I wake up in a bed and immediately freak out. This is definitely not my nasty bed, it's soft and has an actual blanket on it. I look around the room, it's walls are white with blue carpet. Besides the bed, it's basically empty, save for the boy sleeping in the chair near the door. That's when it all comes back to me, the boy smirking coldly at me. Then I started to freak out, someone came up behind me and injected something into my neck. Then just more darkness, these people really love knocking people out. I need to get out before this asshole wakes up. I eye him, as I grip the headboard to stand up. He's an Asian boy, kind of cute. Also really stupid to sleep, when he's on watch duty.

I stand up, my legs wobbling as I try to steady myself. Whatever these shit heads injected me with, still hasn't worn off. I make my way slowly across the room to the door. Before I can open the door, a girl comes in, and boy is she gorgeous. Long dark hair, light blue eyes, and a curvy body. She looks at me with a seductive smile, and I roll my eyes. Sorry doll, you're not my type. She has a surprised expression at my reaction towards her. Obviously, she's never seen rejection a day in her life. Well, there's a first time for everything. Even if I was into girls, I'm not stupid enough to fall for this little trick. Send in an attractive person to appease me. I've seen many street gangs do this to trick people into joining their gang.

" I think I'm going to go now before this gets any more awkward," I smirk, pushing past her.

" I wouldn't try going out that door." She says with her hand on her hip.

" And why the fuck not?" I ask as I open the door.

When I do, a boy is standing there, with blonde hair, a toned body peaking out from underneath a white t-shirt, tattoos lined up and down his stomach and arm. He basically screams bad boy, he even has a few piercings. He looks down at me, with a cold expression on his face. Equally turning me on and making me want to shit my pants. There's no way, I could take him. Sure, I'm a pretty decent fighter from my time on the streets. This boy though screamed professional fighter. He had scars on his face, and his knuckles were slightly bruised. While my life sucks, I'm not really looking to die today.

" I thought you were leaving?" The girl asks, smirking at my scared expression.

" Oh, go fuck yourself," I say annoyed.

" We can do this the hard way like last time, or you can sit your ass back down." The boy whispers. His voice is intense and husky, causing me to shiver.

The girl notices this and raises an eyebrow my way. Damn it now she suspects that I don't swing her way. I mean I do swing the same way she does if you know what I mean. They might try to use that against me later. Whoever they even were. So far all I saw were teenagers, maybe this was some gang. That can't be it either though, this girl was wearing too much clothing and this boy still hadn't beat my face in. Plus, this place was way to fancy for any gang.

" Fine, I'll sit down for now." I huff angrily, as I sit back down on the bed.

" Wake up, Sneak!" The girl smacks the Asian kid in the face.

" What the fuck, Foxy." The boy weirdly named, Sneak groans.

" You better be glad we had cameras watching him, you fucking dip shit!" Foxy snaps.

Of, course they had cameras. Escaping from this place, wouldn't be easy at all. That's just my usual, shitty typical luck.

" Come on, I didn't get any sleep since our last mission, tell her Gunner." Sneak whines.

" What the fuck is up with your names, man your parents must have had some issues," I say with a raised eyebrow. Like who in their right minds, names their kids Foxy, Sneak, and Gunner.

"Shut up, Axel is not exactly a normal name either." Sneak sneers.

" At least, my name doesn't sound like it's from the Hunger Games." Then I realize something.

" How do you know my name?" I ask.

" How is someone homeless, able to read the Hunger Games?" Sneaks ask, trying to change the subject.

" It's a thing called a library, maybe you heard of it?" I ask sarcastically.

" Well, we know you're name because..." before he can finish his sentence, Gunner smacks him in the back of the head.

" Dumb ass, the boss said not to tell him anything." Gunner growls lowly, which should scare me but honestly makes me feel hot and bothered.

" Boss?" I question.

" Are you calm enough, for us to take you to him?" Foxy asks, arms crossed.

" I don't know, I kind of want to be held down by Gunner here," I smirk.

They just stare at me, like I'm the strangest thing they ever saw.

" Yes, I'm done staring at these fucking boring ass walls." I roll my eyes, annoyed.

" Man, he has an attitude problem just like you know who," Sneak says, eyeing the camera above us nervously. I'm guessing whoever the person he was mentioning, was the one watching us. Whoever it was, they seemed to scare Sneak. Who seemed to not even be afraid of Gunner, who by the way looked like he could kill you by just looking at you. I hope it wasn't their boss, because honestly if there's someone scarier than Gunner. I'm basically screwed and not in a good way.

" Before we take you to the boss, you better clean up." Foxy wrinkles her nose at me.

I look down at my dirt-covered clothes, well barely clothes more like rags. I guess I forget about my stink, having gotten used to the smell after so many years. I'm more cleaned up than most of the other street rats though.

" Sorry, I don't really have the privilege of taking a shower, you know being homeless and all, "I mutter under my breath.

She just rolls her eyes at me and leads me outside of the room. Stopping for a second, I think about maybe trying to run. When I turn around though, Gunner is behind me eyeing me with a raised brow. Oops, never mind a shower sounded much better than being pummeled. I turn back around, following her into the bathroom.

" Well, here you are, have at it." Foxy walks out, leaving me alone.

I immediately strip down, feeling so much better already. Those clothes were starting to feel itchy, I have been wearing them for the last few weeks now. They really need a good washing, but I had to choose between clean clothes or starving. It was obvious which one was more important. I hopped into the shower, jumping back at the hot water. It had been years since I had even touched hot water. I almost moaned at the feel of it against my skin. I looked around, spotting shampoo and soap. I take it and start scrubbing the grime and dirt off of myself. It takes a while, but I finally get it off. I might have missed a few spots, but I'm cleaner than I've been in forever. I grab a towel off the rack and wrap around my waist. I get out, going over to the mirror. Taking in my now clean appearance, with my caramel brown eyes, light brown hair, and small body.

I jump when the door opens up, to reveal Gunner. He raises an eyebrow and eyes me up and down.

" Wow, you're actually pretty cute under all that dirt." He smirks.

I find myself annoyed, I'm sexy, not cute. If you're going to compliment me, get it right. Look at all this hard worked muscle, from not eating that much over the years. I could definitely take you in a fight, with your toned body and arms the size of my small head. He hands me my clothes and walks out leaving me to change. I change into the black t-shirt and blue jeans both which hang off my body. I have to hold up my pants, as I walk out of the bathroom.

" Aww, aren't you adorable." Foxy pinches my cheek, making me scowl.

I should have refused the shower, at least when dirty, I could look somewhat intimidating. These shit heads just didn't know they were messing with a Chihuahua. I may seem small and harmless, but if you piss me off, I bite hard.

" Come on, let's hurry up and get him to the meeting room," Sneak mutters impatiently.

Thank you Sneak, for not making a big deal about how I look. Unlike these other ass holes. We make our way down the hall, I'm not able to go anywhere. I'm boxed in with Foxy on one side, Sneak on the other and Gunner behind me. Finally, we make it to a door at the end of the hall. Foxy types in a code so fast, that I'm not able to see it. When we enter, I'm surprised to see the dark haired boy with cold blue eyes from the other day.

" Please tell me this kid, isn't your boss." I laugh.

" Shut up at least, I don't look twelve." He smirks.

" You're just jealous of my baby face." I pout.

" Yeah, I totally want to look younger than my age." The boy rolls his eyes.

" You'll regret saying that when we're fifty, and I still look thirty," I say.

" Whatever you say, little boy." The boy's cold eyes twinkle with amusement.

" Shut up Ace, and no he's not our boss." Foxy huffs.

" He wishes he was." Gunner mutters under his breath.

" What was the Gunner, I couldn't hear you over your lack of a brain." Ace chuckles darkly.

" Why you little shit, you better shut the fuck up!" Gunner snaps.

" What are you going to do, Muscle boy," Ace says calmly, just trying to provoke Gunner.

" I'm about to come over there and shove my foot up your ass!' Gunner yells.

" I'm so scared, can't you see I'm shaking." Ace mocks.

Gunner jumps up and grabs Ace by the throat, but Ace just laughs. Man, I really hit the jackpot with all these psychopaths. I was wondering how I was going to die this year.

" Stop it you two before the boss...."

Before she can finish her sentence, the door opens. The door opens to reveal a very tall man, wearing a dark coat. He gives Gunner and Ace a very stern look. Immediately Gunner drops Ace, falling into place beside Foxy. Ace is surprisingly silent, as the man enters the room.

" Hello, Axel." He smiles warmly at me, surprising me.

I just stand there and stare at this man in complete shock. I've seen him before, it's been a little while. But I know this man.