A/N: So I wrote this a long time ago after getting inspiration from a different MxR Fanfiction, I never posted it because I wasn't sure if it's any good. Please review. Musa starts off with an OC character, but rest assured I am a MxR fan at heart so she will PROBABLY end up with Riven. I have a lot more chapters, but I'm test-running this chapter first to see how it goes over with people so please review as your comments are very welcomed!
Her blade clashed against the soft fabric of the dummy as she twirled around once more. Droplets were beginning to bead on her forehead and her eyes were pierced in determination. It was like there were blinders on the side of her head to keep her focused on the task ahead of her.
"Alpha?" a voice interrupted her forward momentum.
She spun around with rage rippling in her features. No one was to bother her while she was practicing, no one.
"What?" she seethed not bothering to see who the unlucky victim was.
"Cal wants to see you," the petit female with tan skin and light brown hair murmured with her head down. She had begged Cal to not make her go and bother Musa while she was training, but Cal had insisted and she always did what was ordered of her.
"Fine," Musa grumbled as she put down her two daggers. They were double-sided/bladed with a blade about ten inches in length. They were not the easiest to handle, but for Musa they were the weapon of choice. The handles and grips were made with black leather and each had a small ruby implanted at the bottom.
Musa sighed with frustration. She didn't really want to go to see Cal. He made her nervous. After he had made her Alpha over the others Cal had called on her even more than usual. He most likely had a mission for them.
"Flora, can you take these and put them with my suit?" Musa asked as she handed over the gruesome weapons.
Flora nodded and hurried away lest Musa decided she would take out more of her anger on Flora.
It was a year ago when Cal had decided Musa should be the leader. He saw determination, focus, and leadership in her. The others were great candidates, but none held the spark of anger that was hidden deep in Musa's heart.
Her anger was generated from witnessing her mother's death at the hands of the Red Fountain Specialists who were Magix's specialized fighting force. Musa was only around six years old, but she still remembered the day when the Specialists arrived at her house. She didn't know why they were there nor did she know why they had attacked. There were three of them and they had burst into the house to find her mother. She remembered the screams of her mother and the cries of distress. Her mother had yelled at her to run, afraid that the Specialists would take her daughter and torture her. Musa hid beneath the stairs, but to no avail. She was taken by the Specialists and on her way out the door, all she could see was the broken and beaten form of her mother. There was red everywhere including in Musa's revenge filled eyes that night. The men had taken her to The Complex at Red Fountain or Red Fountain or The Complex for short. She had been put into a small room with a bed and a desk. There was a stuffed animal on the bed and a few picture books on the desk.
"This will be your room," the man with the short black hair stated in a monotone voice.
Musa's hands were trembling as she looked around the room. She could still hear her mother's wails in her ears. She didn't know where her father was since he was at work when the Specialists had charged in.
Two of the men retreated outside the door while the man with the brown hair that ended at the ends of his ears stayed in the room. He went over to the desk and grabbed the first book on the pile.
"Do you want me to read you a story?" the man asked in a soothing voice.
Musa turned to look at the man. Her heart was already beginning to turn to stone and her eyes were hardening with each passing minute. She studied him for a few minutes making sure to have every detail and curve of his body concrete in her memory.
"Of course," she said in a cute voice, except underneath the disguise her voice was burning with hatred and threats.
Musa stayed in the room for twelve more years. She would occasionally be let out into the light. She was fed every day and was biding her time when she would strike out against her captors. She never forgot her mother; she refused to forget the jumbled mass that those three men had made her walk by on the way to her life of seclusion.
The man with the short black hair was named Gregory. The one with the long blond hair carried the name of Jack and the one with the brown hair was Luke.
Those were the men that killed her mother and each day she made sure that they would trust her more and more.
A week before that day she had snuck out of the room and down the hallway to the weapons room. There, she had found the two daggers that she still used to this day. She stashed them inside the small bag that she had brought along and put them under her pillow when she got back to her room. Now all she had to do was to wait.
"Musa?" the calming voice of Luke came through from behind the bolted door.
"Yes?" Musa called back sweetly, her hand tightening on the daggers.
The day was the anniversary of the day her mother was murdered. It was the anniversary of the day she was captured. It had been twelve years and that six year old girl had grown up with a heart of stone and a love for music. The Specialists had allowed there to be a piano in the corner of the room and throughout the years she had gained musical experience and more instruments.
"Greg, Jack and I are coming in," Luke stated.
Musa's hands were gripped on the daggers awaiting them to come in.
Once the door opened she struck. She stabbed, poked, prodded and pierced in their direction until all three bodies dropped at her feet. There was a lake of blood beginning to form underneath the pile.
That was the day her mother had died. That was the day she was captured. It was also the day she regained her freedom and took revenge on the men who were responsible for her mother's death.
Musa shuddered at the memory. Cal had enjoyed that anger that had grown in her heart since she was six. That was something the others had not possessed. Although the others were qualified for leader they did not have the burning hate for the Specialists that Musa had.
She walked down the eerie passage with gray walls before she got the nondescript door that would lead to Cal's office.
She opened the door before taking a deep breath and pushed her way into the grand office of the director of Hood, a group of thieves, assassins, and criminals.
"You wanted to see me Cal?" Musa asked hesitantly to the chair that was turned away from her.
The chair slowly turned around to reveal a man, not over the age of thirty with short dark brown hair. He had piercing blue eyes and his suit revealed how taut his muscles were.
"Musa," Cal drawled looking over at the petit female standing in front of him. He had always found her attractive, not just because of the rage and hatred she was manifesting, but also for her looks. She had long black hair and tan skin. Her eyes were a deep blue to the point where they looked navy. Musa stood silently in the center of the office with a slight glare on her face. He knew that she hated to be interrupted when she was training.
"Yes?" Musa asked with annoyance dripping off of her word.
"I have a mission for you," Cal replied with his eyebrow raised. Not many people dared to speak to him so blatantly, but that was what he liked about her, the brashness.
She quickly realized her mistake when he raised his eyebrow and dropped her head so that her sight was towards the floor.
"What is it?" she raised her eyes from the floor to focus on the man sitting in the chair.
"I need you to break into a particular safe," Cal said.
"Who called?" Musa questioned, curious about the origins of the caller. Hood may have been an organization for criminals, but it was a very organized group. Cal was the director and Musa headed the most specialized group of Hood agents. They would always get calls that would direct them to do the bidding of a wealthy employer. Occasionally they would get a call from the Magix government to assassinate a threat to the Magix community which is why the government rarely went after Hood and if they did it was without much effort. There were other groups of agents under Musa's, but hers was the most powerful and besides Cal, Musa was the next most powerful person in the organization.
"Someone who wishes to be unnamed," Cal shot back. Musa was always too curious for his taste, but despite that flaw she was almost flawless.
"Fine," Musa growled.
"Take your team and break into the safe and collect what you can find, our employer didn't give me the specifics. I'll send you the other directions and don't fuck it up," Cal retorted while he spun back around in his chair, dismissing her from the office. Okay so maybe she wasn't flawless. She talked back to authority too much for his liking.
Musa spun on her heel and walked out of the office. She headed over to the building where all of her team was stationed. They had dormitories and training rooms. They also had a Comms room and a weapons room. Basically the building held anything a spy could ever dream of.
"Stella," Musa greeted the tall, lanky blond that was lounging on the couch with the latest edition of Cosmo. Stella was twenty three and was one year older than Musa. After Musa had escaped, Stella was the one who had found Musa and had taken her to Hood's headquarters.
"Muse," Stella said without looking up. Musa cringed at the nickname Stella had given her.
"Can you get the others together? We have a mission," Musa said while looking down at the square device in front of her. She was awaiting Cal's instructions to pop up in the mail.
"Beta is here," Flora said as she walked out from the kitchen and into the living area, joining Musa.
"Omega in," Stella rolled her eyes at Flora's professionalism and slid off the couch to grab the others.
Stella came back with a shorter girl with flaming red hair, a girl with dark skin and chocolate brown hair, and a girl with short pink hair and a lanky physique.
"Delta present," the girl with the pink hair responded.
"Gamma," the dark skinned girl said.
"Zeta here," the red haired girl smiled. She was relatively new to Hood. Her name was Bloom. She had been there for two years, one less year than Musa, but two years was still new and she had never been called away for a killing job.
The girl with the pink hair was called Tecna. She was the Comms operator and occasional field agent.
The dark skinned girl was named Layla and she was primarily a field agent. She was the best fighter behind Musa.
Flora was medic of the group, but she was the best strategist.
Stella was a field agent. She was usually the one that got dressed up in the disguises since she was the best actress. Her and Bloom worked closely with each other and rarely got mixed up in the hardcore fighting, but were decent when they did fight.
All the girls had checked in with their code names.
"Alpha is in the building," Musa snickered.
The girls took their respective seats on the couch and chairs that were strewn about the lounge.
"Cal gave us a mission," Musa shuddered at the mention of the mysterious director.
"When are you two going to hook up? I mean it's been four years and you guys keep skittering around the subject," Stella piped up and got a pillow to the face for the outburst.
"Stella," Musa warned.
"Oh fine, but you know you guys have the hots for each other," Stella cried out exasperatedly and got a glare from the leader.
"Cal wants up to steal from a safe. We leave tonight for Sparx. We're going to complete it two nights from now so be ready and go get packed. Tecna, make sure that we have all of the technology that we need and check to make sure the suits are updated and contain everyone's equipment. Stella, check up on the disguises. We might need them. Flora do stock on the medical supplies and load them into the ship. Bloom and Layla, do the rest of the work like researching the safe, also help Tecna. I'm going to do an inventory on the weapons and load them on the ship. Okay go off and do the work," Musa ordered, dismissing them all. They all got up and scurried off to complete their respective jobs.
Musa sighed as she got off the chair. She had been there for four years and Cal had still not allowed her to seek revenge on the Red Fountain Specialists. Red Fountain had been in an uproar since their female prisoner had escaped and her face was flashed to multiple sources, but they never found her. After that Cal had made sure that all was "forgiven" or rather "forgotten" with the Magix government and the Specialists had stopped trying to hound her. Although she was able to kill the three men that had murdered her mother she still wanted to see the organization go up in flames.
"Shit," the man cursed under his breath.
"What?" the man with magenta hair asked, his voice raised in worry. It was not often that Timmy, his Comms man cursed.
"We have a problem," Timmy chuckled with concern.
"What's the problem?" Riven hissed.
"Hood," Timmy replied.
Riven's face contorted in disgust and revulsion. Riven was the leader of the elite Red Fountain Specialists. His hate for Hood extended into every cell of his body. He despised the Magix government for not doing anything about them, although if the Specialists ever caught a Hood agent the government would not disagree with Red Fountain holding the criminal. That is until the director of Hood called. The main enemy of the Specialists was Hood and vice versa.
"What are they up to and does it have to do with the Magix government because I would love to kick some Hood ass right now," Riven growled.
"They're breaking into some safe. We just got a call from the inside man. It doesn't have anything to do with Magix so we're going to be able to beat some Hood agents," Timmy smiled in pleasure.
"Great. What safe and when?" Riven asked.
Timmy read off the information he had gotten from the bugs in the Hood headquarters. An agent had been in and out of Hood a few days ago and had been able to get a bug in the two most important rooms without being suspected. The rooms being the lounge of the top group at Hood and the practice room of the top agent.
"Fuck," Timmy cursed again.
"What now?" Rive asked with his hand on his head.
"We lost contact," Timmy grumbled.
"What do you mean?" Riven asked this time with frustration lacing his tone.
"The agent found the bug," Timmy stated without emotion.
"Shit," Riven swore, "gather the guys. We're going after Hood."
"When do we leave?" Sky asked as he ran his hands through his blond locks.
"Tonight. We're going to have to guard the safe tomorrow night," Riven said.
"Does Magix know?" Brandon asked. He had short brown hair and was the expert swordsman.
"Yes," Riven replied, "Timmy's coming too although he won't be joining us in the field. I need Helia and Nabu to stay here."
"What?" both Helia and Nabu exclaimed.
"I need you to stay here unless more important missions from Magix show up. Remember we're not exactly on the clock for this mission," Riven stated.
"Fine," Nabu mumbled.
"Good, let's get everything together then," Riven growled as he turned around and left the room.
Tomorrow was the night that he could kick some Hood ass and maybe find the girl that had escaped The Complex, although it might be harder since she had matured since he had seen her six year old picture flashed on the screen of every Magix TV for a few months. The Specialists had unfortunately never had a picture of her when she was older so they used the photo of her when she was a toddler, hoping that she still looked relatively the same.
"Are we ready?" Musa asked.
"Yes," Tecna replied.
"Let's go then," Musa ordered.
"God damn it," Layla growled.
"What?" Musa turned to look at her fighting expert. Flora, Bloom and Tecna had stayed behind in the makeshift Comms room so only Layla and Stella were with Musa.
"Specialists," Layla seethed as she stared at the hallway in front of the vault. The girls had on their black bodysuits. They were equipped with weapons and were fireproof among other things. The suits were the highest tech of technology thanks to Tecna's technology skills.
"Time to change," Musa sighed as she pressed a small button in the side of the suit. In a matter of seconds all of the girls suits had turned to a guard's uniform.
Riven saw three girls in front of the vault. They all had on uniforms, but were lacking name tags which was a huge red flag.
"Ladies," Riven sidled up to the group. Sky and Brandon were behind him and had also noticed the lack of name tags.
"What can we do for you?" Musa asked sweetly. Her hands were behind her back and she was giving small signals to Stella and Layla.
"We have come to relieve you of your posts," Riven stated.
"We've been ordered by the Magix government to guard this safe, so how do we know you're not the criminals we're supposed to be looking out for?" Musa asked suspiciously while raising her eyebrow.
Riven, Sky and Brandon all took out their badges and handed them to Musa.
She looked them over. They were definitely forged and Musa could depict the tiny Red Fountain symbol in the corner of the badges.
"Sorry boys. I don't think we can just leave," Musa smiled at the trio as she gave them back the badges.
Sky gave a look to Riven and mouthed 'I think they're the Hood agents'.
Musa had seen this exchange and immediately put her hands behind her back. Her fingers were in a V-shape for wait for my command then attack.
"Sorry girls, I don't think you're fighting for the right team," Riven chuckled lightly. His left hand moved over to the area where his own dagger was hidden and his right hand clenched into a perfectly formed fist.
"Now," Riven yelled.
Musa pointed one finger down to the ground 'attack'.
At once all six charged forward. Musa quickly tripped the brown haired guy with a swift kick to the ankles. He would have no chance against Stella who loved tripping people Musa thought as she gave a loud cackle.
The blond rushed her with a sword in his hand. She grabbed her daggers from her side and at the last second counterattacked his sword with the daggers.
She lashed out and caught his arm with one of the daggers. The red liquid began to pool on his arm from the wound.
All of a sudden a well aimed fist landed in the middle of her back sending her forward.
To counter the forward momentum she did a sommersault and jumped up to face her attacker. In front of her was the loud mouthed magenta haired man.
"You look familiar," the man noted suspiciously.
Musa charged him with one blade in front and the other behind her. He blocked the first blade with his own and barely dodged the flying blade of the other dagger.
"You're pretty good for a girl," Riven laughed. Adrenaline began kicking into his system. The dagger had come a little too close for his comfort, but the girl would be easy to detain once he figured out her fighting style.
"You talk too much," Musa growled as she threw a well aimed kick at his leg.
His leg buckled in, but before he could fall he jumped, rolled and ended up behind her.
"I like talking to my victims before I arrest them," Riven grinned.
"I'm not a victim," Musa hissed.
"Could've fooled me," Riven laughed as he pinned Musa to the wall. He made sure to lock her arms at her side and placed his knife on the edge of her neck. Every time she would swallow she would feel the sharpness of the blade pressing into her trachea.
"Let me go," Musa grimaced as the knife pushed into her throat.
"Why?" Riven chuckled. She hated his arrogance. He reminded her of Gregory. He was always arrogant.
Musa's brain was rattling off ideas on how to get loose, but she could only think of one that would get him to release her quick enough. It's not like she wanted to, but even Stella would do this if she were in a jam. Hell, it was Stella who had told her about this trick.
Musa lowered her eyelids to produce a smoldering look. Riven was slightly taken aback by her. She batted her eyelids and attempted to lean forward. Their faces were so close their noses touched.
God help me she thought as she went for it. She pressed her lips firmly on his. He responded like she expected he would and released her arms, his first mistake. Then to get a better grip on her he released the knife from her throat, his last mistake. As soon as she felt the pressure leave her arms she lashed out and delivered a perfectly timed punch to the gut.
"Why are men so easily seduced?" she cackled as he began to get up.
He stood up and glared at her. He was still out of breath and his stomach was flaring in pain.
"That was low," Riven growled.
"You responded," Musa shrugged as she clutched her daggers in her hand waiting for his strike.
Riven lunged at her with his left hand holding the knife behind his back and his clenched fist in front. Musa yawned slightly and sidestepped the move. As she moved to the side she kicked out at him and hit him in the leg. He lost his balance and landed on his back. She went up to him and leaned down.
"Not very fun when you're the one who's trapped is it?" she asked giving him a pouty face.
"Shut up," he yelled as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down on the ground. She landed beside him and was shocked at first. He kicked her in the gut and managed to get on his feet. Now she was the one writhing in pain beneath him.
"That was low," she mocked him. She looked over to where the others were fighting and saw that Layla had taken on the other two boys. The vault was slightly open and Musa laughed silently since she knew Stella was stealing what needed to be stolen.
Riven saw the small smirk on Musa's face and wondered what the hell there was to be laughing about considering she was under his wrath now.
"By the country of Magix you are under-" he trailed off as he noticed Musa was no longer in front of him on the floor.
"Missed me?" a voice whispered in his ear.
He spun around and didn't see anything. Then there was impact to his head and everything went black.
Musa looked down at the wilted figure that was in front of her. Too bad he's a Specialist she thought.
Musa looked to her right and saw Layla and Stella giving her thumbs up. The mission had been completed and the other Specialists were laying in heaps much like the magenta haired one. It was time to go.
"Alpha this is Delta. There is a patrol of security coming your way. Retreat quickly," Musa heard from her earpiece.
"Alpha to Delta. Mission accomplished," Musa smirked as Layla, Stella and her silently crept away with the goodies that Stella had found in the safe.