New Beginnings (Marvel/Mlb crossover)

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5 years later

I groan as I wake up, the bright lights shining through the window blinding me. I look around my dark room, and begin to get ready. I do my makeup, making it have a dark eyeshadow, eyeliner, and a dark red lipstick. I get into my normal black clothes, and begin to do my hair. It is just below my shoulders now, and I like the length. I make sure that it is completely straight, and sigh, standing up and putting on the black heels I wear every day.

I walk through the big house, going into the kitchen and beginning to make a cup of coffee, along with two pieces of toast like how I do every day. I finish, putting them on the silver platter and walking up the stairs. I knock on the huge door, and head a quiet, "Come in." I walk in, showing no expression, and hand Adrien his breakfast.

"Thank you Bridgette." The blonde boy says, and I nod, stepping back. Something about that name doesn't feel right, but I ignore it. I did loose my memory a few years ago and Adrien has taken care of me through it all.

"Turn on the tv." He says, and I walk over, pressing the remote button which instantly flicks onto the News. It shows a middle aged man with greying hair, and a tired look on his face. He has fancy glasses on, and he is staring at some sort of screen with a picture of someone on there.

I suddenly remember everything.

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Flashback
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"What are you going to do?" I ask, and Adrien slaps me. "No questioning me. I'm going to train you to be mine. To follow everything I say, and be my own personal... assassin. You could say." I stare at him, my eyes wide with fear, and stutter, "I w-will never f-f-follow you. O-o-or listen." He slaps me again, and says, "You will if you want your life. I have no shame in killing you. I could do it easily. Now, your training starts tomorrow. If you do good, you get rewarded. If you do bad, or disobey, then you are punished. Got it?"

I nod, and wait for the day to come.

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The next day
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I wake up to a sharp pain in my neck, and suddenly I shoot up. "Good morning Princess." Adrien says, and I grab onto the pain in my neck. "Don't worry. It's just gonna make you forget who you are. No big deal." And the world around me goes dark.

The first thing I feel is soft sheets. I sit up, fast, and look around. I see the boy that I faintly remember, his facing seeming familiar somehow. But I can't recall it.

"Good Afternoon, Bridgette. You were created to serve me, and that is your only purpose. You will do as I say, or I will kill you. Your training starts soon, so I'd get as much rest as I can. Any questions?"

"Who are you?" I say in a voice that doesn't sound like my own. "Your master. Call me Adrien. Alright?" I nod, and get up, ready for the life I was made for.

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2 months later
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I stand up on a platform, and carry the knife in my hand. In front of me, there is a prisoner who has been sentenced to death. He has been tied to a chair, and he has a wrap around his mouth, along with a pleading look in his eyes. The look doesn't faze me as much as it used to, and I look towards Adrien, waiting for the signal. He gently waves his hand, and I leap into action, driving the knife deep into his chest, feeling more and more confident with what my purpose is.

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2 years later
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I stare, keeping my face smooth and walking down the streets of Paris in my black skin tight body suit, and my plaid black and white skirt, that went down just above my knees. My tiny black bag is draped around my shoulder, and the place my hand on it, feeling the cold, deadly weapon through it.