Children of the Starnik
Sorry i didn't update earlier guys, i've been at church this morning. It's great to hear there are more then two people reading this, i thought that was as much as i had. Thanks for letting me now guys that yo are reading. PLease review, there's no harm in it. :)
Chapter 12: Knowing Your Comrades
Dakota's P.O.V
Myka is going through a rough patch in her life, who could blame her for being this distressed, so would I. As her brother, I feel it is my responsible to be there for her and comfort her, I'd do that for Lupa, but we couldn't, we had to stay back and let whatever they were going to do now take place, all we could do is observe and interrupt anything that may place her in danger. There were good and bad points to this, the good thing was that we'd always be close to her like we wanted, the bad points, we could be seen, we couldn't tell her we're here, intervene with anything they do unless it looks to be against them in all directions, and that we had to follow them. Following them would be the most horrid experience Lupa and I will feel. My head will be banging by the end of the first mile, and who knows how many they are planning on doing. We would have to think of some other way to follow them, or maybe find out where they are going and meet them there.
Lupa thought it was just about time she figures out how to become invisible again after Astraling out so she can move without being seen. She is a spirit after all in that form and old body, so she should really be that way, not physical. She was up most of the night, trying to suss out how it works, what she needs to do. She fell asleep beside me in the early hours of the morning. But when I woke up, she was up again trying to understand how it works. Grandma was with her, her guide and teacher I've heard her call her sometimes. Behind Lupa was her body, which proved what she was trying to do. The two were talking silently, most likely so they wouldn't wake me up. I raised my head and yawned, gaining their attention. "Good morning." They both greeted.
"Morning guys, why are you up so early?" I asked Lupa stretching off.
"I just want to know how to do it, and seeing as grandma is dead she might know. I mean she does it all the time."
"How long have you been here?" I asked grandma.
"I literally just got here." She replied.
"Mind if I listen in? I might learn something"
"Sure, come on over." Lupa said tapping the ground beside her. I crawled over and listened in. This was psychic and dead wolf stuff; I probably won't understand what they're on about anyway. But I was keen to learn.
"So what was it you wanted to know?" Grandma asked getting back on the reason she was called.
"Well, every time I Astral out, I'm not invisible anymore." She said pointing back to her body. "So I was wondering if you could teach me how?"
"That's a tough one, but I taught you how to in the first place so it can't be too hard."
"So you don't know?" I asked.
"Not really, this is the first time I've heard of this problem. But I'm sure I know why."
"Well I'm all ears." Lupa said listening keenly.
"Well, many spirits that are grounded here, find that they are very scared. When they over come it, they can manifest themselves so people can see them and interact with things around them. Fear is what keeps them in the form that allows them to move without being seen, and their always like that. So maybe that's it, you need to be scared."
"I can't just get scared."
"Well, that's the emotion you need to feel, that's what you need to drain to make it work."
"But it's an entirely different one. My shield is based on excitement; fear is a totally different one." A thought came to mind. She needs to be scared, so what if I sacred her? My power was based on fear, so I knew how to make her that way. I moved my head right up to her ear and yelled at the top of my voice. She screamed just as loud, but my plan worked. She began to fade just like grandma did; her breathing was short and shallow, her eyes lit up out of freight. It only lasted a few seconds; she didn't completely vanish, but nearly. When she was back to normal, she looked over her paws and body before looking at me and punching me hard on my shoulder. I winced, it did hurt a little so I clutched where she hit it. "You ass."
"What? It worked didn't it." She scowled at me before answering.
"I guess, but don't ever do that again."
"But at least you know you can do it, you just need to learn to remain in that state." Grandma added.
"I suppose so. Sorry for hitting you."
"I kind of expected it, don't worry." I chuckled, reassuring her I was fine.
"Thanks grandma." She said looking back to her.
"While I'm here, I have some news."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Now don't be mad, your mom and Scott know. Myka found out about me."
"What do you mean "found out"?"
"Each time I went to see her; we'd talk a little bit. I tricked her into thinking I was someone her age."
"Well you look it; you did die when you were our age anyway." Lupa giggled.
"Anyway, I went to see her last night, she thought I was you." She said pointing to Lupa.
"How does she know what I look like?"
"Her friend Tony has a book fully of pictures that other guy Dean made. There are several of you two in it so I can only guess she saw them. But it doesn't end there."
"Go on." I said.
"Well, because she thought I was you, I felt I had to tell her who I was. I told her I was her grandma."
"You did what?" I exclaimed.
"I told her I was her grandma; she needed to hear some good news after all she's been through."
"Does she know you're dead?" Lupa asked.
"She's knows about Scott and your mom being the Starnik and I was their Guide and that I'm dead. She knows everything. I told her of your dad being another of her Guides and that she can call on one of us if she needs us."
"We understand, it was a risky move."
"I told her that we've been having trouble tracking her and that it'll be easier to find her if she calls."
"So you can't sense her now?"
"No, but I don't need to, she should be exactly where she was the last time I saw her. It's still early anyway."
"Good point."
"I have a question now." I said speaking up. "How are we supposed to keep up with her? Or find her if we lose her? I can't keep jumping forever. It hurts after a while."
"I'm not sure, I'll try and find out where they're going and I'll send word back to you. Then it's up to you what you do, just don't get caught. I can't help with what you can and can't do." Grandma replied.
"Ok, just asking. I'm sure we can put up with it."
"Just don't hurt yourselves ok."
"We'll try, thanks for everything." My sister replied and grandma left. I took this as another opportunity for Lupa to learn to keep in that fearful state. So I screamed in her ear, and once again she did too and began to fade, her eyes pulsated, showing it was working and she was in fear. Slowly, she began to vanish from right before my eyes, until she as completely gone.
"Hold it." I told her and waved my paw over her, seeing if she was still there. I felt a static charge run through my paw as I did so, she was still sat there and who knows where my paw could be on her. "See, I told you, you could do it." I said hoping I was looking at her. "Now you can get your Astral butt back in your body." Seconds later, she woke up and she looked at me with a smile.
"I did it!"
"Well done, I knew you could." I said padding over to her and licking her ear. "So what do you want to do this morning? We haven't got anything to do until grandma calls."
"How about a bath? We haven't had one since before we died and you stink." She giggled.
"I could say the same about you." I said pinching my nose.
"Race you to the creek." She said running off. "And no powers this time." I took off after her and together we ran towards the creek outside. It was a fun little race; she won due to her head start. We didn't stop to check the water for anything, we just launched ourselves in. We haven't had fun like this since we were pups; it was good to act young again. We swam around in the deep parts of the creak, just having fun, splashing each other, swimming under the water and playing games.
"This is nice." Lupa said after resurfacing. "Just having fun again, brings back old memories." She added flipping onto her back and floating on the waters surface. I did the same and floated beside her.
"It is isn't it? If I remember correctly, the last time we had a bath together, you felt uncomfortable."
"I know, but I was younger then, and after seeing things like helping mom give birth, being with Faolan, you learn to understand that it's all natural and it doesn't mean anything if you don't want it to."
"So you're not uncomfortable being like this now?"
"For example." She then licked my cheek. "Would I have done that before we died?"
"Probably not. That would have been weird."
"Exactly, I don't care anymore. Dying was one of the best things that happened to me, it's changed me for the better."
"Neither do I, I never really did. It changed us both."
"We've been through too much to care, like when you told me you actually liked the smell of me when I was in heat. Not even some other guy would have said that I don't think, let alone you."
"Well, its heat, of course it smells good, but you're my sister and I knew you wouldn't take it seriously if I told you that."
"I know, that's why I love you so much." She said licking my cheek again. "Because now that Mom and Scott aren't around, we have no-one else to talk to about things like that. All we have is each other."
"Didn't we come down here for a bath?"
"I'm enjoying just floating around to be honest." She giggled.
"Well, I'm going to start washing." I said wadding through the water to a shallower spot. Here I started brushing through my fur, discovering it to be full of dirt. Rings of it came off all around me. I spent a good while cleaning myself off, and it was when I was satisfied that Lupa decided to sit beside me and clean her fur. It was a rather warm day so I lay back down in the water to stay cool. Being a gentleman, I averted my eyes from Lupa, and although she is my sister, it was the decent thing to do. I played with the sand under the water on my other side, giving her the privacy she didn't ask for, but I let her have it.
"You don't have to do that you know, what were we just talking about?" She said. I still didn't look at her.
"I'm not uncomfortable; I'm just giving you some privacy."
"Well you can look now, I'm decent." I turned just as she lay down beside me. "Hot today isn't it?"
"I don't like it; it was cooler when we lived in Jasper."
"Higher up, so it was." Then a thought came to mind, completely random, but the topic of our first home brought it up.
"Do you ever miss mom being with dad? He was her first mate after all."
"I miss it, nothing can change the fact we love him more then Scott and Mom still loves him. But that's what I love about Scott, he understands that, he knows he can't make up for dad's passing or take his place."
"You're right, I love Scott too, but nothing can take away our bigger love for dad."
"Why did you ask that?"
"Just talking about living in Jasper made it pop into my head."
"So this has been a fun morning."
"Can you imagine how much fun it would be when Myka can live with us?"
"I never thought of that." She replied, her eyes lit and tail wagging. "I really can't wait until we can tell her."
"Neither can I." But then another important thought came to mind. "How do we tell her? "Hey Myka, we your brother and sister. You read a spell and brought us back from the dead, and now we need you to do the same so we can bring back mom and Scott." I don't think that'll work out."
"Well we won't say it that way dummy, we'll break it to her slowly."
"It was just an example." I chuckled. "But I can't wait for that day and moment." She smiled and nodded in agreement. The remainder of the morning we spent talking about anything that came to mind and lying in the cool water, just enjoying the relaxing time. By the time it was around 10:00am, Lupa received a message from grandma, saying she couldn't find out where they were headed, mainly because they had only just got up and hadn't discussed it yet. It was then I received a mental picture and a name of a place. It seemed to be some campsite; I guessed she sent it to me to get us there.
Immediately, we ran out the water and shook dry. I took my sisters paw in mine and jumped us to the same place that was in the picture, except we appeared somewhere else. We were inside some small wooden building. It was deserted; it didn't look like anyone had been here in a while. We could hear voices outside so we went up to the windows and wiped away the growing algae and peaked through to see many people stood, sat and laying around, and Myka sat across the other side.
Myka's P.O.V
I awoke the next morning a little better then yesterday, but it will always linger in the back of my mind, as on the day of my birth that everything was taken away from me. Many people were already up, whereas I only woke up around fifteen minutes ago. Tony and I were two of the few, other then Tess and Michael who were the last to wake up. Now we all were, and we were just hanging around until we figured where we should head to first. I had learned a lot more of the others now, and they were all really nice, none of them meant any harm to me. They were all very interested in my bloodline, and my parents. Sadly I couldn't answer any of their questions, but I was interested in what Michael and the others knew of them.
This morning I felt I little better, I felt as though my time of deep mourning was over, but I knew it would return some point soon. Cody and Chris were across the pile of ashes from last night's fire playing some game. They had an empty beer can and they had to hit it, slowly getting further away and using more complicated shots. They both knew they couldn't outdo one another, but they found it entertaining, and so did I. It came to the point where they were blindfolded and spun around multiple times; still they both hit it from thirty yards away. It was very impressive to watch.
Kristy hid herself in her car before first light. Apparently she's just like the thriller movies say, she can't go out in daylight or she burns and dies, so she had her car fitted with a form of glass that filters out the ultraviolet beams in light. You can't see in but she can see out. She sat in the driver's seat with the door open; the sun was behind her so she was safe from its rays. Tony and I accepted her apology for attacking us last night.
So far I am yet to see if she drinks human blood, or ask how long she's been this way. But she's been on her own watching everyone all morning, and I felt she needed some company. So I padded around to her, she gave me a quizzing look, wondering what I was doing. "You ok, you seem bored?" I asked.
"Bored? I delusional I'm that bored."
"Must suck not being able to come out."
"Tell me about it." She sighed.
"I'm not meaning to be rude or nosey, but how long have you been like this?" She looked up to me and answered.
"It may be better if I started from the beginning." I nodded and laid down to get more comfy. "I was born in England in 1784, and raised with my parents. I was born as Kristina; Kristy was a nickname I got in the 1980's. I grew up to be a good girl, never did anything wrong."
"So how did you get like this?"
"When I was twenty four, I got a job as a servant to a wealthy woman on the estate nearby to where I lived, and I served her for two years. She was the most miserable, secretive, evil, deceitful bitch I ever met. She never did pay me, not once ever in those two years."
"So what happened?"
"It turned out she didn't pay any of the other servants either, and they wanted some sort of pay as much as I did. So after she demanded her dinner one night, I went out and killed all her prized horses, they were race horses, show stallions, they were her pride and joy, the reason she became so rich. I took back a piece of meat to the kitchen and cooked it for her and watched her eat it. Shortly after, she found out what I did and came straight to me. That was the day I discovered she was a witch. She placed a curse on me; one that would make me crave blood and flesh for the rest of eternity. I killed my friends because I was thirsty, and my family proclaimed me a devil and banished me away."
"There must be some sort of reversal spell or cure for it?"
"There was, and I killed my only way." She said with another sigh. "I went back to the witch, killing all her servants and prized possessions one by one, day by day, wanting her to know she was going to be the last. When that day came, I drained her of every drop of blood in her body. Then I found a letter addressed to me. It was from her, and she said that because I killed her the curse will never be reversed. See, only the witch who did it can reverse it, and I destroyed my chance."
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
"Don't be, I've had over two hundred years to see the wrongs that I did. I spent the remainder of those years controlling my bloodlust and need to kill. I vowed from then on to never drink from a vein again. It took a few decades, but I did it, now I drink out of blood bags."
"And where do you get them from?"
"I steal them from a hospital; last time was a little while ago actually so I'll have to top up when we pass one."
"I would have thought you stopped drinking it? Especially after everything."
"It's harder then you think. Plus it's what keeps me alive; I don't drink it I die. I take a little bit every so often, just to keep me going and make me stronger."
"So how old would that make you now?"
"I'm twenty six, but because of what happened, I'm two hundred and thirty four, an age I'm not proud of."
"It's ok, I'm sure you'll be ok."
"I will, no need to worry about me. I showed your friend last night I can take care of myself." She giggled. "I am sorry for that."
"We weren't going to tell you anything, so we understand why you did that thing you did."
"I try not to make a habit of compelling people; I don't like using things that make me look bad."
"It doesn't, it's a cool thing."
"I see it as bad because with it I can do anything. I can get into anywhere; make people do anything I want, even take their life. I am the world's greatest predator; the curse designed me to kill. It gave me the tools to do so. But now I try to use them to show I'm not what the curse made me. But seeing as I'm going to hell anyway, I'm trying to convince the devil to take it easy on me down there."
"Well good on you." I said giving her a smile. "I'm sure you'll do good on it too."
"I hope to."
"Well thanks for telling me, I've been curious about it since last night."
"You're welcome, if we're going to be travelling together it maybe best to get to know others."
"Good point, that was a good talk." I said getting up and turning to walk about.
"Any time." She replied. I enjoyed that talk; I thought vampires were cold hearted monsters that didn't care about anything. That talk proved me wrong. Sure she's done a plenty of bad things in the past, but she's making up for it now. I believe that there are two places you go to after you die, a place for good people, and other for bad. I believe she won't go to the bad like she believes. I also believe that everyone deserves a second chance, and from what I've just heard, she should have that chance. She's doing all she can to correct the wrongs she's done.
I padded back towards the fire pit and lay down beside the ashes, just enjoying watching the others placing bets on Cody and Chris if they can hit certain things and setting challenges for them. Still their competition continued. Now it seemed they were to throw a pebble at the same can, but make the pebble ricochet and land in a bin a few feet away. Still both magnificently and very impressively pulled it off. Never had I seen such accuracy. But apparently, my dad had the same, just not to their level. I had been thinking most of the night, not joining in on their conversations, about my parents being the Starnik. I wished that I could look at Tony's book again and see their pictures, but it was burnt and destroyed in the fire, along with my book and knowledge to do what I can. I still couldn't get my head around the fact I was the descendant of the Starnik, the almighty beings that made the country as it was. I was proud to be their daughter. What scared me the most was that my dad was human for most of his life; I couldn't get my head around that either.
But then came the matter of my things. My book of shadows was destroyed with everything else. All my spells, entries and notes I've made, all gone. From now on, I'd have to remember what I can and come up with my own, if I can do that. Michael was rebuilding the fire, feeling the cold. We were up higher in the country; it wasn't as warm as it was in the last town we just came back from. It was bearable, but obviously not for him. "Don't like the cold?" I asked.
"Nope, hate it. But that's just me, I feel it more then the others." He replied dumping a load of logs in the pit. He looked at me and a smile grew on his face. "Hey, wanna see something? It might cheer you up."
"Sure." I replied with a smile. His smile grew even more and he sat down and placed a hand on one of the logs. Suddenly, that one log burst into flames.
"That's amazing."
"It sure is" He said waving a hand over it and the fire extinguished. "Where I used to live with Melissa, I was called a "human spark stick" by the cafeteria staff when the ovens wouldn't light."
"Sounds weird." I giggled.
"I didn't like it particularly, but at least I was useful." Watching him gave me an idea. One of the few spells I remembered I could show him. I averted my eyes from him and set them a gaze on the pile of logs. "Fires that shine at night, make these logs catch alight." Just like when Michael did it, the pile sparked from inside before the entire pile was set ablaze like as if someone had poured fuel on them.
"Did you do that?" Michael asked stunned and in awe.
"Yeah." I replied now for some reason taking a shy tone in my voice and reaction.
"Don't be nervous, it's pretty cool."
"You think?"
"Certainly, you have you're family's power in your veins, of course it's impressive."
"So my dad could really move things with his mind?"
"Yeah, and your mom could heal, Dakota and teleport and your sister a shield."
"I'm just a witch, nothing special about that." I said hanging my head, thinking my gift wasn't all that good.
"Not from what I heard, Tony told me you healed him, and threw a guy out a window without touching him."
"I don't know if I did, I could have just said something without knowing."
"It would make sense if you could, and it proves you're the same pup I saw born two years ago."
"It's a little weird talking to people about it, seeing as I never have before."
"It's good to talk about it. When I was found by some people who could help me, they managed to get my anger under control and therefore my powers. Actually, thinking about it. The day I met your mom and dad, he told me the same thing. That talking about it can get things off your chest and help you to control them better."
"You knew him well huh?"
"We were like brothers, and I supported him when he was with your mom. They were the happiest couple I had ever seen."
"I guess it tore you apart when they died."
"It did, more then anything. David and I ran in the direction Sam ran in to try and catch him. But we couldn't find him, so we guessed he died in some alley somewhere and was piled with the dead. I was going to hunt him down, find him and make him suffer for what he did. But because we didn't find him, we assumed he died from the wound your dad gave him. So we gave up."
"Looks like you were wrong, because it seems he's after me now." I said hanging my head.
"He can try, but he would lay a fingertip on you, not while we're around. Plus I don't think Tony could live with himself if anything happened to you." We both looked over to him, leant against an electricity pole watching Chris and Cody play there game.
"He's all I have left of family; he's the closest thing I had to one. If anything happened to him I couldn't live with myself either."
"Tony can look after himself, I've seen. But we are all looking out for each other. Ok?"
"Ok, thank you." I said giving him a friendly smile. "Everyone is so nice around here." I added in a happier tone.
"We like to make things positive. Chris and Cody do a great job of it." We both looked at them to see they were still playing that game.
"Why do they do that? Surely they know they can't beat each other."
"It keeps them occupied, plus it's funny to watch, and impressive."
"It is. Do they always act this goofy?"
"Always." We both started laughing, not only at them, but that it seems the while I'm going to be with them are going to be full of fun and games with them around. When we settled down, he continued. "Sometimes we do little games with our powers, just to spice things up a little bit."
"What do you mean?"
"We do things like power battles, going against each other to see who wins, but without hurting each other. Whoever draws blood loses. Also just while we're talking we'll use them. We like to use them as often as possible."
"Aren't you worried someone may see you?"
"People like us are coming out all over the world; we don't need to fear who we are and doing it in public. If they don't like it then screw them."
"True." Just then, a woman's laughter filled my ears. I looked across the fire pit to see Skye and Tess laughing to the other side. "What are they finding so funny?"
"Girl talk, how would I know?"
"I'll go find out then." So I left him and walked over to the girls. They turned out and saw me approaching.
"Hey Myka, what's up?" Skye asked with a friendly smile.
"Nothing, just coming over to chat if that's ok?"
"Sure, take a spot." Tess said pointing around her. I took the spot of dirt in front of them and lay down. "So what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, Kristy gave me the idea of finding out more about you guys, especially if we're travelling together."
"I'll leave you guys to it then." Skye said getting up.
"You don't have to go." I said.
"It's ok; I need to talk to Tony anyway."
"So what do you want to know?" Tess asked.
"Anything." I replied. She laughed, finding my question funny.
"Ok. Well, I was born in Alaska, grew up with the hard life of living in a homestead with my dad in the wild, open to the elements. My mom died when I was five and I lived out there with him."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I replied.
"Don't be, it was a long time ago. So anyway, I lived out in the forest with him all my life, I was an only child so I was all he had. We loved each other and looked out for each other, I loved that life."
"What happened?"
"I found out about my ability. That's what. When I was seventeen, he was shooting at a target out the back of our home. I came running out whilst he was reloading and stopped just as he fired. The bullet hit me, but it bounced off. I wasn't hurt, but he was guilt ridden. He couldn't live with the fact that I should be dead. My skin wasn't the issue; it was the fact that I should be dead. He couldn't live with it. A week later he was gone. He left a note saying he loved me and that he couldn't be with me anymore. That I should be dead and every time he saw me he was reminded of that day. He left me the house, and everything inside."
"That's awful."
"I got used to it. He taught me everything to survive out there, how to deal with the bears, wild wolves, keep warm, everything. But then he upped and left because of me. Years later I was on a trip in Montana where I met Skye. She was nearly hit by a car, so I jumped in front of it. I was fine, and so was she, that was more important. From then on she made me a part of this little group; it was a way of using my ability for a good use."
"I don't understand, if he loved you so much, he should be happy you're not dead."
"He did love me, I was all he had. It was the fact he had to see me walking around every day when I should be dead. I reminded him of the fact that he shot me, and he couldn't take it."
"You all seem to have a bad past."
"This was in the days before the Starnik did what they did, before they came out of hiding. This was in the time where people didn't think people like us existed. So it came to a shock to him that I can't be killed by anything hitting me with force. I can still bleed if I'm slashed and something is gently put into me like an injection. Here feel." She held out her arm and took my paw and placed it on it. It felt like a normal arm. I could feel skin, muscle, bone, it was normal. I pulled my paw away and watched what she was about to so. She grabbed a short but thick stick and without warning, smashed it against her arm with such a force it should be broken. She wasn't even left with a scratch. I placed both my paws over it, expecting to feel a break or something different inside, but no, nothing. She didn't even wince.
"That's incredible." I said removing my paws.
"It's ok, every guy I've been with never found out, they never touch me hard enough to find out."
"So harder then diamonds I heard."
"It's just a saying, sounds better then titanium."
"Fair enough."
"Life's good now, I enjoy it."
"I'm sure your dad would be proud of you."
"I hope so too." She said with a smile. "Is that all?"
"Kinda, I can't think of anything else to ask." I said with a light giggled.
"Well it looks like Cody and Chris have finished their pointless game, why don't you go and talk to them." I turned around and looked at them. They seemed to have called it quits, now they were sat on the other side of the fire from Michael. They too finding the mildly chilly temperature a little too much.
"So I'm not the only one who thinks it's dumb?" I giggled as I stood up.
"Nope, but at least it keeps them occupied." We both laughed again as I walked away and around the fire towards them.
"Hey, so she finally has the gut to talk to us." Chris said.
"I haven't been ignoring you." I said sitting in front of them.
"Sure, but you go around talking to the others." Cody replied.
"You were playing that stupid game, so I had to wait."
"Ok, we'll let you slide."
"Why do you play it if you can't beat each other?"
"Because it's fun, just seeing what we can do." Cody answered.
"We like to strain ourselves seeing how good we really are, so far there's nothing we haven't hit." Chris added.
"How did it start for you, I've been asking everyone this as I just want to know about you guys if we're travelling together."
"Sure, we'd be glad to tell you." I made myself more comfy to listen into their story. I've listened to everyone's so far, just three more left after them. As I lay down, Chris continued. "Well, we lived in a care home when we were younger. Apparently our mom wasn't expecting twins and couldn't cope with it. And our dad wasn't around anymore so it was the only thing she could do. We always looked out for each other; we didn't do anything unless the other would."
"We started to think we could do things when we were around fourteen." Cody continued. "We started playing games like we did just now. Hit the can and slowly start making it harder. We soon discovered no matter how hard we made the shot, we'd always hit it. Later on in life we still discovered more things about us and how it worked. We went to the same university; together we studied science of the body. While we were there, we began to become more interested in our abilities, and how they worked. When the classes were over or during our lunch break, we'd sneak into the labs and safety areas to do tests on each other, physical tests like throwing, shooting, and other things. We came to the same conclusions." Chris then added.
"We don't have a power like Michaels' or Mel's; ours are one that is more to do with our internal bodies. When we become too psyched up, our adrenaline levels rise far beyond normal. Except our bodies do much more. Our bodies shoot a more concentrated boost of naturally occurring adrenaline into our system caused by our heart rate beating at a rate of nearly four hundred beats per minute, it did it when we want it to or when we don't. It makes our shots more accurate sure, but much more." Then it went back to Cody.
"What is does is it makes our reactions quicker, time around us feels and looks like it's slowed, we could just about see a bullet shoot out of a gun, our vision sharper, our awareness heightened. In Jenny and David's eyes, we were the ultimate assassins. The more we tested, the more we began to trust in our ability. To the point where we both did a duel and we shot each others bullet in-between us. We lived out in a forest, feeling it was the safest place for us, and the best area to practise and shoot. Once we both shot an elk in-between the eyes from two miles away. We planned it out and calculated everything, and we pulled it off." Then it once again went back the Chris. These two liked to swap in conversation, trying to say the most in the story.
"After we met Michael, he put us in touch with Jenny and David who trained us better and made us two of the greatest predators on the planet."
"Beside Kristy." Cody snickered.
"I heard that!" I heard her yell from inside her car.
"Who are Jenny and David, I keep hearing a lot about them."
"Well why don't you go and talk to them, I'm sure they won't bite." Chris said pointing over to one of the cars. They were sat in the back of a pick up truck they drove here.
"Maybe I will, thanks for the talk."
"No problem, see you around." Cody said as I walked away. All these people were so nice, I was glad they were here to protect me. David and jenny was a couple who I found staring at me a lot of last night, but acted as thought they weren't. There was something about them that I liked, something that for some strange and bizarre reason, made me feel close to them. It was some mental thing; I just ignored it, why would I feel close to someone who I've only just met? My approaching caught their attention, and they looked down at me with smiles just like everyone else.
"Hey, do you mind if I join in?" I asked.
"Sure hop up." Jenny replied, scooting over and tapping the tailgate they sat on. I jumped up and sat in-between them them.
"What's up?" David asked.
"Well everyone's been telling me about themselves and you're the last people besides Melissa."
"Well just so you know, she walked a little way into the trees, she's been a while so good luck finding her."
"I'll look later. Tell me about yourselves." I said getting comfy, but it was a little hard on the metal surface I lay on.
"You wanna go first, yours is more exciting." David said looking at his wife.
"Leave the best until last my dear, you first."
"Ok." He chuckled and looking down at me. "Well, there's not really much to tell. I grew up a normal life; met Jenny at a pep rally got married had a kid, that's it really."
"Come on, it's got to be more exciting them that." I said slightly disappointed.
"Ok, maybe I missed a few things. Don't be mad, but we used to work for the Ditori, the people who tried to take you." I felt a small rush of fear sweep over me, not only at the mention of their name, but the fact they used to be one of them. "The pep rally we met at was a hunting group, in a town that was trying to legalise wolf hunting, and we were with them. In those days we were against the protection of wolves, we wanted it to be legal to kill them. That was when we met the Ditori. First we thought they were a group that had the power to oppose the government, but we were so wrong. They were a group that actually went out and killed them themselves. A part of the initiation was to kill a wolf. Sadly we did. We regretted joining them. We thought they were just a protest group, not a secret organization. We tried to leave, but it was a situation were if you leave they track you down and kill you, for they fear you'll snitch on them to the government. Seeing we were no use in killing wolves, and our past history in the military, they assigned us as their personal assassins, to kill the humans that tried or planned to leave. We thought it would be better then killing wolves. Then we had a kid, but because of their rules, we were forced to give him up to a care home. We met him several years later, and we stayed in touch. He knew we loved him."
"You say "knew" and "loved", what happened?"
"He was killed in the battle where your parents were killed."
"Does everyone here have a sad past or is it just me?"
"We're all victim of either the war or family issues."
"So what about you Jenny, tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm sure someone's already told you I'm a supernatural." She started and I nodded in confirmation that I knew. "When I was around sixteen, I started having dreams; dreams that I soon found that always came true within a few days. I paid no attention to them, passing them off as a complete coincidence. But one night, had I had dream of a woman getting shot in a robbery. The next day, I was walking down a street when a man ran past me, and further up the street a store had just been robbed and a woman was dead. The man and woman were exactly how I saw them in the dream. Had I listened to it, I could have stopped him and she would have lived. From then on, I paid close attention to what I dreamed about and tried to stop or see through that they happened. I didn't dream every night, it happened twice a week, not even that. As the years passed, it started to develop to the stage where I saw something when I touched something, not every time I did, it was hard to get one on command and didn't always work, but if I did they always happened sooner or later. At that pep rally i bumped into David, but we didn't talk, just glanced at one another, ,nd it was when I was twenty six and in a jewellery store and picked up a ring that I saw something that shocked me. I saw David and me getting married. The next day I bumped into him in town and started the crazy woman act of telling him I had a vision of us getting married."
"I really did think you were crazy." He chuckled.
"But you loved me for it." She smiled as kissed his cheek. "So anyway, he did love me for my courage in coming up to him and ranting on about that. Not many girls would. You told me you liked the crazy ones."
"It's true." He added.
"We started dating, and I tried to prove to him what I could do. We saw an advertisement for a drag race and when I touched it, I saw a man getting hit by a car just down the road from us. We ran, he was trying to convince me to stop with the act. But when we arrived at the street, I saw the car speeding down the road and the old man stepping out. So I pushed him out the way and he lived, the car didn't even slow down. That was the day I convinced him, and made him believe that I could see the future and that we were to get married. He proposed to me that night, but we had to wait until I saw it would happen, which was two years later. Then we met the Ditori, I got pregnant, and it wasn't until a few years after we met our son again did we finally escape them. Now we're on the run just as much as you are. Our son introduced us to Michael and we travel with him and the others."
"Sounds like everyone had led a weird past as well as a bad one."
"That's not all. Since the battle two years ago, my premonitions still developed. Now I can see two minutes into my own timeline at will. So whatever happens from now, and if it's to do with me, not anyone else I'll know. I can see what will happen around me in that space of time. I can see what will happen if I go down one route or another, how time would play itself out if I went down those routes."
"So what will happen in the next two minutes?" I asked. She didn't even take a second to do anything. She took my paw in her hand and held it palm up.
"In your head, count to forty eight." I nodded and did just that. "So not only am I able to see future events further in the future, but what can happen in the next two minutes. I can see if I were to come face to face with a man with a gun, which direction I'd have to go to avoid his bullet. I can literally dodged bullets. I know that Cody is about the throw an acorn at Michael and he'll turn around and swear." I looked down to them and saw just that. "And I know that in three seconds, a leaf will land in your paw." Just as I reached forty eight, a leaf blew out of a tree and landed right in the middle of my paw. "Kristy may be the ultimate predator, and Chris and Cody good assassin like we taught them. But I can see where my target is going to be before they get there. I can tell one of them that and they can make the shot, not that we've test that out yet, they are still yet to kill someone. I doubt they could do it to be honest." She said looking over at them. "They should stick to hunting."
"Maybe they should, who would want to kill their own species."
"Only if they had no choice, like we did. What would you prefer, your species or ours?"
"You seriously can't be asking me that?" I asked, unable to come up with an answer.
"That's what we thought." David answered. "We didn't want to kill anyone, but then we thought that the humans were going to or had done wrong against an innocent species. Our entire perception of wolves changed ever since."
"So, you never did really believe in their rules or what they did?"
"Not since we joined them, no."
"That's good to hear; now I feel a little better." I giggled and they laughed. "How did you come to meet my family?"
"Your dad was friends with our son, we met him through our son and he put us in touch with Michael. It's a long complicated Story. I'm sure you'll get to hear it some day." For another strange and bizarre reason, I found myself staring into her eyes.
"This is weird, but there's something in your eyes that look familiar."
"Really?" She asked puzzled and nervous at the same time. "Why's that?"
"They look familiar."
"They're the same colour as yours, which might be why?"
"I know that, but there's something else about them."
"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" David asked, snapping me out of my trance.
"Yeah, I just wanted to get to know the people I'm travelling with, that's all."
"You said you wanted to see Mel next right?" I nodded. "I saw her walk into the trees; I think there's some creak or stream in there, she likes to spend time around the water."
"Ok, thanks for the talk." I said jumping down.
"You're welcome." Jenny said. On the way into the woodland, I passed Tony. I told him where I was going, that I'd be careful and that I'd be back shortly. With that, I stepped into the small woodland and quickly picking up a scent. I wasn't sure if was hers, but I assumed it was and followed it. It was five minutes later I found her laying beside a small stream like the one I made vanish, on her back with one hand dipped in the water and looking up through a gap in the trees.
"Are you ok?" I asked on approached. She turned her head, but remained on the ground.
"Hey." She replied with a smile. "Just chilling, what are you doing?"
"Looking for you?"
"And why's that?"
"You seem bored, and I guessed that was why you walked out here, so I thought I'd keep you company."
"I'd like that, thanks. Are Chris and Cody still playing their game?"
"Naa, they finished a few minutes ago. Pretty dumb right?"
"It keeps them busy. And stops them from messing with us."
"Jokers are they?"
"Totally." She giggled.
"I'm just curious, how did all this start for you? How did you find out about what you could do?"
"Is that why you really came here?"
"Kinda, I thought if I'm going to be travelling with you guys then I should know who you are."
"Fair enough." She said sitting up and turning to face me. "So what do you want to know?"
"Anything."
"Well, I was born in Arizona, surrounded by swamps and water, it was heaven for me. Ever since I was a little girl I had a fascination with water, I didn't know why, I just thought it was because I was young. I went to school, finding I soon became the girl's punching bag; I was picked on a lot back then. It continued to get worse and worse until I met a good friend. When I was twelve, I found a little cove a mile from my house, on-one had been there before. It was a little pond, surrounded by grass and full of flowers. The trees hung all the way to my head with their vines, it was serenity. There I found I had a gift. I'd find when I touch the water it would ripple all over the surface, or something else would happen. Soon I discovered I could manipulate it, I could make it move and make shapes on the surface. Then I created a friend out of it, a water horse I named Nala. She helped me over come the bully's and my fears as well as teaching me how to control my gift better. She told me it was an amazing thing. As I grew up I started seeing her less, the more I learnt and the more it developed the less she'd come to me or the harder I found it to make her appear again. When the day came that I beat up the girl who had picked on me and I told my parents want I could do, I never saw her again or was able to bring her back. Sometimes and rarely do I hear her voice in my head, helping me through tough times."
"What did your parents think of you?"
"We were a deep Christian family. They took it as a sign that I was touched by an angel or something like that. They accepted me and still do. They promised not to tell anyone, but soon people started noticing my strange goings on and interests. They started spying on me and saw what I could do. Some took it fine, but others took it as a problem and started spreading the word. I was found by the same people who found Michael. They helped me to stop the lies and rumours going out about me. They stopped those telling others what they saw, how I don't know, but they did. I started living at their place, it was a safe place for people like us, we could go into town and still act like normal and do what we did best without fearing what others saw. It was a place where we were accepted as who we are."
"How did you meet my family?"
"I met them shortly after I moved into the SRC. That was the name of the place we lived in. We had a little gang going, me, Michael, another friend, and your family. The guy who found us all was called John; he was like the dad of our little family. He cared for us and gave us shelter."
"Did he die in the battle too?"
"Shortly after you were born, the forest outside the building caught fire, your mom, sister and Michael went out to stop it. She left you in the care of John and threatened to eat him if anything happened to you. But they came running in, killed him along with many others and took you. By the time they returned he was too far gone for your mom to bring back and she wanted to kill herself for leaving you."
"This war sounded bad."
"It was, five of our gang died that day, leaving only Michael and I left." She said. Thinking back to that day, a tear fell down her face.
"It seems no-one has had a good past, Kristy was turned into a monster, Chris and Cody were orphans, Tess's father left her and everyone else seems to have lost someone in this war."
"We did, Jenny and David lost their son, Michael and I lost your family a good friend and John, you lost your family. Everyone lost someone because of the Ditori."
"Mel! Myka! Come back, we need to get moving!" We heard Michael yell from back at the camp.
"Well thanks for telling me, I'm sorry you got upset."
"Don't be." She said wiping that tear away. "One thing Nala taught me was that it was good to remember the bad things of the past. They are what makes you stronger."
Knowing the people you're going to be around for a while is a good thing to do. That way you don't feel awkward about any subjects you fear you might touch and spark something inside them that you shouldn't have. Thanks for letting me know guys there are more then two people reading this, it makes me smile and get excited when my phone goes off saying there's an update. Until Next time guys. :)
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