A teenage girl stood in the middle of a running lake, immune to its cold, lashing water. Nothing around her seemed to faze her as she stood staring. "This was where I saw you last mom. I hope you're doing well..." she said in a small voice, one that belonged to a young, scared child, not a staid, cold re-con agent. It had been over six years, she was actually only twelve, about to turn thirteen. The agency had sent her out on her first mission. It was simple, in a spy's eyes, that is. Retrieve the package, regardless of who gets hurt. That bothered her at first, but now, there was something else that made the mission unforgettable. Her mother. Although the 'package' hadn't been all that important, the owner obviously thought it was. They found her mother, and held her hostage. But as the exchange was going on, someone blew the bridge up. Her mom was half-way across, and was taken up with the bridge. That was the last time she had seen her. In this very spot. One could still see the small marks of an unnatural occurrence there, but no one bothered to take time to look. "Agent Dagger. Agent Dagger, come in." her necklace buzzed. But for once in her life, instead of following orders and answering it, she pressed the jewel, manually shutting it off. Her name was Elektra, and she wasn't going to stop until she had what she so desperately wanted. Revenge.
(Don't worry about the size, she's just got an extensive background that I wanted known. My posts won't all be as nice and long. xDDD)