Chapter 1 I open my eyes for the first time, and I am not a baby. I open my eye for the first time, and i do not see my parents. I open my eyes for the first time, and I do not have a single memory, yet I understand how to speak, and I sit up and look around. I am in a room, and I know... this not the first time. I understand I am in a bed, I understand that this room is under decorated and under furnished, only my bed and a worn chair, a well as two doors on oposite walls. I look at myself, the first thing I notice is that I'm naked, and my hands are pale and soft. My long white hair in my face, I push it out of the way with difficulty, my arms not feeling like my own. I'm startled out of thought when a boy, a teen walks in the door, and I quickly cover myself with a sheet. He speaks, seeming not to notice, "I'm Ice, and I'm going to help you around until you ae used to your new life here, and help you find your new name. I hope we can be friends or more." These are his first words to me, and just stare. His black hair falls in his icey blue eyes, I understood the name Ice, it fit him. I looked at his clothes to see he was in uniform, slacks as black as night, his white dress shirt white complimented his pale complexion. Noticing my lack of words he spoke again filling the silence, "It's okay if you don't want to talk yet, here." He pulls out a black leather bound book, embossed in the front, it said 'School Rules' in old looking writing, and held it out to me, I took it, and set it on my lap. "Until you want to talk, you can read while I'm away, eventually you can see the school itself." He began walking out, opening the door he came out of, but he stopped. "Oh! This door here is to a small kitchen and bathroom, and there are clothes in the drawers. Now, I may take my leave." He left the room and left without another word. I heard the door click, and I got up and fell. Pain seared through my knee, but I refused to surrender and get back into bed. Instead, I got back up, puttiing a hand against the wall with the door to the kitchen, determined to get clothes. I fell again and again, bruising myself black, but not giving in to pain, not going back, refusing to cry. Finally, after what felt like ages, I made it to the door and turned the handle, I got through the door, then fell again. I pulled myself into a sitting position and surveyed the room, seeing the dresser, I got up again, and made slow cautious steps to it. The first drawer had bath towels, and I gabbed one, realizing I needed to wash. I looked around the room, seeing the kitchen, I kept looking, and saw a new door. I made my way to it, faster than before, but still very slow. I made it through the door and shut it with breath of finality. I made a scan of the room, and saw the shower, I put my towel on the rack and got in, turned on the the warm water. The water hit my body, and I let out a breath of tension I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I suddenly realize that dispite this amnesia, I knew how to wash myself, actually, I knew that I knew how to functon, I just didn't remember any o my past actions, myself and personal things I should know about who I am. I began to cry, frustrated by my lack of knowlege on myself. These thoughts kept running through my head as I washed my hair, shaved my body everywhere but my head, and lathered soap on myself, getting out. I moved to the vanity sink and washed my face with cold water. I wiped the water off my face, then the fog off the mirror. I gasped, stunned by my big red eyes, they look like they were tiny fireballs. I touched my thin nose, my soft red lips, my creamy pale skin. My hair had one thick strand of black amidst the snow white that looked ready to fall over my rightt eye, and I let it, so that that the harsh calculating look could be dampened, ever so slightly I found a fluffy black robe behing the door and put it on. I went to the small kitchen and got some water. I drank deeply, and felt my vocal chords hydrate, feeling much more capable of speech. I found a bagel and ate it as I walked back to my bed and picked up the manual Ice had given me. In the mission statement, I learned what I was in the world now, 'In the Assassin (Administered) Academy, individuals with an extra ordinary gift are trained and given a companion to accompany said individual on missions felt honorable by a preselected committee of unbiased persons.' This is an accademy, but why am I isolated from everyone else? Why can't I even remember my own name? Who am I? I went on to the first section, on the school uniform. Males had to always wear a black, white or gray dress shirt, black slacks, and black running shoes, with optional black jacket, with the exception of physical training, and abilty training, when it was a matter of what the male was comfortable in. The female uniform was a black, white or gray blouse, black pleated skirt, and an option of any black shoe. There was also options of a black blazer, black leggings or fishet stockings. There was also an option of wearing a necklace of any color. I atempted to continue reading, but my heavy eyelids had other plans.
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I was woken by Ice sitting on my bed, stroking my hair. I opened my eyes looking up into his stunning eyes. I sat up, my soft, thick white hair falling over my right eye, I let it stay there. A small smile approached my lips. I fixed the fluffy black robe, so I would be more secure to not go flashing Ice. "Good morning, hmm...I need a name for you, any ideas?" I thought for a minute, finally taking the time to study the bland room, it seemed to all be beige, the bedding, the walls, the ceiling, even the cement floor whick I was highly accquainted. The only object of intrest was a single black rose laying at the foot of the bed. I moved to pick it up carefully, the pedals weren't dead as I expected, but it seemed healthy. "Fire, I want my name to be fire, like my eyes. Is that ok?" I said as I stared at the rose, blushing red, clashing with my pale complexion, feeling like I had crossed some invisible barrier by speaking. Placing his hand under my chin, he gently raised my head and I looked into his eyes, a shiver crackling down my spine. "It's perfect, Fire, a good name with lots of meaning, I think it will suit you." He said it as if he was tasting the name, then changed the subject, "You have an amazing voice, smooth and calm. So I am sure you have plenty of questions, but first, are you hungry?" I had been blushing as he spoke, I just nodded solemnly. He stood and offered me his hand, but decided I needed to show some independence. I pointedly looked at the hand, then I stood on my own, and said, "Lead the way." "Fire is a perfect name for you." Looking slightly shocked by my fast progress, he said coldly, he shook it quickly, gracefully. He put an arm around me, shocking me as he showed he was the one in control. I didn't feel I had a choice in the matter, so I was lead to the kitchen, as bland as the room I woke in. He pointed to the oak dresser, "Go change into normal clothes, black blouse, no blazer, fishnets, combat boots. Now." "Who died and made you the admiral of the fleet?" He walked over to me, an icey, terrifying heat coming off him, he was angry, he grabbed my arm, it began to burn, it was so cold. "Don't back talk me ever again." Hot tears of pain were streaming down my face. "Yes, ok, please stop, please, I won't do it again, I promise." He stops, falling to his knees, looking dejected and worn. "I'm sorry Fire, please forgive me, I couldn't control myself." Tears fell down my face but I forgave him instantly. I went to my knees and fell against him, feeling weak. I felt his arms cradle me, and he put me on the counter. He pushed up the sleave of the robe, starting with ice water and working his way up to hot water, he unfroze my arm painlessly. I just watched him, he had an air of calm control about him, and I felt drawn to him. "There you go all better. Ok, different approach to this," thinking out loud, "will you please go put on your uniform, its not that I don't like seeing you watch me wheen you are only wearing a bath robe, I just want to get you out of solitary confinement, so you need to be dressed. Wear what you like, I was only suggesting those things because I know that you would feel more comfortable in that sort of thing." He trailed off towards the end, and I knew he was sincere, but I still tried on most of my options. The clothes all fit, and I found that fishnets and combat boots, which I avoided until last, were my thing, but I did switch the blouse to white. By the time I got back to Ice he had made us waffle and whipped cream and strawberries for toppings. Upon returning Ice couldn't take his eyes off me and I felt triumphant. I ate ravenously not realizing how hungry I was until this moment, yet he just watched me, drinking water, studying me. When I finished I looked up at him and smiled, he was taller than me by a few inches. "Ice, you said you would answer my questions, and I do have a few." I said tentatively.
Oops, thts chapter 2!! forgot to write that at the top oops Ill keep writing, but its your support that will keep me posting
"Ok, shoot." "Well, whats up with this companion business?" He thought for a moment before answering. "Well its more of a partnership, a bond between two people, one is more dominant, and it is said that the other would willingly die to protect them. For us, I'm the dominant, you are my companion." "Okay, I can deal with that. What's this school about, in your opinion?" He thought for a second, "I have a special ability, you unfortunately felt it," he said looking ashamed, "and the government takes people, like me, to this school at a young age. The government trains us to use these powers, so it can use it for their own personal gain. They bring people, like you, in at a later age, when those like you are in a state which you cant recover, giving you a new life." He seemed to get aggitated, some black silky hair falling over his eye, saying what he said next, "Unfortunately, at least thats how I see it, its a life of slavery, but some think that its just the way of things. They do this so people like me are kept happy. I don't want that to be us, I felt so horrible hurting you, so I'll only ask your loyalty, I won't expect it." "I want to..." I couldn't even hear myself, my white hair in my face, the black streak obscuring my veiw of him. He was silent, but I couldn't dare myself to try again. There was a long silence, then his cold hand, it was a pleasant cold, not wet or clammy, but dry and smooth, pushed the hair off my face. He tucked my hair behind my ear, then slowly traced my thin jaw, to my chin, as he did this he got closer, my heart was drumming a strange and obscure beat. He was leaning in, was he going to kiss me?! When he was two inches away, he stopped, looking into my very soul with his intense, icey eyes, "You can say anything to me, I'll always listen to what you have to say. Now, what did you say?" I came up with a revision, and looked him in his brilliant blue eyes, knowing naturally how to pull off fixing it, sort of, "I want to give you my loyalty." I said it emotionlessly, calm and totally understating the truth. "Ok, is that all?" "Yes." He released my chin, and moved away, and in a mischievious voice, "Then lets go to school."
Darn, I forgot to write chapter 3, darn I'm bad at that. Oops maybe next time! And, are my posts too long or to short? Sorry this chapter was mainly to give you background into what Fire was given for her new life. I wonder what happened to her old one, guess I'll get to that later. Love ya! Your KitKat
Chapter 4 He grabbed my hand practically pulled me out of there, I could tell he was excited. For what, I did not know. At first I was blind, it was so bright compared to my issolated room. It started evening out and there were trees, great weeping willows. We were on a lawn of a small building, away from the main one at the far side of this green, rich lawn. The main building was like a large gothic church with a wing on each side, arches and sprawling paths everywhere. This campus, after all it was a school, was beautiful. How could such a peaceful campus be called the Assasin Academy? Ice pulled me along, his grip firm, tight and uncomfortable, though I said nothing eager to see the inside of academy. I did not even look back because each step revealed a secret training grounds beneath the large willows, all kinds of knives and other sharp, dangerous wepons were being thrown with preccision at distant targets. We passed a small stream over a foot bridge, the water was clear, and bubbled cheerily along. Then we passed a few gardens with lovely looking fruits and flowers, which Ice cooly informed me were poisonous. He calmly slowed down as we reached the entrance wing, where we encountered many students who immeadiatly spoke to Ice and about him. "Hey Ice, is that your new companion, she's noticable." One guy said. A girl hit him and spoke in a thick german accent, "Don't you remember, Ice needs flashy so he can get to his targets at times, damn, I wish I could take out some targets with half the presteige that his targets have." Another guy commented on me with, "Damn, Ice is that you companion, you'll be killing targets right and left with her legs!" Then a tall pretty southern girl with carmel hair and earthy green eyes wearing a white blouse and russet cowgirl boots walked up to Ice all friendly, but she was far from kind, "Awe Icey-dear! How cute, you got some trash of the streets, obviously she was a hooker. Well, at least you have me sweetypie, or your life would lack the pretty I got for you." "Ah, Annabelle, I broke up with you a month ago, get it into your head, we are done." He let go of my hand and put his arm protectively around me. "I've got my companion and she has a thousand times better, kinder, funnier, more loving personality than you will ever have. Now, I have to help get my companion settled in." He turned to me, "Come on you don't have to hear this." He held his arm tightly around me guiding me down the left passageway, though i saw nothing to shocked by his kind words, and took me into a private dorm, "Welcome to our home, would you like the tour?" He didn't wait for my answer. He motioned to the room we were in, it had three exits, the one we came in and the other two, i pesumed, were sleeping areas for us, this room had a nice kitchen with a peninsula counter, a fridge, and stove and microwave with many cupboards. Next to it was a couch, chair, and a large T.V., along the right wall, was many books in rows on shelves. "This is our living area, kitchen and small library." He opened the closer of two doors to reveal it was just our closet, it was walk in, and was obviously prepred for us to share, split in half. "This is our closet, nicely organized for us." He shut the door and opened the other, "This is our bedroom, sorry we have to share", he points at the large 4 poster bed in the middle of the room, "Thats mine," he walks to the wall and presses a green button, a bed cubicle, six feet long, four feet deep and 3 feet high opened up, "This is yours. It has full privacy if thats what you prefer, or you can sleep with me, if you want." The room was peacock blue, except for the floor to ceiling mirror across the entire far wall. "Now, I have class so make yourself at home today, yours start tommarow, there are some relaxation clothes in the closet, I'll see you later." He left the room reluctantly, and I walked around, got a blueberry bagel, and looked through the books, there were a lot on fighting, but also music, cooking, engineering, software programming, as well as others. I looked through the closet and saw every manner of clothing for both of us, ball gowns and suits, normal clothes, tennis shoes, as well as plenty of fishnets and combat boots, and the uniform options. Our room was spacious, and comfortable I saw now a couch in there, as well as speakers for an iPod, I looked on his bed to see a ruffled button down shirt, his, I took off my clothes and put it on, then I got in my bed cubicle and fell asleep.