Hey! This is the edited and revised version of chapter one! Sorry if updates are bad I promise future chapters to be better! ^-^
"Alright kid, I think you're ready," A strangely deep, and smooth voice spoke in the dead silence of the night. A small creature floated up to the girl she spoke to, looking her straight in her pale red eyes with pupilless forest green ones.
The girl spoke somewhat unevenly, "Are you sure?" Her dark complection made her blend into the night, the only thing giving her away being her pure white hair, which was cut into a messy pixie style.
"Positive. You've been training for a month or two now, and you already know the address by heart." The white floating presence landed on her shoulder.
The girl rubbed her pale-brown fleece clad arms, "I-I'm not so sure about this anymore, Alpha…" Her masked facial features clearly portrayed how nervous she was.
"Castelle, you've seen what these monsters do with your own eyes." Alpha spoke gently, yet forcefully, "They have no regard for anyone except for themselves. Their son was left locked in a room for five weeks straight without any sort of human communication. He's slowly being killed, even if he is physically alive, that doesn't mean his spirit is. So let's do what I chose you to do, for his sake, and the sake of anyone like him." Castelle nodded, understanding. Her eyes filled with a fire, any trace of doubt burned away.
Alpha flashed a sharp, fanged smile, "Now that's more like it. Just say, "hackles rise"."
"Hackles rise!" Castelle yelled, flourishing a dark gray, fluffy cotton cuffed arm, the hand being a pitch black metal gauntlet, past her face and out to the side. The silver kwami was sucked into the circlet on Castelle's forehead in a spiral pattern. A bright white light surrounded her, covering her from head to toe. Upon dimming she didn't even try to see what she looked like, she simply sprinted off toward her target with astounding grace, speed, and agility.
The Next Day…
"Marinette, you're going to be late!" Marinette's mother called from
downstairs. Marinette rushed over to her parents, having just fallen down the stairs, hugged them and said goodbye quickly before running out of the bakery.
Tom sighed loudly before speaking with a sorrowful tone, "Such an awful tragedy. Even if it was to people as horrible as that…" Sabine walked over and gave her husband a hug as they sat and listened to the news together. Marinette had just turned the corner when the warning bell rang. She made a strange noise and rushed up the stairs and flopped onto her face in her usual chair. Shooting back up almost immediately she laughed a bit and scanned the room, noticing a new girl sitting in the very back, though she didn't say anything. "You and your entrances," Alya's teasing voice drew her attention. "Girl you need to work on your time management." Before Marinette could say something to argue, a voice spoke out,
"So did you see the news?" Nino asked them, him and Adrien turned in their seats. "It's real screwed up, man."
"What happened?" Mari asked, concern and curiosity evident in her voice
and on her face. However the teacher started attendance, as the bell rang.
By the time lunch came around Marinette spotted the new girl, who's
name she learned was Castelle Stewart, sitting at a table writing something down on a scrap piece of notebook paper, Chloé standing next to her looking severely pissed. Her and Alya started walking over to watch the oncoming drama and insults, waiting to see how they should intervene.
"Hey, Sabrina. Look at this pathetic old hag. Seriously, how old are
you really? Because your hair is already a hideous white, not to mention the wrinkles and dark bags under your eyes." Chloé's obnoxious laugh, alongside Sabrina's more quiet one, echoed through the commons. Alya was already moving to step in but was stopped dead in her tracks by Castelle's reaction. Everyone stood in shock as Castelle piled up her papers, put them in a large heavy duty binder, and proceeded to slam it hard into the side of Chloé's face, knocking her sunglasses off her head and sending her staggering back a bit. Castelle then turned toward Sabrina and made what sounded like a growl in her direction. Sabrina immediately shrank back and left Chloé to pick up her own things.
"And just who do you think you are?! I am the mayor's daughter, I will
not be treated this way!" She was seething with rage at this point.
Castelle said nothing and turned her back and walked away, putting an earbud in as she did. She could hear Chloé complaining to Adrien about how "unfair" and "horrible" people are to her. Once she was far enough away two small creatures left their hiding spots, one had a disapproving frown and the other a joyous grin on their faces.
Alpha immediately burst into laughter, "Sweetheart, I know I told you that you weren't here to make friends, but…" Her laughter broke the sentence. Her long silver tail swishing behind her, and her ears at the sides of her head as she gasped for breaths. The other kwami sighed in exasperation.
"You really could have handled that differently, Cas," His small, soft voice
counteracted Alpha's very deep and melodic one. His face was filled with sadness and worry.
"Chillax Dacota. The brat had it comin' anyways." Alpha managed to stop laughing. Cas looked between her two Kwami before turning and walking off silently, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of another one of their morality left Alpha and Dacota to have to catch up with her to hide again. Castelle walked back into school, but ignored all the looks people gave her and went straight to her next class, and continued to write, the Kwami giving suggestions every once in a while until everyone came in for class.
Cas only caught the end of the conversation between the them, but knew exactly what they were talking about. "-found them dead in their room. Apparently they had hung themselves in shame of what they had done, mistreating their son and everything. Even a note was found that had their exact signatures on it. But it's all really weird, people like that don't just… change. They-" Alya stopped as she saw Castelle sitting there, staring at them from the back, clearly listening in. Her red eyes narrowed and she turned her attention back towards her paper, a wicked, malicious, and twisted grin spread on her face as she held back a dark laugh.