Her heart beat fast, and she woke up in a totally strange place. A room she's not familiar with, a white wall, an old sink on the corner, and a window without bars. Her breathing was erratic from the nightmare; it was the same nightmare she's been having: the war, the dead people, the plots, everything always haunting her back, chasing her even in her dreams.
The American government saved her six months ago from the hell hole. She has been living there for more than half her life; she was seven when her parents threw her away to the mercenary squad in Africa. She was a disappointment to her parents and family because she was born intersex; she's one of the millions who's born with true hermaphroditism, a condition in human intersex when someone was born with ovarian and testicular tissues. Her vaginal system is so much smaller than her penile system; the older she gets, the bigger the penile system. However, she has every trait of a female child. The doctor suggested the family give her surgery and make her a completely female reproduction, but the family refused because it took them too much money and there was no way they could afford it. By the time she was seven, a beautiful little girl with a pair of green eyes and a boy's penis disgusted the family even more.
Her parents tried to dress her as a boy, but her feminine features were too much for a boy; she had bigger eyes and feminine features all over her face and body. Then, they tried to dress her as a girl, but the skirt is inconvenient because she has a penis under the skirt and she doesn't have a scrotum, which gives a fright to the family. The doctor said she would never be able to conceive a child or make a female pregnant; everything about her is simply incomplete. Which gives the idea for her family to throw her away and sell her to a mercenary group because, who wants a freak as a prostitute? There's nothing better than having a little money and letting her die at an early age. They don't want to be jailed because of child abandonment, and they can't wait until she turns eighteen.
Fortunately, she's a survivor—a perfect one at that. She survived the harsh environment of the mercenary squad, earned the top place among the top five mercenaries, won every war, got every task completed, and killed every subject without many questions; she's a perfect killing machine. She possesses both the femininity and masculinity of a person; God created her body differently, and she made the most of it to ensure her survival. She has a slender body with a good proportion of muscle and enough power to kill five adult men twice her size, empty-handed.
By the time she was in her prime, the American Army had found her. She wasn't supposed to help them, but she did; she helped them run away and survive a war with the mercenaries. She helped them by easily killing the other mercenaries with only a small knife in her hand. She talked to them in English, which surprised the army because they never thought in the middle of nowhere there would be someone so fluent in English.
"I was born in Texas." She said, asking them to be quiet and escorting them to their place for their transport to pick them up.
She was born in Texas, and the English language is the only thing she can remember; she doesn't remember what her parents or family looked like. A parent who sold her and threw her away doesn't deserve to be remembered. The Army asked her name, and she opened her mask and told them that her name was Valentina, but now people call her Eyodwa, which means one in the Zulu language. She gets a mixture of feelings from the Army men at the time: a beauty with a pair of deep green eyes and her terrible past. After that, when she had already sent them to safety, the captain held her hand and asked her to come with him back to their motherland.
"I don't know how to live my life anymore; I've been in a war since I was seven years old." She stared into the captain's eyes and said, "And I'm twenty-seven this year." She counted her birthday every year, under the night sky, in every war she was paid for.
"This is the only life I know. Sir." She said there was no smile on her face, but her eyes surely tell a lot of stories. The captain knows the young woman in front of her wants a normal life.
So he gives her a choice: he's going to get a record of a missing child from twenty years ago or a family who's suddenly losing a child, and if there's her record, she'll come with him back to the United States of America. He'll give her life back, and the army will help her to be on her own time by time. Or she can create a new identity and come with him back to America, joining the army for a few years for payback. She agreed.
They received information on a missing child from the Texas Smith family, which her neighbor had reported, in three hours. Valentina Smith was suddenly missing for a month, and her family doesn't even look for her. There are some pictures of young Valentina, a girl with brown hair and a pair of green eyes. The little girl has the same features on her face as the woman who saved them and brought them back to their base to wait for their transport. "She's coming back with us."
Thus, they brought her back to America. She's living at the army base for an evaluation and mental health check. She has less emotion for a woman her age; her beautiful face is stoic and cold; and she has the power of adult men and a very smart one on top of that. She's agile, quick, fast, and efficient. The army wanted her to be one of them, but the captain and his team rejected the idea. They want her to live as a normal person; she has spent enough years in wars and fights.
The doctor, Dr. Rebecca Haywood, found out about her rare condition. She was amused, but she promised to keep it to herself. Her penile system is now more mature, and it grows into a full-size adult penis without the scrotum. She still has her vagina, but it was too small compared to her penis; her ovarium isn't complete, and neither are her testicles. "You're one in a million, Valentina; can you get hard?"
"Yes, every morning, sometimes when I have weird dreams." She said it, admittedly.
"With another woman," her face flushed red suddenly. It has been months since the doctor worked with Valentina, and it was only now that the young woman gave her a different reaction.
"Tell me more."
"I don't know how. But she touches me down there. And it felt good." She said, Back to her normal bitchy face.
"No male? Have I been touching you?"
"No, not even in my dreams. Never." She also told her that she can't conceive a child or make a woman pregnant; she has sperm, but it was all blank.
"Too weak, your chance to get a woman pregnant is less than 0.5%, which is almost impossible." She nodded in understanding while listening to her doctor.
Valentina was given her identity back, she was told that her parents and siblings are still alive. The Captain, Roger Brown, asked if she wanted to meet her. However, she just wants to see how they're and nothing more, she just needs to remember the people who throw her away.
After six months, they trained her to go back to living normally with other people; they taught her how to use computers and smartphones; they even taught her about idols and every hype topic; they also taught her about social media and everything. She was taught how to behave in public, how to interact, and not to use violence every time. She's having a hard time understanding not to use violence. "I can't hit them back?"
"Valentina, those people are civilians. If you use your power against them, they'll be hurt. Badly." Roger explained.
"So, if they're not civilians, I can hit them back? Shoot?"
"No, only if they bring danger to you or your surroundings are you allowed to use all of your power to defend or hit back. Do you understand?" He takes a deep breath and says, "No shooting, no stabbing unless they're dangerous."
"I think yes." She answered, still a little bit lost.
Roger also gives her a job as a security guard for a big company because she can't do anything else but fight, and she's amazing at that. He gave her a choice: a guard, a sports teacher, or a chef, and she chose to be a guard because it was easier. She was hired on the spot when the head of security tested her against three of his best men, and she fucked up almost every guard in the training hall.
"I'll send her to headquarters; the boss's daughter needs a bodyguard. She's more than enough; where did you find her, Rog?" The head of security laughed out loud, "She's pretty and deadly. Man, what a wonderful woman."
"I found her in the middle of nowhere." Roger laughed together with his friend, the head of security for Romano Corporation, Hendrix Peterson, who was once on Roger's team in the army six years ago. He lost his team in Iraq and decided to quit the army, then accepted the job as head of security for the Romano family. A magnate from Italy, the biggest real estate businessman in the USA and Italy, was told that Romano could control the government.
Roger also gives her $500; the Romano will give her a place to stay as long as she works with them. "For food, not much, but supposedly enough until you get your paycheck." He gives her the money along with her ID card, insurance, tax ID, and bank account with the card.
"Thank you, Roger." She said it with a smile on her face.
"Oh, and this is your family's address. In case you want to see them." Roger gives her a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.
"Visit us sometimes, okay, kiddo?" He brushes her hair and makes a mess of her beautiful brown hair. After six months of doctor Rebecca's serious treatment for her hair, skin, and body, she's born into a different person.
Her dark skin is so much lighter today, back to her original skin. She was never white but had light skin. She is a stunning woman who Dr. Rebecca and her team have trained to be a perfect woman. Roger taught her everything she needed to know about civilian activities, especially playing games.
She used black combat boots, a black shirt that fit to show all her womanly curves, and black fitted jeans, showing her perfect figure and long legs. She gets out of the military camp while holding her duffel bag, and after six months, people give her a lot of things, especially shirts and dresses. Many of the men also fell for her, attracted to her icy stares and cold demeanor. However, she never returns any of their advances, not even a smile. She arrived at the Romano Chicago branch, where they have the center of training building for the Romano's guards.
The receptionist greets her, a young man with red hair and freckles, he was handsome, tall, and has a smile that can make people feel good about themselves. He asks politely while checking her out, and she answers quickly that she wants to see Hendrix and report for duty.
"Hendrix? Duty? Are you the new recruit?" He asks, a bit flabbergasted. He was notified that there would be a new recruit for a bodyguard at New York Headquarters, a woman. He wasn't expecting a beauty with a slender figure and nice hair; he was expecting a woman with a bulky appearance with super muscle and short hair. Not a beauty.
"Yes, may I?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, my name is Valentina Smith, and I'm here to report for duty." She said it again in an annoyed tone. He asks security to send her to Hendrix's office, gaining the same shocked face from security.
She was the center of attention for the day, especially after the security brought her to Hendrix's office, the head of security, which people were always scared of because of his big, bulky body and scary appearance. He greets the young woman with a big smile. "Valentina, great to see you finally come! Your flight will be tonight to New York, and we'll go directly to the company housing after that. In the meantime, let's find your uniform size, shoes, and reporting to human resources."
"Thank you, sir."
"You're too tense. Relax."
"Your people seem to can't believe my skills," she stopped mid-sentence, looking at the person who took her to Hendrix's office and some more. "Do you mind if I fight with them?" She asked politely, Hendrix laughed out loud. Not many of his teammates were present when Roger brought her around, and when she fucked up most of his main team, humiliating them.
He stands up, his body towering over her 175-centimeter body, but she doesn't waver or be afraid of him. He finds her amusing; Roger didn't tell him where he found this young woman, but Hendrix knows best; she has the eye of a veteran combatant, she's skilled in a real fight, she didn't hesitate to kill, and she's fast and efficient. But her style wasn't taught in any of the military services; it was raw, brutal, and meant to kill. "Let's give 'em a show then." He smiled, ear to ear.
== to be continued ==