Spy Nation

The Introduction

     Let me tell you, first of all, getting thrown out of a window is hell of a lot more painful than it looks. Of course, this depends on how high the window is and where you land, but I now know that getting tossed from a moving bus on the high way through a small window, well it's not fun. My black, leather, Jeager Brand jacket, stood no chance against the steaming, rough pavement of the road. I rolled, catching my self and standing, pointing my pistol at the bus. The bus that had all ready spead away. Too late.

      "Shit!" Cars twisted around me and I looked around as horns blared. As I glanced down and noted that my jacket didn't look half bad, nothing a good tailor couldn't fix. With a half-smirk, I winked at a driver who was currently flipping me the bird before I jumped onto a black Mazda, not at all caring about dents and leapt to the other side, sprinting towards the sand just on the edge of the road.

     Suddenly, thunder invaded my ear drums and my legs were swept from under me. Pink and red flashed beneath my eyelids as I hit the ground once again, the car that hit me screeching to a stop. "Ma'am! Ma'am!? Are you okay? Someone call nine-one-one!" a woman screamed. I opened my eyes, slightly irritated. My shoulders were really tired of making contact with that highway and my legs weren't happy about being broken, not at all. I rolled to my back and looked down at my legs.

     "You look ugly...Excuse me, woman, could you help me here? And please stop screaming, its super annoying..." the pain was so excruciating that my world was spinning, but I refused to pass out. Her face was ghost white as her perfect blue eyes watched me. She had laughing lines for sure, just as much as she had worry lines. Probably rich, I assumed from the blindingly pink convertable. She let out another breathtakingly high pitch, bitch squeal. Drama queen. "Holy Hell wh- oooh..." I realized why she was screaming before I could finish my sentence. It seemed that my backup had finally arrived, much too late. A small blonde child lifted a car to clear a path for the person I love to hate. He stepped forward, crimson eyes and sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose, pale skin glinting in the light.

     "Insane as ever, Parker, we can't have our only human dying, now can we?" his smile held malice and the small blonde, Alice, crept forward, stepping up to me and pressing her surprisingly small hands against my broken legs. A golden light emitted from the wound, but my brain gave out, forcing my eyes closed.

    My name is Aspen Parker. I work for an agency that calls themselves The Knights. Known by most as Dark Knights. We have a reputation, but nobody expects us to be a large group of supernatural creatures, well, except for me. I am completely, and utterly human. Normal and bland. But I was forced into this life from birth when the Boss found me wrapped up in a blanlet on the sidewalk. How I've survived is unknown, I'm focused on how I'll continue to survive.

(This is super short, but if it makes a hit, I'll write larger paragraphs and continue to post, until then, good day~)