A tall, slender woman with long brunette locks tied up in a curling bun spoke in a quiet voice. A typical hairstyle of the 1940s. Her hair was secured together with a blue and white bandana, clipping around her head, accentuating her curls. "Are you sure that I'm ready for this Abraham? I mean, I just recently stopped flipping." Marilyn said. Flipping was a term Marilyn used to explain the change from herself to the other. 

The average woman of Marilyn's time was prim and proper. Marilyn strived to reach these goals but the other strived to be anything Marilyn was not.  The other was like another Marilyn, but the complete opposite. Racy, improper and unladylike, the other was everything Marilyn despised. 

"I'm sure dear, I know for a fact that this has been the longest you've been without the other," Abraham spoke. Abraham was an older man, gray hairs poking out from under his hat that sat on top of his thinning head. His face held a kindness that you find from your grandpa. 

It had been two months since Marilyn had lost control thanks to the other, the longest time that Marilyn had been without fear of losing herself. She has always had this other 'person' inside of her as long as she could remember. As a child, Marilyn would get disciplined for actions she thought she didn't do. She only remembered a slight memory of seeing it happen, but not actually doing it. When the other has hold of her body, Marilyn can see what is happening, but it is as if she is seeing it from a grainy film. A film that she has no control over; that she can't protest or speak out against. 

Marilyn was unaware of what was happening to her until the age of 17, the year she met Abraham Erskine. Now, at the age of 20, was she able to understand parts of what was happening to her. Although Abraham had helped her for three years to try and control the beast inside of her, it was still a risky business. She could still flip if the other truly tried it's hardest, but with the help of Abraham and his miracle medicine, her flips have significantly decreased. 

Marilyn took a deep inhale in order to calm her jittery nerves. Abraham previously had mentioned that overexertion of her emotions or nerves could potentially cause her to flip. Marilyn took whatever Abraham said to heart because she trusted in him wholeheartedly. \

"Did the general mention why they wanted me to help them out?" Marilyn said meekly. 

Abraham placed his hands into his coat pockets as he spoke, "Oh, it wasn't only the general who wanted you, but an agent too."

Marilyn's perfectly groomed eyebrows furrowed closer in confusion. Her cherry red lips parted as she inquired, "Which agent?"

"A female agent from Britain named Peggy Carter." Abraham sighed out as he took his hands from his pockets. He turned around to the table behind him as he fished through the papers stacked on his desk. Marilyn watched as he picked up a rather thick file that read Margaret 'Peggy' Carter on the front. 

"She's quite the woman, always speaks up for herself and never takes no for an answer," Abraham spoke out as he handed the file over to Marilyn. She looked down at the file and flipped to a random page, read it, and then closed the file. 

"Well, you still have yet to answer my question Abraham, what do they want with me?" Marilyn questioned. She tucked the file away under her arm as she waited for an answer.

"Well, the military is well aware of you're own family background, with your father and all. Peggy is also in need of another female to aid her in the forces. In such a male infested work, a little feminity is good don't you think?" Abraham smiled as he saw Marilyn shake her head with a grin on her face. "I will also need your help to find the next candidate for the super-soldier project."

Marilyn's smile wiped off of her face as she spoke out in protest, "I thought you weren't looking for another one after what had happened?"

Abraham sighed out as he stroked his beard, "I thought about it, but the risk of not creating the perfect soldier is much too great. I also wouldn't trust anyone else to find me the perfect man for the job." 

Marilyn inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled sharply by mouth in order to calm her emotions. "Well then," Marilyn spoke out, "when do I start?"

~A/N~

Ahhhhhhhhh, I finally wrote the first chapter of the book. A short chapter, but a chapter nonetheless! I'm planning on writing more of this book soon and I hope you all love this book as I do!