Prologue
A young girl sat at a table, her one black and one white eyes watched her caretaker cook dinner.
“Are you going to help or just keep on staring at me like that?” the caretaker asked, “Just because you’re albino and melanistic doesn’t mean you can’t help me make your food.” The girl shrugs and stayed where she was, and watched the woman,
“I never thought that, I was gonna wait because Imma grow up and be one of the best Atrox in the force.”
“I don’t care if you’re the General herself, if you’re gonna live under my house you’re gonna help me cook dinner.” This was the first of many nights such as this, with banter, the caretaker pretending not to be unnerved by the calm, black and white stare she so often receives, and the girl eventually helping, all without a single name being passed between them.
Ever since the Collapse, the nuclear breakdown of society, the loose military government had to have elite agents, called Atrox, carry out assassinations and cause terror to keep control of the people they ruled. Atrox genes were checked for undesired mutations and raised from birth to be perfect in the field, in return they are fed, sheltered, and paid all their lives. Mutations had become more and more common due to the increased radiation worldwide causing humanity to stay on the brink. Some mutations however, caused extraordinary abilities to appear, things from invisibility to super strength, each Atrox has a different ability, this is why they were so feared.
The abilities of this girl isn’t what terrified the caretaker but her unnerving appearance, white hair, white skin and one white eye, but her right eye and left leg are black as obsidian. Her constantly calm expression also added to the intimidation she presents, even though, at this point, she was only a 4 foot tall little girl with no muscle with a dream of murder.
---------------------------------------------------------6 years later--------------------------------------------------------
The once small girl just started becoming a woman, stronger and more deadly by the day. Already infamous in the Atrox for being first in her class and se was also able to defeat any idiot that tried to duel her. Her training was technically almost done but she was most likely to be let out into the field before her training was over.
Everyday she got up, got dressed , banters with the caretaker while she ate, headed off to training to sharpen themselves to a molecular point of lethal force, then head home for dinner, sleeps, rinse and repeat. Day, after day.... after day.
As suspected she received her first mission on her 14th birthday, 14 is the unofficial age limitation of becoming an Atrox. The mission was the assassination of a man called Aim Jakob, he was causing some stir causing some of the people to demand higher wages. By this point she had no qualms about killing, for she was forced to kill a man on her first day of training and now her comrades at least once a month as the top of her class. She headed to the armory to receive her weapons of choice and almost felt happy, to finally go out on a mission and do what she does best, and she was aloud to do it any way she wanted. On the long walk through the training camp towards HQ she thought about how she would do it.
She would for sure make him an example of some kind using her teleportation ability to reach a hard to reach visible place, but how to do it. This question pegged her mind as she retched through all of the ways she had learned, their were so many, no, to many options for her so she decided to just get to him first before she decided.
She arrived at HQ with ample time to choose her weapon and chit-chat with the armorer. The armorer was one of her only friends on the grounds other than Sarah, a solder in training for command on the other side of the grounds, they lived right next door to each other and Sarah's little sister had grown quite attached to her. Her thoughts and Idle chit-chat were interrupted by footsteps coming from the hallway behind them and the armorer saying, "Commander! What a surprise, and what brings you to my humble domain?" he asks with a cheeky grin as a tall, amazon of a woman, approached the counter.
"I've actually come for the young whelp here." she said, not chastising only matter of fact.
"Sir." She responded with a casual salute and stood at attention.
"Valery Huchkan, I have been sent to formally induct you into the Atrox and give you the details of your first mission." she said in a commanding voice as she handed Valery a sealed note. "Good luck, kid."
"Thank you, sir."
