~Chapter 1~
-Secrets-
An alarm clock began to beep, the time showing 6:30 a.m.
"Good morning Guardian! It's time to wake up! Get some clothes on, pack your things, and prepare some breakfast for the little ones! And don't forget! Today is your first day of exorcist school!"
A young chick groaned from under the covers and sat up in her bed. She felt the table beside her until she found her blue glasses. She glared at her alarm clock and stood up mumbling,
"Shut up Arthur."
"Another day, another danger." Arthur reminded her.
"Got it." She said, stumbling over sleepily to her closet. She paused for a moment, scanning the closet before shouting,
"Arthur where's my cloak!?" A face appeared on the alarm clock, rolling his eyes.
"Third hanger on your right Sloane." Sloane just growled before pulling out her clothes for the day.
She had brown hair dropping to her shoulder blades; a few streaks of gray hair are visible if looked at close enough. Her complexion was slightly tanned, revealing many years of stress and hard trials. The bridge of her nose was covered with freckles, and her eyes were a deep emerald green. She was a little short for her age, only about 5"2.' However, Sloane makes this up by being extremely fit for her age. Able to lift the front end of a car up to her shoulders, she often practices martial arts in order to protect her family.
"Alright Arthur, you perverted house, don't look."
"Oh come on! But I wanna-" Sloane threw a pillow at the alarm clock, knocking it off the bed stand and onto the floor, facing away from Sloane.
"Alright, alright, I get it! I'll go get breakfast ready or something."
A few minutes later Sloane went downstairs seeing the machines in the kitchen warming yp to prepare breakfast.
"The usual Arthur! I'll go get Judy and Piety!"
"WAIT!" A young boy shouted, stumbling the down the stairs, "SLOANE!" Sloane flinched and turned around.
"What Coro?" Sloane asked in an annoyed tone.
The boy's brown hair was ruffled in many places, showing that either he hadn't brushed it, or he had not done a good job doing it. Freckles covered his face, and a dent was visible on his nose. His icy blue eyes never stayed in one place for about 30 seconds. He was the youngest of everyone, only eight years old. However, he was the loudest person too. He currently wore a red cloak, similar to Sloane's, with a black shirt and blue jeans.
"I want my orange juice!" he commanded. Sloane just rolled her eyes and said,
"It's on the table, as always."
"Ok." He said, bounding over to the table like a newborn puppy. Coro smiled hungrily at the waffles before him and dug into the large stack.
"If you need me," Sloane said, "I'll be downstairs getting Piety dressed." She went down to the bottom floor and banged on one door. "Judy!" She shouted, "Get you butt upstairs NOW!" A groan emit from the room and a voice replied,
"Fine, have it your way." Sloane just rolled her eyes and moved onto the next room. She quietly opened the door to the next room.
"Piety?" she whispered. Sloane crept forward and lightly sat at the foot of the bed. "Piety," she repeated, "Sweetie, it's time to wake up."
A little girl opened up her pink eyes and stared up at Sloane. Her white hair fell down over her eyes, the length of it to her shoulders. Her skin was very pale, almost lifeless looking. Piety was only ten years old, and she was very short, almost as short as Coro. Piety also had restricted movement and control of her body, having contracted Muscular Dystrophy at an early age, and she was only expected to live another ten to twenty years.
"It is?" She asked.
"Yes honey. And I have to go to school today." Sloane said.
"Is Wizzy going too?" Piety asked.
"Yes. He is coming with me. We plan to form an Exorcist duo." Sloane explained.
"Oh." Piety said, "Can you help me get dressed?" she asked.
"Of course sweetie." Sloane replied, helping Piety out of bed. She slowly led Piety over to the closet. Piety sat down in the chair next to the closet, breathing heavily, obviously worn out by the effort. She silently watched Sloane shift through the closet, picking out her clothes for the day.
"Who will help me around the house?" Piety asked. Sloane paused.
"What?"
"Who will help me while you and Wizzy are gone?" Piety cried.
"Arthur of course." Sloane said, without looking away from the closet.
"Oh. Alright." Piety replied quietly.
Silence settled in the room once more. The only sound was the squeaks and clicks of the coat hangers in the closet.
"How is this?" Sloane asked, taking some clothes from the closet.
Piety's eyes skim over the outfit. It was a light pink shirt with a small lavender flower on the right shoulder, a pair of blue jeans, and a pure snow white cloak.
"That looks nice." Piety said quietly. Sloane sighed and sat down next to Piety.
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"Why don't you just stay!? Or take me with you! Just please don't leave me!" Piety shouted, tears beginning to streak down her cheeks.
"Oh sweetie," Sloane pulled Piety into her lap, "You know if I could, I would. But as the Guardian of the family, I have to go. It is the only way I can protect the family, and more specifically you. You know as well as I do Satan wants your life desperately, and I have to go to protect you. Also, you're too weak to come with me; your muscular dystrophy prevents it."
"I know." Piety replied, sadness layering her voice.
"Now come on, cheer up. I'll email you whenever I'm not on a mission, and I'll visit for Memorial Day." Sloane said, hoping to cheer up her younger sister.
"Ok." Piety said, looking up at Sloane, giving a small smile.
"Now let's get you dressed."
After dressing Piety, Sloane carried her upstairs. The two were greeted by four sets of eyes.
"Morning ladies." A young man said. He was wearing a royal purple cloak, throwing a shadow over his violet eyes. Freckles seemed to take refuge on the bridge of his nose. His brown hair was cut short, and mostly hidden by the hood of his cloak, but a few strands had escaped and were barely visible. His features were similar to that of Sloane's. His nose had a slight dent in it, alike that of Coro's, a family trait passed from father to son. He seemed quite small for his age, yet his face passed off a more mature look.
Sloane looked up at the voice.
"Sup Wizzy?" She replied. Wizzy smirked and then smiled at Piety.
"Good morning sweetie. Did your sister make you look pretty this morning?" he asked. Piety nodded shyly while Sloane lead her to a chair.
"What would like for breakfast today?" Arthur asked her.
"C-Can I have some milk please? And some cereal too?" she asked.
"Of course Piety." Arthur relied, preparing Piety's requested breakfast.
(For all of those who haven't figured it out yet, Arthur literally is the house they live in. They live in a "smart house." Arthur helps by running all the machines and such.)
"Thank you Arthur." Piety said.
"My pleasure." Arthur said.
Sloane sat down at the head of the table, looking over everyone sitting before her. To her right was Piety, followed by Coro, then Wizzy at the opposite head. Sitting to Sloane's left were her other two siblings, a young girl, about 9 years old, in a rich blue cloak. Her face was fully visible, the hood on her cloak hanging at her neck. She had blue eyes, close to the color of her cloak. Her skin was very pale because she rarely went outside. The young girl had about two or three freckles on her small nose; however she was tall for her age, giving the illusion that she was older than she truly was.
Next to her was another girl, 14 years of age. Only half of her face was visible through the tick shadow that seemed to cover her. Her one visible eye was a sunset orange, matching the color of her cloak. The teen's hair was a light brunette, complimenting her extremely tan skin. She seemed extremely strong, obviously from playing many sports and working out often.
Sloane sighed, 'I'm gonna miss this group.' She thought.
"Sloane?" The young girl next to her said.
"Yes Gracie?"
"Are you and Wizzy leaving today?" she asked.
"Yes Gracie." Sloane said, "We are. Arthur and Judy will be in charge until we come back."
"Why do you have to leave?" the teenager asked.
"Because Judy," Wizzy answered, "To protect all of you."
"We all know Satan will come back for Piety's life, and next time," Sloane shifted her hood to cover the left side of her face, "he won't be so merciful."
Me: Hey Guys! Ok, so here's the other fanfiction I plan to run along with Pkmn Rainbow version. I have planned a pretty upside down update schedule that I'll give you guys next week when I update Pkmn Rainbow Version.
Anyway, yes, there is something special about Piety. But you'll have to keep reading to figure out why she's so important. Also, I bet you're wondering why Sloane is covering the left side her face. Well it has to do with a previous encounter with Satan, but that's all I'm telling you. Lastly, Wizzy is actually Sloane's cousin, because the two's mothers were identical twins, the two look very similar. However, everyone else, Gracie, Coro, Piety, and Judy are all siblings of Sloane. You will meet more of Sloane's family within the next five chapters, but only maybe five more members may make an appearance in this fanfiction. I'm not sure yet. It all depends on where I decide to go with this fanfiction.