Secret Service

Chap 1

ROSALINE ^^^^^
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I looked at the front of grey ordinary looking building, but I knew what was inside was anything but ordinary.

Since 7th grade I'd been "ready" for this. Living in the trashiest part of Detroit since I was 12 has been a struggle to say the least. Besides the daily drug deals, rapings, and shootings at our school, it wasn't thattt bad.

I remember having to learn to fight and hold my own when I was 13. My friend and I were mugged on our way to school, ever since that I have been constantly training to prepare for the worst to come. And welp heres the worst.

I walked up to the thick metal door and opened the slot, speaking in the word "Alpha Centauri". Don't know why its the passcode, but oh well.

The door slowly slid open and before me stood a Middle aged woman, behind her a training field.

"Hello you must be-" she glanced at the sheet. "Rosaline?"

"Thats me..!" I muttered, trying not to sound to enthusiastic.

She snorted,"Yes, well I'm Vice President Felicity Coldwell. I assist head president Jones. You will take orders from us and Head trainer Pete Tatum."

I nodded, god I didn't come here just to deal with more bossy bitches.

"Now I understand you went jail for 3 years, care to say why?" She asked, cocking her eyebrow.

"Um well basically, I used to deal drugs. To help take care of my little sister and just to get used to the street. It helped toughen me for life. Why did y'all pull me out of jail to come work here though?" I asked curiously.

"Well..." She said adjusting her large rimmed glasses. "After your fight, where you killed a fellow inmate, they were going to switch you to a separate jail. We snatched you up to work with us here, we think you have the proper, um skills."

"Listen lady, all I have street smarts and a couple fighting skills." I said, unsure why they wanted me.

"Oh don't worry-" she smirked, chuckling at some inside joking. "we can fix that."
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After walking around for a solid 5 hours, I was shown all the training rooms and met some of other "students". But now the worst part, I had to meet my room mate.

Felicity followed behind me as I wandered to my room. I nervously opened the door, and was amazed at the beautiful room before me.

"Holy fuck..! This shits amazing!" I stared in awe at the 3 bedroom dorm before me, there was a living room, a room with two beds, and a tiny kitchen. It was better than my house in Detroit.

A very tough looking girl then stepped out of the bedroom. "Oh hey!" She said, sounding surprisingly happy and bubbly. "You must be my new roomie, I'm Calypso, but you can call me Cal..!"

"Alright! Well im Rosaline!" I stuck out my hand to shake hers. But she froze when she saw my wrist.

"Wait Vice Pres F! She doesnt have the mark, has she not had the surgery yet!?" Cal asked, suddenly confused.

"No, in fact we should be going there now! Come Rosaline." Shs grabbed my hand and pulled me down the long corridor.

"Wait surgery, what surgery?" I asked suddenly getting an emotion I hadn't felt in a while, fear.

She stayed quiet as she pulled me in a room with a few doctors and a table with shots, filled with colorful serums beside it.

I felt a slight pinch in my neck, and everything suddenly went black.

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I tiredly opened my eyes to find myself strapped to a table. I looked to my side and saw that the once colorful, liquid filled, shots were now empty.

My wrist suddenly filled with a hot seering pain, I looked down to see a black tree shaped tattoo on it.

My head filled with a foginess and I concentrated on my wrist, wishing it could be free. The strap slowly lifted off my wrist, my jaw dropped and I let out a strangled scream.