anyone at that point in need. The only thing that I can't fix, is how much I look like her. Mainly because Sensei keeps reminding me. I don't know how he sees it, because no matter how hard I look, I only see me. Not Mother, not Father, no one. I don't see Mother's silky hair, her big eyes full of love in everything she looked at, the perfect smile she always wore. Her checks that only remind me of Little Wonder: big, rosy, and look so soft. No, all is see is a hideous shade of red mixed into some brown for hair color, eyes that are still the same, but also different, blue got more vibrant, and my hazel eye dad turned fully gold. 

But because of Sensei, I am supposed to wear contacts so I don't scare anyone on how bright my eyes are.  My face isn't like mothers at all.  It became more distinguished over the years. I still have the button nose, though. That is the only thing that hasn't shamed over the years. My skin isn't as white and soft as Mother's, but instead, I have more of a tanned color. I'm sick of how I look. No matter what Sensei says, I will never see my mother in me. But that's beside the point.  Everyday, I've never stopped training.  Why?  Because, there is a special organization in the CIA.  They are like no other group I've heard. 

They go through each of the files that have never been solved and they go after the culprit without any trouble.  So far, since I've heard from Sensei, they've never failed at finding a person before, so they gave me the one thing that I haven't had since the accident, hope.  So ever since I heard about that a couple years ago, I have been training nonstop.  The only catch in order to get in there, you have to past a test, and from what I've heard from people who haven't gotten in, the test is very painful.  Physical, and emotional. 

So I've thought of different ways to make my body more flexible and my mind alert so that I would be able to pass the physical.  And the emotional, I haven't really found a way, but I do meditation to calm my mind and block things out so that I can focus on one thing that I forced myself to do or learn. So I put an application to try out for the organization about 7 months ago, and I'm just barely getting contacted. They told me that in order to pass, I would need to go to a small camp in the facility in order to try out for the actual thing.

I was pissed, ya, because I've waited so long, and then their going to make me wait again, and force me to hang out with people I don't even know in a place that I don't even know. I don't know a lot of things on this thing. But I'm willing to take it, just to get revenge.  So finally it was time for me to go to the little "camp," and I was about to go on my way, when Sensei stopped me.  "Little Girl, hold on a little bit, I need to talk to you."  I stopped where I was standing.  The only thing I had was my backpack.  It had about a week with of clothes, money that should be able to buy me food for two weeks, and I had a gun in it.  I had my favorite sword around my waist, and my mothers necklace around my neck.  I wasn't wearing anything special: a white tank top, with black skinny jeans, and combat boots. 

I had my hair down, with my bangs I front of my right eye.  I put on a headband just because Sensei asked me to.  I secretly had armor on me: my bracelet.  I looked at Sensei with a look as if to say what?  He went to a cabinet, and pulled out a box.  He brushed the dust off it, and pulled out what was in it:  a small hand held dagger that was pure silver as the blade, and it was a midnight blue as the handle.  There was a gold dragon going around the handle.  "Sensei, that is amazing.  Where did you get it?"  As I asked that, I went to grab it.  "This was your fathers that he gave to me in order to give to you someday."  I stopped in the middle of reaching for it.  "Father's?"  He slowly put it in my hands, and I wrapped both of my hands tightly around the entire thing. 

I brought it to my chest, and closed my eyes.  "Even when your gone, your still looking out for me," I whispered to myself.  I looked up at Sensei, who was now crying, and I hugged him. "Thank you, Sensei." He patted my back, and said, "Now, Little Girl, hurry up, or else your going to miss the jet. ". I quickly nodded, and ran out the door with the dagger still in my hands, my backpack, and a memory of Sensei. This would probably be the last time I would see him, if I do get in that is. I made my way to the airport, where they have a private jet picking up everyone who's trying out for the opportunity of being in the organization. Once I arrived, people directed me to where I was supposed to go.

Once I found the jet, I wasn't that all impressed. It was nothing special, I don't even think it was a jet. It looked more like an airplane. People immediately grabbed my backpack, and someone tried grabbing my dagger, but I did t let them even touch it. After about five minutes of someone trying to get my dagger, they just left me. So I put the dagger in its case, and put it on my belt next to my sword. I went inside of the 'jet' and found a spot at the very back. There were already kids on the plane, and all of them looked at me as I passed. I guess the reason they looked at me, was because they were mostly guys.

I only saw two other girls, and they were sitting next to each other. I didn't want to sit next to anyone, so I went and sat at a spot in the very back where no one was even near. After what felt like forever, the jet was finally ready to head off. In the end, there was a total of 17 boys and 4 girls, including myself. Everybody seemed to know each other pretty well, so they sat next to each other. I was the only one who didn't know a person on the jet. Then suddenly, one of the girls came over and sat down next to me. She was pretty much an ordinary girl. She had wavy, orange hair, her eyes were a dark brown, and she had a hint of freckles on her nose. In my own opinion, she was surprisingly pretty.

I've never seen a person with orange hair. She as wearing a black shirt with a picture of a horse on it, and blue jeans. She had sneakers on, and her hair was down in two pig tails. She was smiling at me when she lifted up her hand and asked, "So, honey, what's your name?" She asked me in what sounded like an Irish accent. I looked at her hand and said almost threateningly, "I could ask you the same thing." She smiled, and said, "I'm Audrey Regends. Now will you please tell me your name?" I looked at her, sighed and quickly said, "I'm Destiny Stryker."