Burn Inside My Head

Inspired by "La Femme Nikita".




It's been a month since Eloise has been trained as the assassin the secret counter-terrorism organization called "CoOperative."
It started six weeks ago when she accidentally was involved into one of the CoOperatives operation. The man found out about her painful past and killing and offered her a new life. And Eloise decided to leave the endless dance of a death. If somebody offers anyone a new life, new identity, you just got to take it.

Since there was a still a little bit of a french account in her voice, Anna-Marie Laveau was born. It was just the name of her alter ego. During the missions Eloise was getting a different names. Two missions have been succesfully finished. But it was only a matter of time when the new operation is going to come out.

On one sleepless night El was found by the leader of the group where she belongs in the place that was something like a gym. She was wearing a black suit while climbing over the wall. The blondie didn't know that there is somebody else in the room with her. Thinking about the tactic to arrive where she wanted to get involved a huge strength. And with a loud breathing out, she jumped to the destination where she wanted to get.

But her jump wasn't as good as she needed and she was falling down to the floor. Thanks god to the ropes that were holding her body.

"That wasn't bad at all," the calm male voice broke the silence as Eloise got on her feet. Her crystal clear irises looked over.
"Could've been doing that better." Eloise replied and began to unhook all the straps from the rig.
"You're being too hard on yourself." Sam was looking at her. His body standing in such a self-confident position, like a lion. Even his voice was more like a whispering, it didn't change the fact that he was one of best assassins in the organization.
"Possibly. But-," she finished unhooking the straps and looked at the leader with her big, blue eyes, "-it helps me not to cry in the corner."
"Why would you be crying in the corner?"
"I was ripped from the reality and put here between the empty walls. Maybe a new identity was given to me but it doesn't change the fact  that I'm not  free."
"You're alive."
"I know but it's not the same. Sometimes I miss my old life."
"We all do."