Burned

Chapter Two

Wrong.

I was terribly, terribly wrong. Let me go back, after the convo in the barracks we all went to sleep like normal, but now I'm waking up with the effects of Chloroform wearing off. I look around in confusion, the room seems to be familiar, but I don't see how. I trace one of the paintings on the wall and it hits me.

This was my room.

The room I grew up in until the age of nine. I suppose I should explain. I made a name for myself at the age of nine by sneaking into stores and stealing things for the kids I shared a room with at the orphanage, things like food and water.

See back then the place was run down and poor, so my roomies and I got paint (or I stole paint) and we painted the cold, grey walls tan, then added brown lines streaking across it. Then we took paint brushed dipped in green and made leaves. When the paint had dried, and we came up with an excuse for how we got the paint (saving up our allowance) we took pictures of us we did at the library and put them up on the branches. I brushed my finger over one of the limbs and smiled slightly. They were my first true family. My thoughts were drawn to my second family, my team. I remember how I met them all, I was caught stealing some food one night and I wasn't going to give any information so they called in a CIA operative, he saw some potential in me I suppose, and offered me a spot on a team they were building. The team would be made up of young children that came from troubled backgrounds who showed promise to become the greatest agents.

The first one I met was Skylar. She was the oldest, twelve years old at the time. Her mother had died in childbirth and her father went mad with grief, he abused Sky and didn't work at all. So Sky, with no other way to get money started playing the innocent act and used it to get credit card numbers and credit cards to get money, she also swiped the occasional dollar bill. She's now 19, code-named Paradox and the team's mole.

I next met Scarlet. She was eleven, homeless, and worked at a salon as a makeup artist. While at the salon she would steal things out of people's pockets, and sometimes the products off the shelves. She's now 18, code-named Witch and the team's diverter/disguise master.

Then I met Will and Cain. The twins were caught hacking into bank accounts to get money for themselves and their sick mother, who after a month of them being on the team died of brain cancer when the two of them were ten. They're now 16, Will is our lead tech support, codenamed Phantom while Cain is our decoder and hacker, code-named Code .

I met Spencer last, as he has arrived not long before me. He was in a similar predicament as myself, caught sneaking into a place to get supplies to support himself. He was now 15, code-named Eclipse and is one of the main field agents.

Last on the team was me. Cameo, 15, code-named Shade and the other main field agent.

Those guys had been my family for five years.

No, I reminded myself. They still are. I just have to find a way to get back to them.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by a timid knock on the door. I walked over to the door and opened it to see a girl around five. She was in the typical light blue dress with a white shirt over it that I remember the younger kids and those who didn't have any clothes, to begin with, were given. I knelt down to her level and cocked my head to the side in a silent question.

"Miss Murry said to come and get you, it's time for lunch." She smiled brightly then skipped away as my mouth fell open. I had been asleep for at least 16 hours, given we fell asleep at around eight. I walked down to where I remember the dining room to be and opened the door to see Miss Murry, the same caretaker I had, along with ten other girls. I stepped into the room silently, but Miss M still saw me.