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Beatrice Andrews, seventeen years old, only child...........and a natural born assassin. I was born into a family of assassins. Actually I was forced to be an assassin, by the government. My parents were regular people, but the government watched their every move, well not every move but you know what I mean. Anyway, two years after my parents got married they had me, and for five years I had a normal childhood, until my sixth birthday. *Government official knocks on door* "Open up, this is Agent Michaels. We want to talk to you, please open up and cooperate peacefully." My mother stayed with me on the couch while my father answered the door. He was hesitant at first, then he turned his head back to me and my mother but realized that I wasn't there. "Oh than you little girl." when Father heard him say that he was shocked at the sight of me holding the door open. As the men sat down, I went to the kitchen to make some tea, when I was done I went into the living room and noticed my mother was crying.

"Mommy, what's wrong, why are you crying?" I asked. The man in the suit came over to me and bent down to my level.

"What's your name little one?" he asked me in a calm voice, unlike the loud one he was using earlier.

"My name is Beatrice." I said in a mono-tone voice.

"Well Beatrice, I'm Agent Michaels and I'm here to take you back with me to the Agency for a while. Ok?" This must be why mom is crying, because I'm supposed to go with this man. I don't know what to do, should I go with him should I stay here? "So little lady shall we go?" he held out his hand to me, I looked at my parents, and back at him. I made my decision, and I took his hand, which made my mother cry even more. I left with the man to the agency, not knowing that my life was going to change forever.


Ten years have passed since I left my family, and now I'm in training as an assassin for the government. I've trained in combat, and worked on my camoflauge. I've spent my life training to kill people and it's been hard knowing that I won't get to see my family ever again. "Beatrice, come here please." I was up in a tree and I heard Agent Michaels calling my name, so I decided to hang from my legs in the tree.

"Hey Michaels. What's up, you need something?" He turned and pat my head, just like he did when I was a little kid. I wish he wouldn't do it anymore, I'm going to be seventeen in three days, I'm not a little kid anymore. "So anyway, is there something you need?"

"Actually yes, I have something important to tell you. But I warn you, it's not good news."

"That's ok, it can't be that bad." he looked down at the floor with his eyes shaded over by his hair. "Anthony, what is it?" It's very rare that I call him by his first name.

"I'm sorry Beatrice, but we just got your first target from the head office."

"Oh, well that's not too bad. It's my first mission." I said in an almost cheerful voice, but it didn't last long.

"Here's the thing Beatrice, your first target........... is your parents." My world suddenly went black.

"My first target...... is my parents? No that can't be possible, you must have read the name wrong. Please, please Michaels tell me you read the name wrong?" I say at the brink of tears.

"I'm sorry, but it's true, and I can't change it. You leave in ten minutes."

"Wait, I have to kill them today?" He didn't say anything, he just kept walking towards the door. "ANSWER ME MICHAELS! TURN AROUND, FACE ME, AND TELL ME THE TRUTH!!!!!!"

"I told you the truth Beatrice, I would never lie about something like this. But my hands are tied, you'll just have to accept the fact. I'm sorry." And with those last words, he walked away, leaving me in a pit of darkness and sorrow.

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