This is my first Fanfiction...it's kind of based off the movie Hanna. Well the first part is. It's okay if you haven't seen the movie. It has the MR characters and different plot turns. It will have fax soon enough and the flock, Ari and some others in it very soon. On with the story. It will mostly be Max's POV.

She closed one eye and brought up her bow. Daring not to breath-she let go. The arrow cut through the air like butter, implanting itself into her unsuspecting target. The victim's yelp was the loudest thing in the forest, yet to be heard by no one but the killer. There was heavy crunching sounds and the prey was off, running for his life.

Max ran after it, her snow boots weighing her down only slightly. She was used to the hunt and chase. She was like the arrow, racing toward the prey with no struggle.

The deer got slower and slower and soon had to crawl to get away. Max paced herself, slowing down to a menacing walk.

What a fighter, she thought, thinking about how long the deer has been running.

Soon, it collapsed in a tired and beaten heap in the snow. Blood poured out of it's side and painted the snow a dark crimson. It made eye contact with it's killer. Pools of dark brown started to fade- Max towered over it, titling her head to one side as if she was daring the deer to try to look away from it's superior.

"You put up a good fight," she said to the deer, reaching into her heavy fur coat, "but not good enough."

The bang sent birds squawking , taking flight to the sky. Max kneeled down and yanked out her bow. Now was the gross part of removing it's insides.

"I found dinner," Max announced, arriving to the cabin. With her was the dead deer, on her makeshift sled she pulled. "It's a big good looking one too. A stud like this probably had a wife and children... We'll find them later." Max smiled at her sick and twisted humor. She dropped the rope and stepped inside. The heat welcomed her in, wrapping her in blankets of warmth. Her handmade skin hinds made excellent coats-but it wasn't invincible to the icy weather.

"How was the kill?"

"Arrow to the stomach, bullet to the heart," Max said settling herself into her wooden chair.

"We need to work on your aim then," Jeb said stirring the pot of stew he was making. He picked up a few pieces of wood and put it into the fire below the pot.

"Dad- I'm ready."

The statement took him by surprise. He heard it many times before-it's just that this time, he couldn't deny it. She could run like the wind for miles without getting tired, pull a papa deer on a sled and she could pack a punch that could knock a fully grown man out. She was ready for the mission she trained her life for.

Jeb didn't say anything for awhile, he sat on the wooden chair, looking into the fire. He looked around the whole cabin-at the ladder that led to Max's loft bed, to the wooden couch he slept that hung above a fire pit. His eyes landed on the bear skin rug they made.

8 years ago

"Dad look-she's feeding her cubs," Max whispered, her eyes fixed on the mother and her cubs. She couldn't look away, it was fascinating to her. "What will the cubs do once we kill their mom?"

"They will look after themselves," Jeb told her, giving Max her bow and arrow. "They are going to sleep. Just take aim on her heart and shoot."

"Do they have a dad to take care of them after? When Mom was killed, you took care of me," Max said watching the cubs, not raising her bow. "Will they?"

"No Maximum, animals are a bit different than humans."

"Okay." In a blink of an eye, the bear cried out and died. The cubs ran away, leaving their mother.

"Nice shot Max."

"You're not even close to being ready," Jeb said still not looking her father in the eye. He still wasn't ready to let his cub leave him.

Max huffed and climbed the ladder to her loft. Her animal skin blankets were very comfortable for her and gave her a sense of protection. She looked at the stack of books piled next to her. All of them educational and over 16 years old. A dictionary, a couple encyclopedias, medical books, survival books and other information books. She had textbooks of most subjects like Math and Science and Socials.

Although none of them would prepare her about what the world was like now.

She didn't know much about her past. All she knows is that there are people who want to harm her, lock her up, or kill her. She knows Jeb is her dad and that her mom was killed in front of her 1 year old eyes. By the woman she has been preparing her whole life to kill. Marian.

Her eyes landed on the novel she has read over and over again. A couple of years ago, Jeb went into town to get more supplies. He was gone for a week. He came back with a book with lot's of action and a badass main character. She loved it, it was a nice change to read a fiction book. One where there was a happy ending. It inspired her. And it gave her the kickbutt attitude she has today. Maybe when she goes on her mission, she will have time to buy another book in between the killing and stuff.

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Max got to work digging out the insides of the squirrel. The hair on the back of her neck tingled. She waited for the thing behind her to get closer before whipping around, grabbing the gun that was aimed for her head, pointing it away from her and giving her attacker an elbow to the stomach. He gasped but quickly recovered, kicking her in the side. Max stumbled from the blow but went to punch him in the face. He dodged and went for her neck. Max twisted out of the way grabbing the gun and released the bullet cartridge. The man took the empty gun and threw it at her head. Max did a handspring out of the way and flipped so she was behind him. She held her attacker in a choke hold and forced him to the ground by kicking out his knees.

"And you said I wasn't ready." Max released him angrily stomped away. Jeb wheezed for breath and looked at his daughter with proud eyes. He knew she was ready. He knew he was ready.

"I'll flip the switch tonight." Max turned slowly-on the inside she felt like doing flips. But instead she just nodded and walked back to the cabin.