This story is set in an alternative universe where the rules make no sense. People don't question this, and the powerful people are always powerful.
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Year 3009
"You got her" A man walked into a dimly lit room and sat in front of a desk. He leaned forward clasping his hand together. His arms bulged, and almost looked like it would rip the sleeves of his form fitted suit. He had salt and pepper colored hair, and sharp features for his old age.
"Yeah I got her. " another man said as he pushed a 14 year old girl in the view of Mr. Salt-and-Pepper. His sharp scrutinization of her as she stared blankly at him. Her blue eyes glazed over, and her mouth slightly parted as if she was relying on it to breath.
To keep her from swaying the other man held her shoulders. He was as muscular as the other one so much so that he didn't even feel the weight of the girl that he was balancing near him. It didn't help that she was puny either.
"Yeah. She's completely out of it though and she isn't gonna be any useful for us now. " The younger man said.
Mr. Salt-and-Pepper chuckled.
"You haven't heard anything about her have you?" He asked.
The younger man gave him a confused look.
Salt-and-Pepper sighed. He walked around his desk and slightly crouched in front of the girl grabbing her chin and facing it towards him "why else would we go through the trouble of taking a f**king 14 year old."
"I don't know eith-" He was interrupt by the older man.
"Have you sparred with anyone in a while." The older man said still holding on to her chin.
"No man. You know nobody can beat me." The younger man gloated with a smirk on his face. His gloating was very much justified because it was true. He was stronger than all the other guys, and has made a name for himself as having some sort of ancient warrior.
Still staring at the girl Salt-and-Pepper utter one word "epíthesi" the girl stopped swaying and her body went rigid. The younger man backed away from her a bit shocked by the sudden change. She slowly turned to look at the supposed descendance of an ancient warrior.
Her eyes were now a darker shade of blue and stance was hostile. In a blink of an eye she was on top of him as he was lying on the floor. She had her hand around his throat as she squeezed.
The shock was still coursing through the younger man. As he tried to register just what had happen to him.
He hadn't even seen her move.
And he was pretty good at predicting people moves. But her agility and speed surpassed any of the people he had ever fought, and he had fought a lot of people.
She want as strong but she knew exactly which pressure point to make him almost lose conscience. Before that could happen he threw her off of him and charged at the girl.
Before, he could get to her she disappeared only to appear behind him.
She kicked his back and he tumbled forward losing his balance. She also knew which part of his spine to kick in order to make him immobile for a while.
He grunted as he fell to the ground face first.
he could feel her coming up to him but he couldn't move his body. She really did a number on his back.
"That's enough." A voice boomed.
She stopped immediately and her demeanour went back to the strange glazed look.
The older man held her shoulders to steady her. He walked in front of the younger man, and grinned.
"You see what I mean."
The male laying on the ground rolled his eyes as best as he could given his circumstance. "You know you could have mentioned that she is basically a ninja. Before you let her kick my a**."
"You wouldn't have been able to see the extend of her power." The Salt-and-Pepper man pulled out his number and called his private doctor.
"Don't worry she just kicked you to immobilize you for a couple of hours. Isn't that right little one. " He said putting his phone back in his pocket.
The old man patted the girls head as she nodded slowly.
"Now that you have seen what she can do. I want you to train her so that she can effective attack and defend while she is... conscious." The younger man looked up at his boss. Watched as he was stroking the girls, and thought I don't get paid enough for this sh*t.
"Got it boss." He replied sighing. "By the when the f**k is the doctor gonna get here. My f**king bodies starting to hurt."
"They'll get here in about ten minutes or so." The boss said looking at his watch.
The younger man stared at the girl while laying on the floor. He realized that this girl looked like she had no clue where she was and what was happening to her, it was as if her attacking was extremely primal and her responding to a word in a completely different language was also extremely mysterious, but regardless she looked very cute. She had large blue eyes and long, wavy, chestnut hair.
Regardless of how she treated him. The younger man couldn't get himself to resent her.
Given that he knew her circumstances, if anything this was a coping mechanism, a way to make sure that she is able to protect herself.
Her body realizes that she lives in a world where she would have to fend for herself. Knowing well enough that she is on her own.
The admiration for the girl only increased. Having met most girls around her age when dealing with recruitment. It was refreshing to see a person with this sort of innate ability. If anything the younger man was ready to take her in and teach her everything that she needs to know.
"She needs a number." Boss said breaking his thought.
"Actually." He thought for a moment.
"She is a 'special'. She needs a name."
The younger man had no capacity to think anymore as he started to lose conscious finally.
Before he passed out completely he faintly heard the name pass through his ears.
Felicity.
