Prologue

I sat straight as a board in the uncomfortable metal chair. I was alone in the dark gray room with only a black metal table and another chair like the one I was currently sitting in across the table from me, vacant as it had been since they brought me in here. Then of course there was the wall behind that chair, the wall with the large reflective glass window in it. All I could see were my own dark green eyes staring back from the mirror-like surface, but I knew they were watching me. Waiting for me to slump in my chair, relax, or speak. I wouldn't, I had already been in this bare interrogation room for at least four hours without anyone coming through the silver door to my left.

As if on queue I heard the soft click of the lock and a well dressed man walked in silently and closed the door. He was about six foot three, brown hair, brown eyes, the kind of person you could see everyday and never notice. That's probably why he was hired for whatever agency he was from. He looked American so he was most likely FBI or CIA. He sat in the chair across from me with a stack of files in front of him, he leaned forward in his chair a bit and rested his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together in front of his nose. He spoke firmly and assertive, "You are Miss Shannon Deiji, correct?" He asked, studying my face for any hint of a lie or weak point.

"Yes," I replied my voice even and my eyes telling nothing.

"You are a junior at Honolulu High School in Hawaii, yes?" he asked glancing at what I guessed to be my file on the top of the stack.

"Yes," I said in the same tone.

He nodded seeming to be impressed, "Hawaii…as beautiful as they say?"

"Of course, good surfing too." He was trying to befriend me, get me to relax and open up; he obviously didn't know who he was dealing with. "Sir if you don't mind, may I ask why I'm here?" I was going to find out how much this newbie interrogator knew.

"Very well, I'll cut to the chase then. Miss Deiji at about midnight last night, did you attempt to…take over the world?" he asked as if he couldn't trust himself to say those words as a serious question.

My dark green eyes flickered slightly as the most invisible of smirks graced my lips and I replied, "Yes sir, I did."

Chapter 1

Shannon Deiji

After an hour of trivial, annoying questions he opened all the files and laid them out before me, except my own. Each file had a police booking photo and papers within the folder. Some files were larger than others; there was one where my face stared back at me only it wasn't my face exactly. There were small differences, a penguin t-shirt, slightly lighter eyes, a blue hair clip, trace amounts of chap-stick shining on the lips, there was no mistaking it, the file was my twin sister Emily's. The man, whose name turned out to be Special Agent Kyle Tiller, tapped the photo of my sister. "This is your twin sister Emily correct?" he asked. I simply nodded looking over my sister's features and relaxed internally at the lack of fear and almost amusement in her eyes. She's strong, we both are.

"So, I have to ask, why you were trying to…" he seemed to pause and chuckle a bit. As if this was some kind of joke. "Take over the world in the first place? For money? A dare? Perhaps you're covering for someone? A family member or life-long friend maybe?" he asked leaning on the table curiously. I simply laughed softly covering my mouth with my hand elegantly. Then I leaned forward gently on the table with a small amused smile.

"Money is of no importance to me, a dare is much too childish, I have no "life-long friends" other than my sister, and as for family, everyone is dead besides my father and sister and my father is in prison for a crime he didn't commit" I answered smoothly without batting an eye. He seemed a bit taken aback by that.

"Why is your father in prison?" he asked.

"For the alleged murder of my mother, that's what everyone believes anyway." I frowned a bit at this.

"And you believe he's innocent? Why?" Mr. Tiller inquired.

"Because I saw it. Of course a four year old testifying won't hold any ground in court so it didn't count. But I saw it, I didn't see the killer's face but my father came home after the murder. I know it and will swear to my grave on it." I said. I could still see it, all that crimson blood staining the wood floor a dark burgundy. The long blade shined in the moonlight. Emily and my father were out at the go-kart track when it happened; I wasn't feeling well so I stayed home with my mother. I saw everything from my hiding place in a small closet under the stairs. I heard a man yelling at my mother and hid, the voice was scary and deep, in a language I didn't know. Nothing like my father's voice, once I heard the back screen door slam I slowly crawled out of the closet and saw my mother. Then time seemed to move into fast forward, my father came home and without thinking pulled the knife out and grieved over my mother's death, covering himself in her blood and looking very guilty by the time I called the police. Emily clung to me and cried many times over the next days, I never cried once. Not at my mother's funeral, not even when they sentenced my father to life in prison, nor when my sister and I were put into a foster family. I never cried, not once, I just thought. Silently searching, relentlessly chasing after the bastard who ruined my life and tore my family apart. I will find him, and I will make him pay. That alone is why I want to rule the world.

"Miss Deiji…Miss Deiji!" agent Tiller yelled and woke me from my memories.

"Yes?" I asked coming back to reality.

"How about we move on to your teammates? Starting with your sister…"