Teaser: Welcome to the Brotherhood, Sister

I walked out of the room feeling like my entire body is on fire.

One of my opponents had a knife, and sliced my arm. I don't know how the hell he made it through the pat down or if he was hired to use a weapon.

I'm not going to even mention it to Boss.

I walk up the broken stairs to his office.

I'd ripped a piece of my shirt off to make a makeshift bandage for my thigh, but the bleeding hasn't stopped. It doesn't hurt that much anyway, but walking on it is seriously stretching my patience.

Soon, I find myself standing in front of a big wooden door. The anxiety is kicking in.

He needs you.

I take a deep breath, and put my hand on the door handle. I push the door open and walk inside to see a deep red velvet rug on the floor. There's a big mahogany desk closer to the back wall, and a tall char facing away from me. Two guards stand in either side of the chair, waiting for me to do something wrong so they can beat the living hell out of me.

"Excuse me, Sir," I say. I hardly recognize my own voice, sounding so weak.

Damn it, Danielle.

The chair turns around and a muscular man with dark skin and long hair looks back at me. There's a few scars on his bisceps.

"You must be the Destroyer," he says. His voice is so deep I can hardly understand what he's saying.

"Yes, sir," I say. I look down at my bloodstained hands.

He chuckles, "Nice to meet you. I see you survived the orientation," he says.

I nod. "Yes." I say. There's not much I know to say other than 'yes' and 'sir'.

"Good. I'm Kheinan. You have come far to join us, for what?" He asks, sipping the wine in his glass.

"I need to learn how to defeat Caligula." I say. I can feel my confidence leaving my body.

"Caligula, huh?" He mused. "He's a nasty piece of work, isn't he?" Kheinan asks.

"Absolutely," I mumbled.

"Well, you have heart, kid. I like that. But, we can't help you," he said and propped his feet up on his desk.

"I just fought and killed twenty of your men, I think you owe me an explanation if nothing else." I said angrily.

"Caligula's forces are stronger than mine. I wouldn't be a good general if I lead my men and women into battle— excuse me, a massacre," he said simply.

"Massacre," I mirrored.

"Yes, a massacre." Khienan said, standing up.

"Then train me. Train me to fight him," I said, gripping the chair.

"Train you?" He chuckles. "Sure, but I don't think you can beat him," he said.

"That's for me to decide." I say.