The Secret Warriors

[☼TameMySoul☼]

The Secret Warriors
Book one


Written by: Alisha ‘Ice’ Adams


Prologue:

When is a person truly beaten, when are they truly defeated? When their body and spirit has been broken? When they can’t get up after being beaten to the last thread of life? Is a person truly beaten when they breath their last breath?

As I lay here, the muffled sounds that I could vaguely hear start to fade, my vision darkens, yet there is something... there is something inside me that refuses to die, that refuses to accept defeat. No I don’t believe a person can truly be crushed unless that person accepts that fact, when they lay down and die, refusing to even try and get back up even when they can’t anyway, that is what I call defeat. For I believe that in the mind and soul, once a person accepts defeat through and through, only then I believe a person has been truly beaten.

I feel the blood leaving me, my life force pouring from me from the wounds my enemy has afflicted on my body, I feel my mind drift, wishing to release itself so I may rest. My arms and legs no longer feel like they are my own, I can not feel anything but the pain leaving my body as my soul tries to tear from it to find it’s place of rest until the day I am reawakened. But a small light glows ever so humbly in the ever growing darkness that surrounds me, but it can not be drowned out, it is far stronger than any darkness that could ever be found... “get up...” I hear the voice call. It is quiet yet loud, it is calming yet strong, I hear yet not from my ears but in my head and I listen.

Each movement I make is pure pain, but I push through... My arms I can’t feel yet I know that I need to move them, my legs want to give but I do not allow them. I find myself on my feet again, my eyes burning but looking at the back of my attacker, my enemy.

“You will not break me Fire” The words come from me before I realize I have even spoken them, but each word I mean full heartedly. I know my right wing is busted, the deep gashes in my side and legs have caused most all my blood to run out of me, I know dark bruises cover my sugar brown skin. Blood has matted my Blue and black hair that covers my head, but I stand in even my own disbelief and the look on my enemy as she turns to look at me, a mixture of the same unbelief along with anger. I look back at her with strength, it takes everything in me, everything to stand here. “I promised I wouldn’t stop trying until my last breath, and I meant it,”

Before this, before all of this I lived a normal life, I was a civilian that lived life like most everyone else who didn’t realize what kinds of evil’s were truly in this world, I had a normal name, friends, a loving mother, a job, a life. But now as I look dead into the eyes of a young woman who has been used and torn apart as I have from this war, I look deep into her fire red eyes and know, this war has just begun, I was meant to fight this battle, and all the ones before and after... There has been a secret war going on that raged even in my own home when I didn’t even know, I was created a warrior before I knew it, I was born at the time I was for a reason as I believe now more than ever that everything happens for a reason. There is a reason I ended up here, a reason why I was forced into this war along with my friends. I was chosen to fight this fight because I can, I was created for it and I will fight until my time is done.

I am no longer the victim Alicia Turner.. Now, from this moment on am

The Ice Angel~

[☼TameMySoul☼]

Chapter 1


The Pale Bare feet of a young man no older than twenty years of age pounded against the forest floor with great speed, his heart raced as his unnatural oak brown eyes searched desperately for a clearing in the dimmed light under the tight canopy of the trees, any type of break in the endless trees so that he would be free. He could hear the roar of dirt bike and truck engines closing in from behind, he was doing at least 55mph but they were nipping at his heels as the trees around him went as a blur while he moved faster the only reason he was not yet captured was because of the tight trees which he could weave in and out of better than they could on their vehicles. The young man came to an abrupt halt when his hearing picked up the sound of animals... guard dogs from the military base he had been held at for so many years, for so many years he had stayed at that prison known not by his true name John, but as subject #051689 or by the code name EA short for Earth Angel.

John pushed a lock of his strange dark blonde and brown hair out of his oddly pale skin as he searched the trees to make sure he was going the right way, his long eagle-like brown wings tucked closely to his back as he looked at an older tree and felt the bark where moss grew and knew by knowledge of nature that the moss on trees always grew southward and that’s the way he wanted to go, but his assailants were chasing him into circles. It was strange how he wished to forget everything he was taught, everything they had done to him, but like his wings, his knowledge would stay with him for the rest of his life which he did not plan on spending under the command of such evil people. He had to get to a clearing, he knew there had to be one somewhere for while he was in his training area he had heard a helicopter fly over which he figured came in too early or too late for a drop off, so now he knew how the facility got their supplies and if there was a helicopter there had to be a clearing somewhere and if there was a clearing he could fly and be free.

John heard his pursuers coming and ducked down out of sight, placing his pale hand firmly in the dirt on the ground he focused on the surrounding trees, a loud creek could be heard as the trees began to sway. Two men on motorcycles stopped abruptly and looked up at the trees giving John enough time to cause vines to shoot up from the ground and grab a hold of them and drag them with force into the ground. So much he wanted to kill them but a small voice in the back of his mind told him he was better than that, he closed his eyes and sighed slightly as the two men shot up out of the ground unconscious. John rushed over to the two men and checked to make sure they were still alive, once he found out they were he took off the direction they were chasing him...

Meanwhile at the base Doctor Jessica Williams sat in her office keeping tabs on the process of John’s recapture, her long black hair hung loose over her shoulders as she looked over the reports again on his escape, she was not pleased to find that he had been outwitting her men for the past hour, and knowing his stamina he would keep it up until he found what he was looking for which was an escape, but that would never happen while he was under her watch. She heard a beep from her phone on the desk, her dark brown eyes looked over to it as a light steady voice came through the speaker,

“Dr. Williams, Mister Black is on line one for you,” her receptionist stated as a look of dread crossed Jessica’s face, her lips pressed together in frustration that Black had to choose now of all times to call her, She had hoped that Jacob would not have gotten word of this until she had the situation under control, but that wasn’t her type of luck today.

Pushing a lock of her hair behind her pale ear as she picked up the phone, “Jacob,” she acknowledged, even now she could picture him sitting in his New York office one of his tailored black suits, a stern look on his face and his dark eyes that seemed to pierce the soul looking straight ahead.

“Jessica, what is this that I hear about an escapee?” he asked in a flat tone, his voice deep and chilling, yet Jessica could never tell how he was truly feeling his voice always stayed the same, rather if he was upset or pleased about something his voice never seemed to change. As that she also didn’t understand how he got the information he got so fast, there had to be someone in the facility that was his own little spy he placed there, but she had yet to figure out who it was.

“Yes Jacob, Subject Number zero-five-one-six-eight-nine, he escaped approximately sixty-nine minutes ago, but we are-”

“Over an hour Jessica? That’s impressive.”

Jessica’s brow raised a moment, “Impressive sir?” a small chuckle could be heard over the phone which was a first for her in the twenty two years of working for him to hear,

“Yes it is, John is doing exceedingly well, showing intelligence, stamina and much more... Did you honestly think it was a mistake that the shipment came early my dear? you know I don’t tolerate such incompetence,” It dawned on Jessica now, he had set the entire thing to see how advanced John was, a test to see if he was ready for the next stage.

“So I assume you have men already at the clearing,” she said now with a smile, he was quite the man and very intelligent, things she admired greatly.

“As we speak, and after he has been detained I want you to see he is shipped to Evalyn Turner for his next coarse of his training, I believe it is time he learned that trying to leave us was never an option.”