Katty Meza POV
That was horrible.
That was horrible.
That was all I could think of, riding home in the hunk of junk that was Jaimes' car.
I felt bad for Jake, never being able to forget this unholy incident.
The car stopped. It was only 1800 hours, but even so, I had to sleep this off. I leapt out of the Jeep and bounded into the flat; Azaire and I on one side, and the boys on the other.
Light green walls did nothing to comfort me as I sprawled on my daybed, trying my level best for sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I opened them again; the gruesome image was seared into the insides of my eyelids.
I stayed like that for what seemed like forever, until I finally fell into a fitful and nightmare ridden slumber.
A sharp banging awoke me; pots and pans clattering to the ground. Image so far forgotten, I clambered out of bed and padded out to the shared kitchen.
I love breakfast, lots of screaming and violence.
"Are we going to the Sanctuary today?" I asked. Jake and Jaimes looked up from their childish argument about something unbeknownst to me.
"I guess." Azaire growled, not really liking the idea.
I think we were all thinking the same thing; what if the Grand Mage's trigger happy acquaintance was here already?
We ate in silence; it hurt my ears, before slinking off to our respective rooms. I searched through my closet for my Resolute jacket (made of Resolute thread); before I remembered I was wearing it.
"Katty," Jaimes knocked on my closed door. "We got to go."
I dusted off my jeans and opened the door, giving Jaimes a younger sisterly look; glaring.
"Alright," I grumbled, pushing past him. We were taking Azaire's car today. I, of course, could run faster, and took the shotgun seat. Jaimes snarled quietly, getting into the back seat with Jake. Azaire smirked at him.
The short drive to the Sanctuary was quiet and uneventful, even though everyone but Jake had forgotten the demonic image of the Grand Mage.
The Sanctuary was quiet; no one was really here yet, but us, the Grand Mage, and probably some random people.
Our "office" was a largish room a bit beyond the Medical Bay, inside were boringly colored walls and carpet, with a computer in one corner, and scattered desks and chairs. Organized chaos; just how we like it.
I check the email for any new assignments; there was one from Cae,
Hey, Dudes! My good friend Cassy (don't tell her I called her that) and her partner in crime's gonna be here today! I also got you guys a great mission, right up your guys's alley! I got a loony sorcerer on the loose, you guys got to capture him and take him to Arabia, remind her not to dissect him.
Peace out!
I shivered; old people should not try to speak like teenagers.
"Jaimes," I called sweetly, mocking him, "Come here." I fake smiled. My brother reluctantly walked over to me.
"What is it, Katty?" he sighed irritably, I showed him the email.
"You're telling Azaire and Jake." I stated.
"What?! No!"
"Yes." I snapped my fingers, sparking like flint, and a ball of fire started coiling into the palm of my hand.
"Alright," Jaimes stalked off.
Katty: 1,000,001-Jaimes: 0
I watched as Jaimes told Jake and Azaire about our new mission, pausing before telling them our unwanted babysitter(s) would be coming today. Azaire, remembering he had accepted the offer, slapped him full across the face and walked out, probably to go get some kind of net… or weapon. Jaimes stared after her not that unlike a love struck puppy.
The mission was simple enough; the rogue's name was Taciturn Skinwalker, an Adept of a couple different orders. He was insane from some mission or another, either it traumatized him or his attacker just smushed his brain.
Mr. Skinwalker put up a fight; Jaimes broke one his legs, Jake an arm, and Azaire and I knocked him out. He didn't speak at all.
Turns out Azaire had brought a net and we wrapped him up before dragging him into the boot of the car.
The assignment had taken us about 10 miles from the Sanctuary, making the drive back quick, not that we wouldn't have minded a 100 mile drive.
That Tuesday morning had gotten off moderately well, but that is never true about Tuesday; why does the Grand Mage always make us deliver something to Arabia on Tuesday? It's boring.
Azaire and I dragged out our captive from the trunk and pulled him through the Sanctuary building. We got past the first set of frosted glass door before Violet showed up.
"Here, Violet," Jaimes shoved the top of our captive's net/bag at the medic.
"What am I supposed to do with an unconscious person?" She sighed at Jaimes, annoyed with him.
"Give him to Arabia and tell her not to dissect him, something's wrong with him in the head." Jake told her. Violet rolled her eyes and hauled Taciturn through the second set of doors.
My friends and I tried to walk back to the office without any incidents. Of course, we can't even do that; on our way back we passed Kurt Cae and the two people with him.
"Oh, hey, Ferrom!" the Grand Mage called as Jaimes tried to pass him.
"Come here, you dudes got to meet some peoples." Cae continued. I sighed and came to stand in front of the trio.
One girl had her hands in her the pockets of silvery jacket, which was hanging off one shoulder and the other elbow. Her brown eyes kept flickering around the hallway.
The other had one hand in the large pouch of her sweatshirt, and the other sweeping her spiked-down hair out of her eyes.
"These are you're new guardians," Cae smiled, "Casper Kreed," he gestured to the one with the spiky hair, "and Zena Epoch." The other girl.
Zena focused on us and waved a whole lot like Hawthorne. Casper barely acknowledged us, watching us stoically.
"Well, this'll be fun," Azaire muttered sarcastically.
No argument there.
