This is one of my prewritten stories and it's actually my favorite story that I've written so I hope you guys give it a chance. Granted, I don't like spy stories so when I started to write this it was a sink or swim kind of story but I've been told that it's been swimming along quiet nicely so I hope you guys enjoy it too! :)

.Prologue.

Screams echoed in my ears as I ran down the halls, my stiletto heels clicking against the marble floors as my hands held up the sides of my ball gown. My brown hair was flying from its bun as my tiara threatened to fall off my head. My hazel eyes were wide with fear and my breathing was heavy as I ran.

I ran up to a gigantic red door and dropped the sides of my dress as I pushed open the doors. I ran inside the room and slammed the door shut before locking it and placing a chair in front of the door handle. I slowly backed away from the door and looked around. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I was Laretta Irene Dovens, an accomplished international spy! This was just a mission, a mission that I had just completed when this riot occurred.

"One of them went down this hall!" A man screamed from down the hall and I gasped as I looked around; salt water started to make it's way down my face as I begged god to help me escape.

"I need to get out of here..." I whispered to myself just as the footsteps got closer to the door. I looked around for a weapon of some sort but I knew my attempt would be fruitless because even if I DID find a weapon, they had me out numbered and that is one of the reasons why I ran in the first place instead of fighting back.

"Open up!" They screamed from outside the door and I took the bun out allowing the hair to fall freely. I looked around for a window or something but all the windows were to far up - if I wasn't wearing this dress then I could probably make it up there in time.

"OPEN UP, NOW!" They yelled and my head swiftly turned back to the door as I watched the door knob turn and the door and chair shake. I backed away knowing that I was at a dead end. At eighteen years old, my life was going to end in turmoil. The game was over and I had lost.

The door burst open and the workers of the enemy flooded into the room, all holding guns up to me.

"The gig is up, Isabella." Someone mocked from the back of the bunch, using the name I had been going by while on this mission. Suddenly the person broke from the back and was up at the front and I stared into the cold blue eyes of Issac Heart - my target. He stared at me for a long while before laughing and shaking his head.

"Take her away, boys." And with that men went to grab me by my arms but I struggled from their grasp earning me the consequence of having another person shove the butt of their gun into my stomach causing me to double over and gasp for air.

"She's so weak." Issac laughed and if I could catch my breath, I would glare at him. "Give her a change of clothes and then you know what to do with her."

The men dragged me from the room down the hall before covering my eyes with something so I wouldn't see where we were going. After about five minutes of travel, I was picked up and thrown into a small room with a pair of my clothes.

"Change." Is all that one of the men said before slamming the door shut and leaving me in there. At first I looked around for something to fight with but I immediately noticed that they had thrown me into an empty coat closet...even the bar to hang coats on had been taken out!

"You have exactly one minute!" The person shouted and my eyes widened as I hastily removed the dress and threw on the jeans, fitted black t-shirt, and black flats. Right as I had thrown the shoes on the door was flung open and I was dragged out from the closet; now that I was properly dressed I was ready to fight but they must have anticipated this because the butt of the gun was once again thrown into my stomach causing me to double over again as they blocked my vision and dragged me around again.

After about 10 more minutes of walking, I was thrust into a chair where I had my hands tied behind it and my legs tied to the chair legs. They removed whatever was keeping my eyes from seeing and I shivered at the sight of this place.

It kind of looked like a jail cell one would see in movies...only 10 time worse. It was dark and musty with the constant sound of dripping water. There were no windows and thankfully, no rats. It was cold and smelt of cigarette smoke and alcohol making me want to hold my breath but also be thankful that it didn't smell of death or rotten eggs or something. I looked up as they locked the cell doors and laughed.

"Don't know how long you'll last down here. It's a shame you were a spy - such a pretty face." The men spoke among themselves before walking away and closing a door which enveloped the place in total darkness.

After a few minutes I willed myself to cry a bit but quickly stopped. I don't cry. Plus, this whole situation was my own fault. No, my mistake was not taking the mission, my mistake was breaking the first rule of being a spy. Now, you're probably wondering how the hell someone who has never failed a mission broke the first rule...well, it's not something I can put into words and the only way you'll be able to even remotely understand what happened is for me to explain the whole story - from start to finish.

Now, let me warn you - my story is not for the faint of heart. There are cheesy moments, deaths, unsuspected confessions, and countless deceptions. Now, if you think you are able to handle my story then I suspect that I should probably tell you first rule of being a spy so that you know what to look for in my story. The first rule of being a spy that I willingly broke.

Trust no one.