Unbind the Regency

Unbind the Regency

regency – the office, jurisdiction, or regent exercising the ruling power during the minority absence, or a disability of a sovereign

               

Chapter One

Vacillating

Name: Unknown

Codename: Dissident

Sex: Female

Age: 16/17

Known Affiliations: The Schismatics , “Murder Scene”, Multiple Unconfirmed Possibilities

Skill Set: Expert Gunman (With Sights And/Or Contacts), Seduction, Document Forgery, And Leadership Qualities

Weaknesses: Limited Flexibility, Her Team, And Worse Than Average Eyesight

Place Of Birth: France (Otherwise Unknown)

Current Residence: United States (Otherwise Unknown)

Background: Moved To United States At Young Age (Early Childhood Otherwise Unknown); Petty Criminal During Early Teens; Known In “Murder Scene” For Four Years; Leader Of A Schismatics Division For Two Years.

In order for there to be order, there also has to be chaos. Our regulation is the government and its many organizations. They rule our lives; they make it easy to do the right thing because there is only the right option. Because… what if someone made a wrong one and it ruined any chance of a future? We are the pandemonium of an otherwise perfect nation. Internationally wanted criminals for high treason, harassment, assassination of multiple government officials, forgery of personal documents, and armed robbery. We are more commonly known as the Schismatics. Internationally famous group of lawless renegades that seem to be impossible to catch. We may not be strictly proud of either, but that’s just who we are… because we made a choice for ourselves. It was worth it. “Hey Dissident, Sucker Punch’s being an asshole!” Emil’s usually like that except to Arval, but it’s hard for Alex to except that I think. He just wants to be everyone’s friend while Emil wants to be no one’s. I can’t change either of them, so I’m stuck with opposing forces constantly colliding and sparking. It’s annoying to say the least.

                “Tell him to knock it off!”

                “Already have.” Alex storms into my room and huffs moodily. I start to open my mouth and end up having to close it when he starts to continue. “It’s like that guy doesn’t have an off button. Jesus Christ!” I let him complain to me for a bit, but if he has a problem, he should just go to Arval. Not only does he seem to understand Emil’s motives, he’s an expert listener and is the closest thing to a shrink we have.

                “Get Arval to shut him up.” I suggest like I was going to before he started to rant. (I don’t think Alex has an off button either.) “Common sense.”

                “Yeah – uh sorry for talking so much Danette.” I know he’s sincere because he doesn’t use my street name. He sincerely wants my forgiveness when he does that.