AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello again! I am not dead! And it is a surprise to me as well! Here's your new chapter! Have fun reading it! Why was I late? Lemme see... (checks list) I had to get eggs for Mom. That's why I'm late. If you have any issues, take it up with the lady!
To the reviewer who mentioned the lack of formatting to signify mental conversations: Remedied.
There is also a lemon scene at the end. Now this won't be an everyday thing. I rated the story M mainly because of the sexual overtones and the language so future chapters might have mild suggestive content or straight-out sex scenes as shown in this chapter. For the ones who have a problem with lemons. The scene is at the end and you are free to skip it. I have marked it down as well. The others can read it.
I also updated the previous chapters since I had missed a lot of spelling errors for some reason. The plot hasn't changed and neither has the wording so don't worry about missing anything.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan and Disney does. This story is not for the sake of making any profit. It is for the sake of earning reviews. Which I am waiting for. Eagerly.
THAT'S IT! ENJOY!
(runs away before anyone manages to hit me)
Epic Training Montage
"Normal Talking"
'Mental Conversations/Thinking'
"Radio Talk"
'Magic Speak'
Date: 19th May 2005
Location: Middle of nowhere
Time: 0200 hours
"Red-Nine, this is White-Cross, Come in."
"Red-Nine, here."
"Target is heading your way. Are you ready?"
"Roger. Standing by."
A figure clad in grey clothes snaked an arm to the insides of her cloak and brought out a stiletto wrought from a black metal. Tossing it to her right arm, the young sentinel held it in a reverse grip, peeked over the edge of the ledge, watching as the motorcade drove her way, ready to pounce. Thigh muscles tensed themselves and loosened a moment later. A leaf, brown and wrinkled, fell from a branch. Swaying from the weak gusts of wind, it landed on the cold earth with nary a sound. The leaf had not yet rested upon the ground fully when the sentinel leaned over the edge and let herself free-fall over the edge. Unlike the leaf, she landed on top of the 10-seater limousine with a dull thud as the car entered the tunnel. A glass panel slide over the roof of the car and a bald man popped his head out holding a sub-machine gun in his hands. Looking at the young girl with a bored face standing on the roof of the speeding car, he did what many in his place would've done. Quite stupidly too one might add.
He widened his eyes and checking to make sure that the safety on the weapon had been switched off, he began shooting at her in measured bursts of five. Not one to be stunned by such a stereotypical reaction, the sentinel leapt over the barrage of bullets headed towards her heart. Twisting her body while in the air, she extended an arm towards the guard still trying to pump her full of holes, and with a jerk of her wrist shot a small knife at her assaulter. The knife flew straight, cutting the air as it flew and made its home in the left eye-socket of the man holding the gun. Screaming upon finding a knife hilt-deep in his eye, the man dropped the gun and fell down the sunroof. The Sentinel meanwhile, landed on the roof of the car again, and after wasting a third of the second getting her body in sync with the relative velocity of the speeding and swerving car, brought her right hand, still holding the black stiletto, down in an arc on the roof of the car. The blade went through the roof of the car and managed to bury itself till its hilt. The sentinel jerked it once to make sure that it was secure and fell off the side of the car while still holding onto the dagger.
Now hanging off the side of the car, with only a dagger stopping her from becoming roadkill, she took a moment to check her reflection in the blacked-out windows. Using her only free hand to tuck a loose strand of hair back behind her ear, she deemed her visage camera-friendly and smacked the soles of her boots against each other causing two-inch-long spikes to come out of the tips of the shoes. Pushing against the car door with her feet, she jumped back a bit and gave herself some momentum and managed to lodge the spikes into the door of the car on the way back, giving her an efficient foothold and taking some pressure off of her hand. Raising her left hand and bringing it up to the window, she politely knocked on it and waiting for it lower.
The window lowered itself showing her the insides of the car. A man in a white suit sat covered by two bulky men, each aiming a gun at her. The guards were both surprised to find a girl, who didn't even look 18, hanging on the side of the door with one hand. They guessed the hand that was missing was near the knife that had somehow managed to get through the roof of the car. But despite the surprise they felt, they showed none of it; faces stoic as ever, not looking away from the grinning girl. The man, on the other hand, was openly gaping at the sight of the young girl.
"Pleasant weather out here, isn't it?" she said with a grin.
The guards responded by squeezing their fingers on the trigger and calling upon a rain of bullets onto the girl. Time slowed down as she saw one, two, and three bullets heading her way. The muscles in her legs coiled and with a quick and strong pull from her right foot, the spike came loose and she spun her body to brace her back against the side of the car, the bullets passing by and hitting the walls of the tunnel.
"That's not how you treat a lady!" she screamed over the wind. "Did your mother never teach you manners?". The driver seeing her in the side mirror swerved the car towards the wall of the tunnel. Seeing the fast-approaching wall of concrete and death, she let out a sigh and said, "I just want to have a quick chat! I promise I won't hurt you," she said, legs already running up the walls of the tunnel as she flipped back onto the roof of the car.
Hearing the thud of flesh against metal once again, the guards inside did not waste a moment before starting to empty the cartridge into the velvet-lined ceiling of the car. Seeing as how the roof was about to have more holes in it than a block of Swiss cheese, the sentinel pulled her knife out and ran along the roof, dodging the incoming barrage of bullets. She soon found herself running towards the front of the car and out of dodging space. Seeing a large electronic monitor hanging from the roof of the ceiling —the advert on it guaranteed that eating their food, cats would grow a coat of fur twice as thick— she held the dagger in her mouth by the hilt and jumped up as best as she could. Seeking out a narrow ledge near the bottom of the monitor, her fingers hung onto it as best as they could, while her feet swung around using her previous momentum. The sole of her feet stuck upon the back of the monitor and without a second thought, she let go of her fingers. A tiny sliver of magic made its way through her body and reached the sole of her feet where it moulded with the metallic monitor and held together with the two objects. She swung in an arc using her feet, stuck firmly to the back of the monitor, as the centre of her arc.
The bullets sailed harmlessly past her head. Keeping to her arc, she shifted her balance to her feet. Thigh muscles coiled like those of a cheetah, she pushed with all her might and let go of the back of the giant screen, cutting off the flow of magic to let her leap onto the moving car's roof again.
Not waiting for any pleasantries this time around, she dashed towards the side. The guards in their hurry to kill their unnamed assailant had forgotten all about the open window.
Her perception of time slowed again. The sentinel lowered herself, bending forwards at her waist and extended her arms in front of her. Forgetting all notions of conventional physics, she reached down and hooked her fingers and held onto the upper door frame. The muscles in her legs coiled once and without waiting to secure her hold on the door frame, she jumped, flipping through the air like a pendulum. Bringing her legs close to her chest, she turned clockwise, her arms holding onto the ledge even as the muscles tensed and stretched under the pressure of the manoeuvre, and before the guards could say 'Edward KingFisher', she finished the spin. Pulling her chest close to her arms, she barreled right into the limo through the open window. The dagger in her mouth found itself in her right hand and before either of the guards had the chance to raise their guns, two quick and efficient slashes ensured they found themselves missing a hand.
"Mr Diaz," the young Sentinel began, ignoring the screaming guards and the blood that had sprayed over her face and her clothes, "what a pleasant surprise seeing you here! Wouldn't you agree?"
All Diaz could do was look on as his finest were reduced to a mess from the loss of a limb. He looked at his bodyguards and then at the invader, then at the two hands lying on the floor of the car, fingers still hooked around the guns. Seeing the distracted man not paying any attention to her, she smashed the butt of the dagger into his face and broke his nose. The man groaned at the pain and made to cover his broken nose with both his hands, finally snapping out of the shock of seeing the brutal amputation and paying attention to the threat at hand.
"I tried reaching your secretary to set up a meeting with you, but for some reason, she never called back. I saw your car pass by while I was sightseeing over the East Tunnel and I thought, 'Heck, why not go and meet you.' It's a pity these well-bodied men had to suffer such," she said with a voice so sweet it could induce diabetes.
"W-What do you want, you monster?" Diaz asked, nursing his broken nose.
The young sentinel adopted a thinking pose and put a finger on her chin as she pretended to think. The expression was so exaggerated that it threw Diaz off the loop for a moment. Suddenly, she widened her eyes and snapped her fingers, smiling in the universal 'Eureka' pose. "I would like premier tickets to the new Spiderman movie if you don't mind. Come to think of it, I would like the premier tickets to every new Spiderman movie that is yet to be made," the teen replied.
Diaz was confused. 'What is the matter with her' he thought to himself.
"Red-Nine, stop wasting my time and get the objective. White-Cross out."
Sighing to herself at the rudeness of the incoming radio message, the sentinel gave up the innocent act. She reached towards Diaz, who flinched at her movement, and pulled out a handkerchief tucked in his suit pocket. She wiped her blood-splattered face with it before throwing it out of the still-moving car. Looking at the two worthless bodyguards still groaning in pain on the floor, she quickly snapped her fingers and a handful of magical golden dust fell over their heads and they promptly fell face-first on the floor of the car.
Cleaning the blood stuck on her dagger on the back of the fallen guard, she finally turned to look at Diaz, who was looking at her with a healthy amount of fear in his eyes, trying to back himself up into the corner of the seat and mould himself with it to escape her. The sentinel ignored the pathetic attempts of the man in front of her to escape and proceeded to sheath her dagger in the sheathe that was tied to her waist.
She reached for a small button on her belt and pressing it spoke to her aide, "White-Cross, this is Red-Nine. Copy."
"Red-Nine, this is White-Cross. I copy."
"Send the dossier to my coordinates ASAP, White-Cross."
"Wilco, Red-Nine. Over and Out."
The girl waited a few moments, spending those seconds glaring a hole in Diaz's eyes and then snapped her fingers again. Like the last time, golden dust fell out of the air and drifted down towards the bottom of the car. However, when it passed through her hands, there was a brown dossier waiting in her previously empty outstretched palms. She opened the plain brown-paper dossier and the first picture on the top greeted Diaz's eyes. It was a picture of him lying dead in his office. A gun in his hand and a splatter of blood on the wall behind him. He gave a gasp at the picture and then promptly fainted in his seat. But not before he peed his pants.
Looking at the disgusting man, Misty changed her seat to sit on the opposite side and wondered how she got here in the first place.
Date: 27th April 2005. New Moon Day.
Location: The Sanctuary || Lady Moon's Lair.
Time: 2300 hours.
"Eight-Eight"
"Eight-Nine"
"Ninety"
"That will do for tonight," Selene spoke from where she was sitting on the dais. Upon hearing her word, a tired and sweaty Misty looked down towards the ground. Heaving in the air at the respite, she chose to relax for a moment. She closed her eyes to concentrate. One might think that hanging upside-down from the rafters would send enough blood to their brain for it to work sharper and faster. Of course, they did not have the exact predicaments that Misty had.
Hanging on a metal pole, 8 meters off the ground, with her legs, Misty had both her arms extended sideways. A dagger was precariously balanced on the centre of each palm while they had a golden glow encompassing them. Further our from the range of her arms were two buckets, both filled with water. At first glance, it might appear that Misty was using some form of telekinesis to hold the buckets of water up and preventing them from falling on the ground. But things are hardly what they seem. Taking a second glance at the buckets would reveal a weirder predicament. The buckets, filled with water, were not only floating in mid-air, obviously with Misty's golden magic, but were also upturned, or rather down-turned, so that the open end was facing the floor. So instead of the magic holding the bucket up, it was holding back the water inside the bucket and holding it in place to prevent the bucket from falling down.
Misty opened her eyes a moment later and with another golden flash around her hands, the buckets slowly turned around and then lowered themselves to the ground. Seeing the buckets safely on the ground, she closed her fingers around the daggers, smoothly flipping them to hold them hilt first. She sheathed them on the belt tied to her waist and in a smooth motion, moved her torso up so her arms could grab hold of the metal bar. Unhooking her legs from their place, she patiently waited, while Selene used her magic to smoothly lower the rod. When her distance from the floor was relatively reduced, she let go and landed in a crouch, gracefully getting up and standing in front of Lady Moon.
"Well done, Sentinel." Misty straightened her back at the praise but kept still in her place, eyes gazing unflinchingly at her teacher. "It seems that you can finally do the basics without screwing up seven ways to Tartarus. You have practised enough for the day," Selene spoke waving a hand and conjuring a towel in front of Misty which she gladly took, "but it is almost time for you to get back to bed. Finish your resting exercises and then sleep till dawn."
Misty started wiping the sweat from her brow with the proffered towel, which was slightly cold and worked wonders on her skin. "What of tomorrow, my lady?" she questioned.
Her two months, lunar months since Selene refused to have a calendar following the solar cycle, –for reasons that included a shovel, a big purple sock which might've been made to fit Bigfoot, and her own ego– at the Sanctuary had been nothing and everything like she had imagined at first. Her day had been cut up in four sections, which were always the same but never in the same order: Rest, Train, Meditate, Learn. When she had been told about her daily schedule the morning after she woke up from her gender-swap ritual, she had been flummoxed.
When Selene had given her those books all those days ago and told her to rest as her training was going to start, she had thought of the many movies which had wild and energetic training montages. She wanted to climb up a mountain with a bucket of water on her shoulders, punch a wall till her knuckles bled and then punch it again, try and catch a fly with chopsticks, run an obstacle course with her eyes closed. Stuff like that. Instead, she got something weird...
Rest, as the word implied, was at the very least not straining on her system. She was allowed to do this when she woke up when she was about to go to sleep, and three times between those two events whenever she wanted; though not for over 30 minutes. In that time, she had to eat food to keep her energy up, sleep or lie down to recover her stamina, read the books that had been assigned to her and think about what other tortures her day held. She, of course, being a voracious reader when she was Tushar, had taken to reading like a hippocampus to water. Her assigned reading material, which explained the basic concepts of every art taught at the Sanctuary, was done with within a fortnight. The pages that Selene had bookmarked were interesting as they gave her a general overview of everything and saved her the trouble of reading everything. But she had decided to fuck those instructions and had read all the tomes from cover to cover. What she had read had fascinated her. Apart from the physical disciplines, the Sanctuary, or Memory Selene since she was the only teacher in here, taught four skills. Alchemy, Rituals, Spirit Magic, and Enchanting.
Alchemy was the use of the various plants and animal components that had special characteristics and mixing them in the correct form to prepare potions, poultices, poisons, philtres and more. They were used by Sentinels on duty to boost their attributes or provide them with special abilities for the duration that the potion lasted for. In rare cases, there were examples of poisons being used on darts or the blades of daggers to affect enemies adversely. Upon talking with Selene about the topic, Misty had come to know that Alchemy was a discipline that took over five years to master to an acceptable level. And as a Sentinel, Selene would not let Misty hold the title of Alchemist till she proved that she could create everything described in the book without referring to it and then pass a test devised by the original Selene to test whether she was truly worthy of holding the mantle of Alchemist. The path of Alchemist was rewarding but it took close to 10 years –8 if Misty proved to hold a natural eye for Alchemy– before she would be able to finish her education in that field. And since the crisis at hand could not be held back for another 10 years, Selene had confessed that she would not train her in the art till Kronos was dealt with. Still, she had begun the preliminary reading about the qualities of various components.
Rituals were, as the name implied, the art of making and performing rituals. For whatever purpose they were intended for. There were rituals for body enhancement, ones that could alter her body, rituals that could grant her status-effects that would let her escape the sight of a god, even rituals that would grant her a longer life. The Ritual of X'etessi, which Selene said she used to change her gender, was also mentioned in brief in one of the books she read. Sadly, with the Ritual Room being out of order, Selene informed that none of the more power-extensive rituals could be conducted there. Not till it was repaired and supplied with more energy to fuel those rituals. The former would take a lot of time given that Selene was not a celestial architect and, according to her, 'The Hephaestus brutes charge too fucking much!'. Still, Misty believed that maybe she could win a few favours from the right people one day and at the end of the uprising, she could get the Ritual Room repaired. Becoming a ritual master was an even complex journey with stuff to learn that Misty could not even begin to understand even with the books at hand. So she let that path be without touching it seeing as she was more interested in Alchemy anyways.
Spirit Magic and Enchantments were disciplines that were much easier to learn but took a lot of effort to master. As the name had implied, Spirit magic was performing magic by utilizing the energy in her soul or spirit and doing stuff with it. Or at least that was what Selene had claimed. Misty was still a bit sceptical when she was asked to concentrate on the region near her stomach to see if she could feel any hidden energy in that area. Needless to say, Misty tried to concentrate on the spot, and after spending three days while looking as if she suffered from acute constipation, she finally managed to find something in her gut.
Every Sentinel was required to have a basic understanding of Spirit Magic to aide them in dire situations when their body failed them. Normally, that process took a year. But Selene had drafted a weaker version of the course for Misty so she would have adequate training in the most basic of the basic arts before she was thrown out into the world to stop the rebellion.
Enchanting was the art of granting special attributes or properties to otherwise mundane objects. While very similar to rituals, Enchanting was usually done on inanimate objects instead of the body. And it took a lot less time to master. But with the limited time on hand, Selene had forbidden Misty from learning about Enchanting during her training time. She was permitted to study in her resting period but seeing as she already read about alchemy during that time, it was very hard for her to squeeze in time to study that art as well.
Finishing the tomes provided to her had given her a basic understanding of these arts. After she had been done with them, she had taken permission from Selene to access the library downstairs and take even more books to read from it. Some books were so old that when Misty tried to take them back to her quarters, Selene had stormed down the stairs to warn her to not do that and read them only in the reading area in the observatory. Doing otherwise would cause the stasis-enchantments on them to fail and cause them to decompose to dust. Some of the tomes were easier to take back to her room. She read avidly on alchemy, spirit-magic, and history. What had been fiction and mythology in her old world was a legend in her new one. So she had taken up some of the history books to refresh her knowledge as she did not wish to be under any misconceptions about any truth which might've been altered in the mundane world and she did not wish to rely on the hormone-riddled headache that called herself Mystery for information.
Training was not what she had hoped it would be. Instead of physical training or learning some form of martial arts, Selene helped her train in practising aspects of her Spirit Magic. Mainly her telekinesis and some minor alteration and illusion magic. She had insisted that Misty master those basics as much as she could before going out to fight as she might require them. And day after day, for over 8 hours, she was made to go through concentration exercises and made to ridiculous thing to get her body used to the feeling of performing spirit magic. Selene had insisted that with an increase in the usage of her spirit energy, or Mana as Misty had taken to calling it, her reserves would also increase. And as such, Selene had Misty grinding in that skill to get her accustomed to the skill as much as she could. By now, she had become more or less proficient in the simpler versions of the magic. She could perform the simpler tasks without straining her reserves and so, though she did not display it, Lady Moon was pleased.
Meditation was both, her least favourite and most favourite part of the day. She would spend it in the ruined Ritual Chamber sitting cross-legged in the centre, trying to connect with the link she had with Mystery. When Selene had originally asked her to do it, she had been hesitant. Mainly because she did not want to see the pervert in the flesh... but eventually the curiosity that ailed her from when she was 10 won and she had taken the position and begun her meditation.
Unlike Spirit-Magic, meditating to find her link with Mystery had not been hard at all. She had spent all of one hour emptying her head as much as she could when she felt a mental tug. Letting the force pull her, she was taken to a place in her mind where Mystery lived. She had opened her eyes again to find herself in a chamber which was similar to the Ritual Room. Except it wasn't destroyed. She had walked around the Pseudo-Sanctuary and eventually found Misty sleeping in her room. A few gentle nudges and she woke up from her nap and had screamed at her for close to twenty minutes before she realized that Misty had come to visit her. After that began the true reason behind her meditation. Apparently, when Lady Moon had put in Mystery's spirit in her body, she had done so for a reason: Availing the untrained Misty with the knowledge of a fully trained veteran Sentinel.
Of course, it hadn't been that easy. All of Mystery's training and instincts and skills were now stored somewhere in Misty's brain. Except Selene was not sure if she would be able to recall it all when the time came. So she was supposed to visit her mind every day and along with Misty, train in getting familiar with all her new skills. Contrary to what she had initially believed, training in her mindscape did affect her state in the real world.
After she had come out of her trance three hours later, she could remember all that they had practised. All the acrobatic manoeuvres that they had practised in the forest outside the lair were in her head and she felt as if she had been performing them for ages. Thinking of trying out something new, she had gone up to the dining room and grabbed a butter knife, planning to see if her mental skills would play out without her practising them with Mystery first. And unsurprisingly, when she had tried to perform one of the trickier moves with the knife, she had failed halfway through. All the memories were right there in her head for her to call on but when the knife was spinning three feet in the air, something inside her had panicked and she had fallen from her handstand and the knife had cluttered uselessly to her side. Apparently, just because she had the skills and her instincts would occasionally kick in, did not mean that she could consciously perform all of them at will.
It was as if two players were playing a video game with two controllers. Except that both controlled the same character. Mystery's controller would press all the right keys at all the right times and be ready to execute the moves flawlessly, but her controller was a bit more hesitant in those actions. It was as if the player had all the instructions written down on a cheat-sheat in front of him but would fumble with the keys at the last second due to nervousness.
So every day, she would return to a quiet place to retreat to her mindscape and meet with Mystery, who would guide here through seemingly impossible stunts and manoeuvres. But for some reason, she could easily perform them in her mindscape and once she had done them there, it was a piece of cake for her to do them out in the material world. She still wasn't sure how quick her instincts would kick in when she needed them to perform a previously untried move, but Mystery had assured her that the instincts would take over the wheel when the need would arise and make sure that she came out with both her boobs intact; which did not fill her with much confidence since her head was a decidedly higher priority than her boobs.
Speaking of the female pervert, Misty had formed a strong bond with her during her mental escapades. Turned out that they looked hauntingly similar, with her new body taking most of its features from Mystery. There were few changes in between them if any.
While her hair was raven black, a few shades darker than when he had been a boy, Mystery had striking white hair, almost snow-like. They had the same sharp features and same azure eyes, an unnatural shade of blue that she preferred greatly to her previous dull brown. Mystery had turned out to much more cultured than she let on in their little mental sorties. She actually did not joke around while Misty was training or was nervous about jumping from some high place... But her mind would focus on all the wrong things once she was done. She had a way with words that would make a sailor blush. But after spending a few weeks with her, Misty understood her better. She would only joke to reduce the tension in the room or to take Misty's mind off of her latest brush with death. And though she was suggestive of all sorts of pleasures when Misty first got her body, Mystery never put her hand on a wrong place while they were working in close quarters. Even when she had a chance to do it without being noticed by Misty. The sexy little potty-mouth was quite caring and thoughtful when it came to those she cared for. And she did care for Misty. Not just because she shared a body with her but because just like Misty could access all skills and memories of Mystery, she could do the same. And reading into her entire life before Misty became a Sentinel had led to a level of intimacy that spending time together could not have achieved. Though Mystery's life was filled with much more hardships and Tushar's life was a rainbow in comparison, the un-dead Sentinel Spirit never brought it up. Always treating the new girl as her equal. Which had made them fast friends. Misty had grown to trust Mystery with her life and since that day, had grown to enjoy her perverted comments. Although she still acted annoyed so her mind-mate wouldn't be encouraged to be even more brash than usual.
And finally, every breathing hour where she wasn't resting in her room or the observatory, training her magic under Selene, meditating to familiarize herself with the skills of Mystery, or just sleeping, was spent with Selene while Learning.
With a new Sentinel needing the guidance and training from Selene, she had stopped her outings into the outside world, choosing to spend her time telling Misty about the things that she would have to know as a Guardian of The Divide(trademark pending). She was taught about humans who had seen the celestial world, about immortals of special interest that had to be kept a close eye on, about the dirty laundry of all the celestials in power in case they needed to brought down a rung, and what secrets were kept sealed tighter than Artemis' maidenhead. She spent those hours going over old reports and records made by previous Sentinels that taught her about what was expected of her. She was told about their contacts in both, the mortal realm and the celestial realm. The ones she could trust and the ones that they held by their balls with the threat of a sword hanging over their heads. And all this she had to memorize and keep in her head for when the need would arise.
She had been at this for two months. She had been hoping ever since the first month ended that Selene would send her out somewhere to do something in the field to save the world but nothing such as that had happened yet. She was not sure yet whether Selene shared her ideals for the dramatics and the theatrics so she chose not to mention her need to go and do something Book-Worthy. Yet, she still hoped that she would be sent out on an espionage or sabotage mission to kill some people or wipe some data servers. And perhaps sensing her eagerness to go and do something or maybe just seeing that Misty was ready to take on her enemies, Selene decided to send her out on her first assignment.
"Tomorrow you are going to travel back to New York," Selene said. "Towards your first assignment." Misty squealed in excitement but to anyone who asked her, she would always say that she remained badass even in that exciting moment. Interrupting Misty's premature squealing, Lady Moon continued. "Do not get so eager so soon, young Sentinel. Your assignment shall last well over a month. And tomorrow is only the first stage of it. Which, according to all estimates and past cases, is bound to be very boring. I need you in the Entrance Chamber at the crack of dawn. Once you are there, I will brief you on the specifics of your assignment and what you shall be doing in your first task." Metallic grey eyes turned over her form and gazed through her. A moment later, they softened, turning to liquid silver. "Go and rest for the night, Misty. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and I would rather not send one of my own into war unarmed," she sighed and continued, "but given the circumstances, I will have to send you out. If I could, then I would keep you in here for at least another year. Let you get perfectly assimilated with Mystery. However, fate is a cruel master. And I do not have any other options at the moment. Regardless, go and rest."
Misty power-walked to her room, taking Selene's advice to heart. The old celestial might not have started the Order, but she did have all the memories of the original and treated them all like her own family. 'Even though she's needlessly cruel and psychotic sometimes,' Mystery added.
'Spending an eternity in isolation is not good for anyone's head. Maybe that's why she clutches so tightly to her Sentinels. We are her only constant form of contact.' Misty answered wisely and took off her sweaty clothes, changing into a cotton robe for the night. She fell asleep staring at the ceiling above her bed, the moonstone embedded in it glowing softly.
Her last thoughts before her eyes closed were those of Selene, sitting on the moon. While someone looking like her but dressed in black, reclined against her back.
Misty woke up at 0500 hours. Having someone sharing a body with her was beneficial in more ways than one. Due to her previous life as a Sentinel, Mystery would sleep in the afternoons while she stayed awake at night. Her body had been conditioned to survive on 4 hours of sleep every day because of which she was always awake when Misty went to sleep. This led to the discovery of a rather efficient if redundantly pervy alarm clock. However, the swearing and moaning was a rather surefire way to get Misty to wake up. Especially since before she turned into a Sentinel, she used to live in a typical Indian family that did not look lightly upon swearing. She no longer expected her mother to barge in asking why she was swearing, but the reaction never left her system, helping her wake up very easily. She went through her morning rituals, and after dressing up in her training robes, climbed up to the Entrance Chamber.
Despite being here for close to two months, Misty still found the moonstone-studded ceiling to be an exquisite marvel. The sun had not yet risen, and even though the sky was already turning blue from the refracted light rays, the moonstones were still glowing, giving off a dim light that gave the whole room a dull silver sheen. They would turn themselves off as soon as the sun made its way up but until then, Misty looked upon them with fondness. Few days started so peacefully and she intended to enjoy the sight before walking up to Selene at sunrise for her mission briefing. She wouldn't mind her anyways; Selene liked seeing the moonstones herself. After all, who knew when she would next get to see these shining crystals next. Her mission could bring anything to the table. Including moving out of The Sanctuary.
"Mr Diaz, what I hold in my hand is a particularly nice gift from Lord Apollo. I trust you know him?" Misty asked the quivering man. He half nodded, before shaking his head frantically.
"No, I don't. I don't have any idea who this Lord Apollo is," he said.
Misty tsk-ed almost regretfully. She would have preferred not to dirty her hands with this one. "Victor Maria Diaz. Son of Terrence Smith and Maria Diaz. Your father left your mother at the age of 17. Unknown to both, she was pregnant with you at the time. You grew up with your grandparents, who owned a small pharmacy but actually ran a weed business in the dark. You took over the family business, both of them, at 19 when your grandfather was killed in his bed by a rival runner. You expanded the business to other drugs against the advice of your grandmother. She was found dead in her bed a day later when her protests became too verbal. Your expansion policies ended when you found Whiplash Pharmaceuticals, rumoured to be named after the stripper you lost your virginity to. Your mother lives a life of comfort and relief in Miami, believing that her son earns her comfort by selling premium medicine at a discounted price for the Mexican community of immigrants where you used to live. She is unaware of the fact that when she boards the No. 8 bus every Sunday to go to church, two of your men follow her to take care of her. She also does not know about the fact that you killed your step-father, and her first husband, by drowning him in his bathtub. Your wife, Patricia, still thinks that you are devoted to her. She does not know about Amelia or Daisy, both teenagers that you keep around in one of your other properties and visit every week."
"The bowel medication that you take with scotch instead of water as your doctor prescribed is still waiting at home for you. However, you may never get to take it again if you do not answer our questions. And trust me when I say it that loose bowels will be the least of your worries. The first will be the papers that you keep dealing with your side business. It is currently on the way to the police station. Being delivered by your daughter. And your account manager is driving the van. And rest assured that Amelia and Daisy will reach your home in the next hour as well to meet you for a 'surprise visit' unless you give me a reason to call them back."
"What do you want to know," Diaz questioned.
"The medicines your company makes," Misty began, "have recently started having a weird side-effect on the users. Nightmares. Repetitive nightmares that revolve around their childhood trauma. What do you know about them?"
Diaz looked around the car, suddenly uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than before, and paranoid. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand and slowly spoke, "You are meddling in things that have nothing to do with you. The powers that you are dealing with will destroy both of us."
"So you are aware of what I am talking about!" Misty said. "That solves our first problem at the least." She removed a small plastic zip-bag with red flowers in it. "This plant. Your workers have been adding its extract to the meds. Where are you getting it," she asked him holding the bag for him to see.
Diaz's eyes widened at the bag of evidence in front of him. He removed a white handkerchief from his pants and wiped the sweat from his face again, with slow, shaking movements. "Where did you get that thing? Do you have any idea what you have stumbled upon? You very well may have just signed our death sentences." Terror lined his voice. He feared whatever she was asking about. The only question was whether he feared it enough to want to escape it by any means possible.
"Answer the questions," Misty spoke softly, a thin undertone in her voice and the sharp edge of the dagger in her hands conveying the 'or else...'.
Diaz sweated some more, debating with himself whether to risk his life at the hands of the devil who was in front of him or at the hands of the devil that awaiting him when he went to sleep. Finally reaching a conclusion, he started explaining.
"I mostly used the medicine business to cover for some of the chemicals that I needed for my drug labs. I did not pay much attention to that part of the business, leaving it in the hands of my cousin and letting him do all the philanthropy that he wanted so my mother would be pleased." He spoke slowly, a slight accent colouring his voice as he progressed. "The business was going well when one day he came to meet me at home. El Diablo." His shirt had started to stick to his skin from the precipitation by now and he showed no signs of relaxing. "He .. threatened me. He was going to kill my wife and kids if I did not do what he said. I thought he wanted what they all wanted. Money, drugs, women, gold."
He laughed bitterly. "He wanted none of that. He gave me a basket of flowers. The ones you have with you. Told me to add them to my paracetamol formula and my drugs. He left after that." His breathing had started getting heavier at this point, and Misty seeing the event started casting a subtle illusion spell, one that would make him feel safe. "I had my men run some tests on them. It turned up nothing. The damned things were by all accounts normal flowers but as soon as I injected it into any of them, they turned into quivering and stuttering messes. It was scary," he said slowly, not slowing down his breathing despite the spell, "terrifying. I did not want to add them. It would ruin business if everyone reacted the same after eating them. But then he came again. And he brought another with him. His brother."
"They killed my men by crushing their throats, butchered them and made me watch it all. Told me that it would be my wife tomorrow if I did not add it today. I did it... no matter how reluctantly."
"What happened to the new batches?" Misty questioned.
"They... they sold even better." Diaz clutched his handkerchief and wiped his face again, now looking like his body pained from this. "It was addicting. V-very addicting... my men, had to kill two of the dogs because they couldn't stop. Then.. then the nightmares began. Only the ones who used it had them. And they could not stop using it. Many.. many poor souls tried... many died..."
"Who were the beings that gave you the flower," Misty questioned, "Do you have a name?"
"Y-Yes.." Diaz sputtered out. He was holding the left side of his chest now and was looking like breathing physically pained him. None of the spells Misty had cast on him had helped. There was only one thing that could do this and Misty did not know enough to remove a curse. Diaz was a man of few moments and Misty intended to get all the information she needed out of him before he passed.
"What were their names? Give me the names," Misty said, holding his shoulders and shaking him wildly to bring him back to consciousness.
Diaz looked at her with hollow eyes. His sweat-soaked clothes made him look nothing like the rich drug lord that he was. His hands that clutched at his heart loosened and dropped to his side. Taking in one last shuddering breath he spoke for the last time.
"Phobos. Demos."
The partition between the driver and the passenger lowered with a mechanic hum. On the other side, Selene sat holding a knife to the driver's throat. "Looks like you got more work to do, Misty."
Misty sighed. It was going to be one of those stories.
LEMON SCENE
Misty closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was in the bedroom of Mystery. The aforementioned person was sleeping soundly. Seeing the opportunity, Misty decided to try out one of her pranks. She tip-toed out of the room and walked to where the mind-equivalent of the kitchen would be. Grabbing a pitcher of cold water, she sneaked back to the bedroom, making no noise upon her arrival.
The thing that fascinated her about the mindscape was that though it was Mystery's home and domain, she was in no way aware of everything that happened in it. Unless and until Misty did something really ground shaking, Mystery would sense no disturbance in the mindscape and would not realize that Misty was around until later on when she saw her standing next to her.
Owing to that little fact, she walked straight over to the bed and gently turned the pitcher over her spiritual companion's head. Unsurprisingly, as soon as the first droplet of water touched her head, Mystery reacted.
Unfortunately, she reacted by jerking awake and launching a fist at the pitcher, causing it to fly up in the air and drenching them both in cold water. Mystery was not pleased with being awakened by a prank. But she did laugh after she saw Misty standing over her with her clothes drenched with the very same water that she tried to prank her with. Shaking her head in amusement, she got up from the bed and smacked the young Sentinel up the head. "You idiot! You could've at least levitated the pitcher if you wanted to prank me properly," Mystery mock-fumed. "I swear I am surrounded by idiots all the time!"
Misty had no response to that other than bursting out in laughter at the scene. However, while the two were laughing at each other, they realized that they were still drenched to the bone. Acting first, Mystery pulled Misty towards the shower to get rid of the cold.
Stepping into the shower, she started undressing and throwing her wet clothes outside. For reasons unknown to Misty, despite being pretty-much in charge of the mindscape, Mystery still kept laundry baskets around and let her clothes get washed similarly to what Misty experienced in the Sanctuary. Maybe it was that she was too used with the Sanctuary's nuances to change these little facts after she had formed the mindscape. Thinking of the little juvenile prankster, Mystery realized that she was not in the shower.
Looking back at the entrance, she saw that Misty was standing there at the threshold staring at Mystery's naked body with a blush on her face. Seeing another opportunity to embarrass the little hormone-riddled Sentinel, Mystery pushed her arms together, accentuating her breasts and making them look larger than they were. "Like what you see," she said in a sing-song voice.
Misty blushed harder at that and looked away at the floor, hoping that doing so would hide her rapidly reddening neck(it did not). Powering through her embarrassment, she stepped into the shower and started undressing; looking anywhere but at the sensual husk of beauty that stood in front of her. She reminded herself that there wasn't anything that Mystery hadn't seen before but still could not stop the blush from deepening when she threw her underclothes in the laundry basket.
She turned her back on Mystery to deposit the clothes in the laundry basket when she came up from behind her and softly hugged her. Mystery took special care to not touch her at any of her erogenous zones, she did not want her friend to feel overly uncomfortable. Only really awkward. She snaked her arms around her belly and put her chin her shoulders, bending a little so she could place it there.
"Were you checking to see if the carpet matched the drapes," Mystery asked with a husky voice, her lips close to Misty's ears. "Did you like what you see?"
Unknown to the tempting seductress, Misty was checking to see if the carpet matched the drapes. Mystery had hair that was silver, almost white and she was curious whether her pubic hair was also the same; which much to her hidden arousal was. And she had definitely liked what she saw no matter how much she would deny it. Being a straight boy and then later spending most of her time with a beautiful girl who had no reservations about teasing her with pervy comments had done no favours to her sexuality and she was pretty sure that despite Mystery's intervention, she still swung the same way. Namely, she swung her way.
Too bothered by the heat that had started creeping between her legs, she murmured an affirmative, before realizing what she had done and freezing.
Mystery, being ever so fun to be around, saw no reason to let this go unanswered. Pressing her noticeably larger breasts into her back, she replied in an even huskier tone, her soft lips pressing glancing touches at Misty's earlobes.
"You do?" she asked coyly, "And here I was thinking that you didn't like me. I didn't even show you how to take care of your desires because of that..." She stopped speaking and with her strong arms pulled Misty closer to her own body, "misunderstanding."
Misty froze. She had thought of masturbating to relieve some stress... but the hectic schedule had made it hard for her to get used to the new body. She did not have enough time to experiment and she was too mindful of Mystery to do it at any time except for when the spirit slept. But knowing that she had meant it when Mystery had offered to help her with the... stress-relieving she thought with another mild blush made it another thing.
Deciding that she had nothing to lose except some self-respect if all this turned out to be another one of Mystery's jokes (albeit she would not do something so cruel as to make a girl wet and then leave her without getting her to climax) she drew upon her vast fanfiction knowledge and finding the suitable comeback spoke.
"Maybe you should do it now."
Mystery slightly loosened her hold on Mystery and making sure to speak in a clear voice said, "You sure about this, Tee? No pressure if you don't want to do anything."
Misty nodded. She was ready for it. Mystery had been good at seduction back in her day and if she was going to have to do this anytime in her life, she had better have her first time with someone like her. Someone she could trust.
"Say Medusa if you want me to stop."
With the safe word out of the way, Mystery turned her around in her arms and pushed her back against the wall. A small gesture of spirit magic and the shower turned on, spraying them with hot water.
Looking at the small droplets of water gliding down Misty's cheeks, she closed in and touched her lips to hers. Misty froze for all but a moment and then began replying in earnest. They kissed each other hungrily, one with the grace of a limping gorilla and the other trying her best to teach her the correct technique.
Mystery dragged her hands across Misty's skin, trailing a path of contact starting from her shoulders. A small moment of concentration and her hands were much colder than normal. She trailed them down from her shoulder blades before coming to rest on her breasts. The spheres of ecstasy shivered under the unexpected cold contact of her hands. Cold fingers gently grazed against rapidly hardening nipples and before anyone could utter another word, Misty gasped in Mystery's mouth, stopping the kiss to deal with the sensation of her nipples being tweaked.
Seeing the elevation of actions for what it was, Mystery left the plump pink pillows for Misty's teeth to bite and nibble on —and if she knew what she was doing, which she did, there would be a lot of biting involved. Trailing a path of warm and soft kisses, Mystery went down her neck, nimble fingers still playing with Misty's breasts like a particularly smooth guitar. She went in to kiss the side of her neck again and drug her tongue against Misty's skin, delighting in the small shiver that went through the target of her ministrations when she did so.
Stopping her magical fingers from their work for a minute, she looked Misty in the eye. A moment later those eyes widened when she tweaked both nippled in opposite directions and began sucking on her neck. One of the benefits of learning spirit magic was the alteration component of it. Normally, teasing someone's nipples would result in a soft gasp and tiny purrs. But the short vibrating sensation that she attached to her fingers before she clamped them down on Misty's now hard nipples had her moaning loud, biting her lower lip to try and control her voice forgetting the fact that there was nobody else in the place apart from there. And if Mystery had her way, Misty would be remembering that fact before she was done and screeching as loud as she could.
Moving her mouth from her neck, she gently made her way lower down, leaving a path of kisses in her wake. Her hands left their places on the mounds of soft flesh on her chest and made their way down to the mounds of soft flesh on her hips. Grabbing hold of her ass and mauling it in her palms, she took to biting the tender bits of her boobs softly, eliciting gentle gasps and on the occasions that her teeth would graze against the skin of her nipples, loud mewls.
Mystery was almost leaning down on her knees at this point and Misty's legs were shaking from the pleasure that she was being bombarded with by her partner. She had never before been in such ecstasy and her brains were rapidly turning into a gooey mush that refused to listen to her commands. With another bite at her nipples, this one coupled with a really low voltage applied to her teeth to multiply the effect of the action, Mystery moved her hands from her ass to her wet pussy. Despite the hot shower water flowing down their body in tantalizing rivulets, Misty's core was still sticky with the juices softly flowing down her legs. Mystery knew very well how the shaking legs would respond were she to make her presence known to the insides of her wet slit and so she shut the water supply off before in a sweeping motion, she literally swept Misty off her feet and catching her in her arms gently lowered on the floor.
Moving her legs to either side of her prone form, Mystery trapped her companion, looking into her lust-clouded gaze with a mirrored gaze. Leaning back down to kiss her succulent lips, she moved her hands to the slit between her legs. As soon as she touched the surface of her vagina, Misty's legs clamped around her fingers on instinct, not allowing her to remove them from their place but also preventing her from moving her fingers any deeper. Biting and pulling at Misty's lower lip, she made her loosen her legs and with a grace that only years of experience with her own body could have given her, she started rubbing circles around her lower lips in a clockwise direction, all the while her other hand played with her heaving breasts.
Deciding to move things along faster, she moved her thumb directly over her nub. She distracted Misty by drawing her even deeper into the kiss by sucking at her lips even harder and using her frozen fingers trick on her nipples. So distracted was the young Sentinel by these actions that she did not notice the thumb that had drawn closer to her clitoris.
If the sharp intake of breath was anything to go by, Mystery was doing the correct things to her young friend. Misty broke from the kiss to let out a lewd moan. Her previously idle hands suddenly closed around her ass and in her lust-induced haze she spoke to her companion, "Stop teasing me, you minx! Go in deeper!"
Hardly one to deny any such enthusiastic orders given to her, she finally moved her index fingers inside Misty. Warmth enveloped her finger on all sides, the tender flesh inside of Misty sticking close to the object of her pleasure. Misty bucked her hips up at the intrusion and Mystery pressed the little button once again, drawing out an even louder moan from Misty. Mystery smirked, inwardly pleased at the quite blatant proof that she knew what she was doing. She sped up her actions, slowly probing out the walls of her pussy before slowing adding another finger into the mix. The results were instantaneous as Misty grabbed her butt even harder and let out a moan with her name, "Fucking hell, Mystery! Don't stop whatever you are doing! Don't you dare stop!"
Letting out a tinkling giggle, Mystery moved her mouth back to her right boob while her left was handled by her free hand. Her eager ministrations continued on for a short while before she paused.
Misty, now sweaty and getting ready for the approaching climax looked at Mystery puzzled, clearly not pleased at the cessation in the pleasantries.
"I just realized something..." Mystery began, gently fondling Misty's boobs to stop her earlier protests, "Selene made your new body with me in mind. Most of your physical features were developed so whatever I did could also be done by you."
Her eyes got an almost evil gleam as she stopped playing with Misty's breasts. "Does that also mean that you have the same sensitive spots as me?"
Before Misty could answer the question or do more than act puzzled at the seemingly innocuous question, Mystery hooked the two fingers that were currently inside Misty and twisting them around touched a particular spot that felt just so good. Before she could decide how to respond to that, something that vibrated touched down upon her clit and a pair of cold teeth accompanied by a warm tongue touched her nipple. With another few flicks of the hooked fingers that were still inside her most sanctimonious passage, an overwhelming stream of pleasure hit Misty. Her eyes closed and she opened her mouth to let out a long moan.
The moan lasted for a full ten seconds, throughout which Mystery never stopped with her movements. Only after the first orgasm of her new life had completely subsided did she open her eyes to look back into blue eyes that were similar to her own.
Mystery's smirking face and mischievous eyes looked at Misty's half-lidded eyes and smiling lips.
Opening her mouth Misty asked her in a hoarse and tired voice, "Now that it is over, I have a question," she began and after moving her body to lean on her elbow to move her face closer to Mystery's said, "Will it be considered incest because I am basically fucking myself?"
Mystery did nothing except let out a gentle laugh. She looked back at Misty and said, "Who says we are done?" and then moved her mouth lower to her Misty's still gushing pussy.
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