Murder, grave desecration, assaulting a police officer... these charges are just some of what the brunette was being charged with in her long criminal record. Boston Massachusetts, Amherst New York, Denver Colorado, Allentown Pennsylvania, Dayton Ohio... were just some places she was wanted. Her eyes went numb and she placed the piece of paper on the table. Arabella Cassidy Callahan was the name of a person that many law officers wanted to lock up for good, but once they did, she slipped through their hands like butter. Sure she was a slender woman in her mid twenties, but she was more than just that. Arabella is what you might call an ‘Evolved Human’. From an early age, her parents trained her to fight evil. Why? Well mainly because they were hunters of the supernatural sort. The things that go bump in the night were real and there are only a handful of people that know these kinds of things exist. Some didn’t care, but most fight it to save lives, and the Callahan family fell into that group.
Jump starting this fairytale at sixteen years old. Little Arabella was the only female in the house besides her mother. Her older brother went off to college in New York, while the family was still in Dallas. On a cloudy night, Arabella smelt smoke coming from inside the house. She jumped out of bed and ran into her parents room to wake them up but they were nowhere to be found. Black smoke was seeping in through the cracks of door ways. Arabella yelled and screamed for her parents, but they weren’t upstairs. She rushed downstairs to see them knocked out on the floor. Bright flames where starting to rise a few feet away from them. The small teenage girl’s eyes widened as tears fell down her face. She kicked, smacked, pushed, slapped, anything to get her parents to wake up but nothing. She opened the front door and started to drag their bodies out of the house, but it was no use, they were way to heavy for her. Movement from her father came as he finally opened his eyes. He saw the flames starting and turned over seeing his daughter crying. He screamed at her to get out fast. The fire was spreading rather quickly. Arabella obeyed her father , like she always did by nodding, but at that time the stove exploded in the kitchen, a few feet away, and the house went up in flames. Arabella’s body flew across the hall and she felt a cool breeze pass by her. The next thing she knew she was awake in what seemed to be a hospital.
Sitting up, she examined herself, seeing if there was any cuts or burns. She sighed in relief that there was none. She felt no pain, though she did feel different, in a good sort of way. The room she was in looked like a hospital, but this room had no visiting chairs or other beds, it was just her, machines and a small mirror. Little did she know it was a start of her new life at a government military facility called Project X.
Project X is a government strand facility where they test non-human and animal DNA on humans to create the superior being. Just a few decades ago they experimented with paranormal and supernatural DNA and began testing on humans. Scientists developed more information on gene slicing and placing abilities. Most of their test subjects fail, but a few survived.. and Arabella was one. She developed enhanced abilities. With this, the military trained her. Since she was already trained by her former Marine parents, the training was easy and familiar. She did all the tasks they ask, but not at first. Within the facility, she met many people. Such as her half sister she never knew of, and a guy who secretly stole her heart. She gained many people’s trust, but she never trusted anybody in the facility.
Within seven years of being trapped in the hell hole, Arabella wanted out. And that’s what she did. With her sister by her side, the two of them escaped together with a few others right behind them. They ran and hid until they thought it was safe to move again. And when they did, they shipped off to New York to reunite with their brother. From then on, Arabella trained her sister how to hunt and protect others and herself from the evil that lays within this world. Since the two of them share the same abilities, it has been easy and together they are powerful. But that didn’t last long.
A few years ago..
I sat in the uncomfortable metal chair in the bright white room with the two way mirror. I knew I was being watched from the other end, as well as being eyed from the guard next to the door. Ankles and wrists were handcuffed together to the table before me, having just enough slack on my wrists to sit back with a sigh as I calculated on ways to escape my imprisonment.
The door opened, and in came a male I never personally met, but knew the sight of. He nodded to the guard before he placed down two cups of coffee and a folder on the table before taking a seat across from me. My eyes landed on the door as it closed and locked before I looked to his hazel hues.
“Sorry for the wait. Coffee?” He asked as he slid one of the cups towards me.
I rose a brow at him, My eyes trailing down to the hard styrofoam cup. It could be coffee, to which I was almost addicted to, but it could be something else within it. I wasn’t going to take any chances.
“It’s good to have you back, Arabella.”
I huffed at his comment, rolling my eyes as I yanked on the chains loosely. “Yeah, feels real good to be back in this hell hole.”
“We are under new management, Ms. Callahan. The former director in charge, Sarah Walsh, as you may know, has been released shortly after your escape. I took over her position and have set new changes within the facility. My name is -”
“- I know who you are, Jason Brooks.” I cut him off quickly. “And I really don’t care. Can I go home now?”
Nodding to himself, he pursed his lips. “Guess I should have seen that coming. Though, I am curious as to how you know who I am.”
“Know thy enemy.” I explained.
“I’m not your enemy.”
“Says the dude who has me cuffed to a table.” I countered.
“That’s for my protection, really.”
“Afraid I might hurt you?” I smirked.
“Afraid? No. I do however, know you have been thinking of ways to get out of this room. Calculating on what the best kill is for Duke over there.” He nudged his head towards the guard who was staring at me. “And planning on ways to kill me as well.” He rose a brow. “Am I right?”
I leaned up in the chair quickly, making the guard twitch, becoming active in case I make an attack. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the action. Leaning forward arms across at the table, I went for the cup of joe. “Look at you, mister know it all.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him before lifting up the lid on the cup and sniffed the liquid inside. I couldn’t find any unusual scent within the coffee, but I still didn’t trust it.
“It’s just coffee.” He confirmed. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
My eyes reached his once more. “Then what the fuck am I here for?”
“A job opportunity.”
“Come again?” I rose a brow.
He cleared his throat. “We have been sending in operatives into different fields. Afghanistan, Iraq, Korea. Some in the military and some not. Some we place in a different division along side special ops for classified missions.”
I leaned back in the chair once again, looking down at my finger nails, clearly unamused as he explained. All I want to do is go back home.
“I would like for you to come back to us. To work with us.”
“And be a prisoner again? No thank you.” I dismissed.
“No. A freelance agent. We send you on missions.. paid missions.”
“I’m not interested. Sorry. Can I go home now?” I asked once more, becoming more irritated by the second.
Jason glanced at me as I stared at him from across the table. He sat up in his seat, reaching for the folder to open it. My eyes trailed down to the images stacked inside. Surveillance photos it looks like, as well as what seemed like paparazzi photos. I knew it felt like I was being watched, I should have listened to my gut.
“We have eyes on your family, as well as the other escapee’s.” He stated as he scratched his scruffy face, carefully placing each photo in front of me to see.
I looked from the photos to him, feeling every nerve in my body burn like fire. I knew he was bound to come across this somehow in this conversation, and I was waiting for it, but it still pissed me off.
“Skylar - who has been such a wonderful mother to little Penelope. Bryan - the gambling former marine he has become.”
“Go near my family, and I swear to god I will burn this entire place to the ground.” I growled angrily.
“I’m not. I don’t want to Arabella. What I want is you.”
I snorted at his remark, leaning back in the chair as the chains to my cuffs rattled. “Get in line, pal.”
“You are a remarkable solider, from day one. I’ve seen your progression, how much stronger you have gotten. I’ve seen you in action, and we need you with us. America needs you.”
His last words broke me into a laughter that echoed the room almost manically. “America needs me?” I asked in-between my laughing outbursts. “Oh.. wow.. thats some funny shit right there. Tell me.. does that line usually work?”
Jason looked down with a sigh, clearly unamused by my reaction. “Arabella, I’m going to make you a deal-”
“No. No you’re not.” I interrupted him quickly. “You see, I already know what the deal is.” I air quoted with my fingers. “Gonna send me on some fucking secret missions and let me guess, you won’t hurt my family. Am I right? Are you forgetting who you’re dealing with?” I turned to Duke who was watching us carefully. “Tell me Duke, did they give you the same deal? Or was your stupid ass that gullible, you thought this was an exciting job opportunity to serve your country so you signed up?”
I slammed my fists down on the table in anger, looking up at Jason in fury. “Don’t you fucking dare!” I warned. “I’ve been stuck in this hell hole since I was sixteen. You kidnapped me! I couldn’t even go to my own parent’s funeral thanks to this bullshit. I finally go back to my life and I get kidnapped once again and you want me to repeat this whole thing over again? Are you fucking nuts!? You can kiss my Irish fucking ass.”
He pulled out a photo, sliding it towards me. “Recognize him?”
Clenching my teeth together, I slowly looked down at the black and white security surveillance photo. It was blurred and extremely pixelated, but I could make out the figure’s face. Aiden.
“He’s the only one who actually went off our radar. You all may have escaped, but you never left our sight. We have eyes everywhere. From the moment you landed in New York to the various vampire slaughters, demon slashing, and art thefts, we were right there with you.”
My eyes flickered back to him in a dead stare, but on the inside I was smiling to myself. He got away.
“You are right about one thing though, that was the deal I was willing to provide you. And I’m willing to give you one more chance to see it my way. I said it before, Project X is not how it was. Yes, we will send you on missions where I see your needs fit. No, you will not be locked up like an animal in a cage. You are free to go back to your apartment after you say yes. You will be a freelance agent in Project X. All missions are classified. If you say no, I have agents on all your little buddies, who are happily involved in other jobs and dealing with normal life, that will bring them in as quick as I make that phone call. It’s you or them Ms. Callahan. What will it be?”