Chapter 1
Captain Jagger --------->alexanderludwig_1267826228
*5 years later*
The horn goes off once again to wake me up early in the morning. i grabbed the pillow from under my head to find silence once again. "Cat wake up" my friend Star shaking me to get up.
"leave me alone" i mumbled sleepily.
she chuckles. "why will i do that?"
"because im tired and sleepy and tired"
"but" my other friend Rocket chimed in. "you wouldn't be when i tell you what day it is"
"what day is it?"
"today is the day one of the captains picks a side kick or the voters pairs you" Rocket continues.
"and this year the voters chose the pairings" Star added. i moved the pillow and faced star's blue eyes and hair and Rocket's red hair and brown eyes. Rocket was the sweet fun sized friend and star was the oldest and the crazy one, 19 years old while im 18 and laura is also 18 but soon turning 19 yeah im the youngest out of my group.
"what does that have to do with me?"
"you are going to be in the pairings!" Rocket smiled.
"Im a assassin not a side kick"
"some might not treat you as a side kick" i nod "so get out of bed and get dressed you have a captain to see" Rocket and Star both pulled out of the bed. gaining my energy back i took a quick cold shower, brushed my teeth and placed on my clothes. fixing my black/brown curly hair i followed them outside. they both hugged me good luck and disappeared into the crowd.
OK NOW I'm nervous. i pray to god i get a good, nice Captain other than Captain Jagger there. i still don't know why the guy is so cruel to me. i did nothing to the guy and i still dont see how the chic's find him attractive.
"Black Cat come to the stage" i stepped on stage a loud roar of cheers ran over me. i kept my head down as i walked forward and faced the crowd "Now make your vote" i heard a lot of different names like "viper" and "blaster" but the name i heard the most was "Jagger" no not him.
the presenter raised his hand up. the shouting stopped. "Black Cat your Captain is Jagger" another roar came over me as i saw a stern looking face walk towards the presenter then me. still giving me the same cold stare five years ago. as we shook hands on it , his hand shake was firm,tight, and distant. i gave him a quick look yeah still dont see whats the comotion aabout he's not that hot or hot at all.
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