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Yes. That was definitely Reiji. And he looked in pretty bad shape; barely being able to keep standing and all. He truly looked dead, with the cuts and bruises and blood. Emily found herself rather shocked at the worn condition he was in. "What did they do to you? Was it Kirron?" She asked in horror, reaching out gently to touch his arm. Reiji shook his head, shivering and taking a seat in front of Emily. "There's a new chamber-mate. It's a girl. Raven … I think her name is. I think Kirron is usually out doing more important things. Maybe. I'm not sure." He murmured quietly, putting a hand to his temple. Emily hummed with a nod in response. Noticing he was cold, she held out her hand to him. A dazzling flame resonating a gentle warmth materialized in the palm of her hand. Reiji thanked her with a smile. Emily returned the grin, before glancing around to get a feel for her surroundings. Not much had changed sense she was last there. The walls and bars were still anti-magical. The place was just as cold and dark. And they still had the few sentinels that occasionally marched past the cells to make sure no prisoners were misbehaving or escaping. The only difference was, those sentinels no longer carried the keys to unlock the iron bars. Emily bit her bottom lip. Escaping wouldn't be the same as last time.
Flashback
Fourteen year old Emily sat hugging her knees in the corner of her dark cell. She was so tired. She glanced up upon hearing the iron bars creak obnoxiously. A sixteen year old Reiji was shoved to the ground by a fifteen year old Kirron. Reiji grunted upon the tough impact with the ground. Kirron shut the gate of iron coldly, but not before giving Emily that look. It was a look he gave her and only her often. It was similar to the mischievous gaze he gave when he got curious about something. The only difference was that his features were softer. It honestly made Emily a little uneasy. Kirron then left, swiftly and very silently. Emily gazed down at Reiji with a small frown. Reiji was a stubborn kid. Quiet but stubborn. With that said, he always caused a lot of trouble for Alister and his experiment; thus resulting in regular visits to the chamber-mate for him. Emily always felt a little bad for never being able to heal him, especially sense he looked out for her. He would always start up trouble if Alister ever got a bit too personal, obsessed, or torturous with his tests on Emily. That would always draw Alister's attention away from her for a while. Reiji panted, pulling himself up into a sitting position and leaning against the wall next to Emily. "You okay? They didn't provoke you too much, huh kid?" He breathed softly.
"No." Emily muttered. "How about you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Reiji replied with an exhale. "Luckily Kirron's mood was merciful today." And their daily conversation ended, leaving Emily to her thoughts and Reiji to fall asleep. Emily looked back up at Reiji after examining the sentinels that rarely passed by for a while. Thankfully he hadn't completely fallen asleep yet. It was almost impossible to wake him from his slumber. "Reiji?" She called, her voice a low whisper. The teen sat up and stared at her groggily. Emily continued. "I have a plan of escape. But your magic plays a large part of it. You up for it?" Reiji's magic relies heavily on emotions, which is unexpected if you consider his power. Reiji had the ability to control anything and everything around him, including humans. Most would think that was a mind ability, but it actually depended on emotion with a bit of brain action. Reiji was pretty unstable when it came to his feelings, so using his magic was a rarity. But if he could escape the dreadful headquarters of the Silver Angels with it, then it was definitely worth a try. He nodded solemnly.
That night.
Emily trotted back and forth, just a bit nervous. This could either succeed, or drastically fail. Reiji stood in front of the bars. Emily put her hand out toward him, before spouting a roaring amount of flames at him. Reiji ducked, forcing the flames to hit the bars in a loud clang. One of the sentinels caught sight of the incident and marched over to their cell. "Are you trying to start something?" He growled gruffly, knocking on the bars threateningly. Reiji turned to stare at the guard as Emily watched intently. The guard held his gaze, which was quite the unfortunate mistake on his part. Reiji tried to feel the guard's emotions. It was the only way to control his heart. He felt power, control, cruelty, brutality, authority. Suddenly the sentinel's icy blue eyes flashed amber; much like Reiji's, for a split second.
"You did it!" Emily breathed, giving a small applause. Reiji couldn't help but let a proud smirk adorn his features. The next part was difficult. He had to still keep the mindset that he was the guard in order to keep control of the gupard. He imagined stepping forth and unlocking the gate with a key; and sure enough, that's exactly what the sentinel did.
Wow! You really did it!" Emily cheered, almost with disbelief upon seeing the iron bars swing open. The two trotted from the cell, locking the sentinel inside. The poor guard was so confused when he awoke from Reiji's trance. Emily and Reiji were about to head for the elevator, when the loud approaching footsteps of the remaining sentinels interrupted them. Emily whipped toward them, forcing a huge rushing wave of fire at them. All sentinels jumped back. From there; Reiji aimed his hand at the ceiling above them, making it fall atop them. Emily and Reiji darted into the elevator, heading up to the first floor.
Of course, Kirron just had to be waiting for them when the elevator doors slid open; arms crossed with a playful smirk. His knee was bent casually, and he held his signature mischievous stare. Emily and Reiji gasped and recoiled. Kirron cocked his head haughtily. "You guys are aware that we have a security system, right? Did that small little factoid slip your ignorant minds?""
"Look Kirron. This is an A-B endeavor. C your way out of it or I'll D-feat you so badly not even Alister will want you for a son." Reiji snarled challengingly. Kirron's grin became more playful, amused, and above all sadistic; much like his true nature. He chuckled coolly. "How cute. You're threatening me." He giggled mockingly. "Tell ya what. Come quietly, and I won't break any bones."
"No." Reiji huffed, taking up a fighting stance. Kirron gave a hm of amusement. "Fine, if you wanna play then fine. But you'll be the toy and I am certainly not the gentle type!" And a battle ensued, Emily being sure to stay out of the way as the two boys roughed each other up. Both of them had different fighting styles. Kirron fighting with gracefully refined finesse, yet at the same time being brutally belligerent. Reiji's Attacks are always well planned, full of power and precision. The two tore each other up. Reiji jerking Kirron by his snowy hair and throwing ohim to the floor, and Kirron leaping on Reiji's shoulders to squeeze the air from his throat with his thighs. The two were sick with bruises as they caught their breath. It was when Kirron materialized a black lance resonating electric energy into his hand that Emily truly began to worry for Reiji's safety. Kirron lunged forward, jabbing the lance into Reiji's abdomen. Reiji tumbled back with a cry, falling against the elevator wall; blood spilling down his waist. Emily panicked for her friend. In an attempt to stop Kirron from landing a second attack, she shot his back with a burst of orangey flames. It worked more than intended. Kirron fell to the ground in sheer agony as the worst searing pain in existance covered his back. Emily used the time to pull Reiji up and allow him to lean on her shoulder. From there, the two stealthily snuck there way past any other guards and out of the front door of the Silver Angels HQ.
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Kirron lied on his bed in disgust, looking down at the Greek Mythology book which laid openly on his pillow. He spat to himself, combing a hand through his thick white hair. As if he would let that happen again. He still had the scorch mark from when that last occurred. Emily truly was a strong girl. She got in his way, but he still had liked her; and she still had a lot of admirable qualities. For example, she always contradicted his tacts with her own thought out plans. He had noticed that she was a good leader based on the encounters he had with her and the rest of the Seals of Amber over the past three years. And albeit he fancied himself stronger than her, he still acknowledged her power. He rolled on his back with a sigh. After locking up Emily at the cells of the Angels headquarters, Alister had asked Kirron to clean the entire family mansion. He was so exhausted now.
Jack was worried. He sat on the couch next to Damian, wondering where Chris was off to. He had heard Chris open the front door, and then just abruptly run off. Now, he and Damian's action fantasy episode had ended and still no sign of the blonde. This was only making Damian trust him less. Ever sense the Ziggurat fiasco, he had a hard time trusting people; and always felt that Jack was a bit too trusting of others. But the pinky was an empath, meaning he could sense the emotions and intentions of others. Jack felt Damian's uneasy sensation flow threw him, before facing him and landing a hand on his shoulder. "Damian. I promise you, Chris and the others have good intentions. Well … maybe not …" jack didn't finish his statement, but Damian knew what he was about to say. He opened his mouth to scold the over protective artist for even thinking such a thing, but Chris entered the living room holding Vanemy bridal style before words could leave his throat. Pandore quietly trailed behind him. Chris lied the injured auburn headed girl on the empty couch, his face full of stress.
"What happened!?" Jack gasped in horror, dashing over and kneeling in front of the couch; quickly followed by Damian. Chris sighed, dropping his head into his hand. "Emily got captured by Kirron. Ugh! That awful little devil child is always instigating! Vanemy got hurt during the fight. The worst part is, none of us can really heal her. Especially sense she was struck with dark magic." He rested his arms on the head of the couch Vanemy lay on with a moan. All was quiet, letting Chris' words sink in. Until Pandore broke the silence by asking, "What should we do now Christoffer?" Chris lifted his head. "Well it's way too late for you and Vaneny to head home, given what just happened tonight; and moreover Vanemy's hurt. So you girls can stay the night, and we'll figure out what to do in the morning." Chris glanced around at Pandore's and Vanemy's uncertain expression, before grinning widely. "What? You think I'll bite? There are some women's clothing and pajamas from when we all had that big sleep over and Rochelle and Aurora and even you Pandore accidentally left some of your clothes here, remember? Let's relacx for now and sort everything out tomorrow, kay?" He chuckled as he poked the girl's cheeks playfully, earning giggles from them.
"Okay." Pandore laughed, her hands reaching up to bat Chris' from tousling her black hair.
Pandore sighed, trying to reach a cup on the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet. Everyone had finished bathing and were all probably snuggled up under the confines of there blankets. But she just wanted some water to ease her nerves that worried for Emily, but that seemed impossible. She saw someone reach over her and grab the cup, before handing it to her. She took it graciously and looked up to see who it was. She immediately dropped her head when realizing it was Jack. Her cheeks flushed red as she tried to think of what to say. But what do you say to someone that hates you? Jack leaned down and lifted her chin so that their gazes met. "Don't worry. I forgive you." He cooed softly, before leaving cheerfully. A bright smile graced Pandore's features.
Don't you think Chris is such a sweetie? Yes I do.
This was kind of a sporadic chapter, next one I think should center on the Silver Angels a bit.
Once again, I'm still accepting OCs.
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