A/N: The preface of my new story!

Disclaimer: Twilight isnt mine, only my imagination is

Scars

Preface

BPOV

I rolled my eyes. So far today, I had managed to slip down the stairs, run into the wing mirror of my truck, and bash my head, again, on the wheel of, yet again, my truck. I pulled up at what seemed to be unused spot outside the office. I made a mental note to park it some where less conspicuous once I had everything I needed. I slowly made my way out, hissing as the pain hit my back. Oh, that reminds me. I should introduce myself. My name is Bella Swan, and I'm a freak. No, seriously. I'm also a killer. But not many people know that. Let's keep that between us ok?

I was born a normal, little girl, but I was… taken, when I was four. I was induced into an assassins company, and trained to be as good a killer as I could be. Turns out, I was one of the best. I was placed in Sector J, which dealt with the hardest missions. Most killed themselves within a year. That was until I got there. They looked at me like a mom, and I finally got a little release from my guilt. But nothing lasts. It's something you learn when you've killed hundreds of people. I faked my own death in the end, which wasn't hard, because when we are in the first stages of being introduced into the company, we were all injected with this… stuff. It gave us power to control things, but because everyone is different, everyone has different control.#

The liquid reacted with my body so powerfully, I became the most powerful. I was always sent on the most dangerous missions. I always came back, but sometimes it would take time. I have huge scars on my back, which one time gave me. Forever on my back, I will have the word 'Whore' inscribed there. I have other scars too, but I had a huge tattoo of wings put over them, which hides them.

With my 'death' known to the company, my friends were mourning, but I relished my escape. I contacted my mother, who I had not seen or heard for 12 years. I spent my time with her, getting used to school and home life again. But it was time to go to my dad, Charlie. Mom wanted to travel with Phil, my step dad, so I told her that I was going to stay with Charlie while she could travel with Phil. At first she protested, but I slowly persuaded her, and here I am. Rainy Forks. Not my favourite weather, but at least it wasn't snow. I'm a chronic klutz, so when it snows, I always get hurt. I sighed, and entered the office, wondering what the day would bring.