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I own: Coutrney Matthews, Dylan Brooks, Samantha "Sammie" Reese, Noah Bristow, Bryan and Stacy Barrett.
Queen Latifah- Missy Elliot14- To be honest with you. I don't like the Nicole/Michael pairing, either. I was too lazy to make two new characters at the time. As for making them work, I try, but I'm glad you acknowledge that. Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you enjoy the story. I love your reunuion story, though. I hope to see more chapters out D
RECAP
Soon Logan fell asleep too, and the guardians flew in silence. Dana smiled because she knew it wasn't their powers that killed their attackers. It was love. Dana wasn't a believer in love at first sight but when she met Logan, that all changed. Midnight and Phoneix landed as the teens awoke from their short nap. Dana and Logan hopped off and came face-to-face with their guardians.
MIDNIGHT: Take care, Mistress Dana.
DANA: Thank you. You too.
PHONEIX: Remeber what I said, Master Logan. Stay safe.
LOGAN: Thanks.
Midnight and Phoneix went back to where they came from, and the ground closed again. They snapped out of their transformations, and they went back to wearing normal clothes. Their swords disappeared. Logan and Dana walked hand-in-hand. They were in for another surrprise, though.
LOGAN: You okay?
DANA: Yeah, I'm-- Oh, God! Not again.
Logan wondered why Dana stopped in mid-sentence. He knew why though, and stood there in shock. His eyes darted for a way to get him and Dana out. Nothing.
LOGAN: Shit. Why all the time ME? Whoop-de-freakin'-DOO! Damn you Glenn. You better hope Chase doesn't find you first...
Chapter 12: Sibling Rivalry
Nicole stared as soldiers came after her. Usually, she'd freak out and scream or something, but Glenn pushed her too far. Agression and hate ran through her like blood ran through her. She wasn't this mad since the happy bunny incident, but even that wasn't something to be pissed off over. A bitch. That's what she was to Glenn. Nicole wouldn't accept that. Not now. Not ever. Michael glared as they encircled him. He felt rage, anger and even hate surge through his body. His fists were clenched and shaking as the rage within intensified. Michael and Nicole stood back-to-back as well.
MICHAEL: Here's the plan right now. You fly up there and just kick major ass. I'll handle things down here. You ready?
NICOLE: Yeah! Like I am sooo totally ready--OOF!
Nicole was caught off guard by a soldier kicking her. She quickly sprung up and Michael was relieved to see his girlfriend was ok, but he had a feeling Nicole was going to just kill everything in sight. He smiled.
MICHAEL: Let's do this. Love you, Nicole.
NICOLE: Love you too.
She gave him a peck on the cheeck. Soon they were face-to-face with the advancing soldiers. Nicole sprouted her wings and flew off. Michael took a fighting stance. Michael charged, and plowed through them. He kicked and scratched. He gave left hooks and right uppercuts here and there. When you grew up on the streets of Atlanta, you had to be fast. His older sister, Stacy, taught Michael how to fight. Right now, he was grateful she did. Michael punched a soldier in the jaw, making blood drip out the side of his mouth at a very fast pace. He stumbled to the ground dead, after Michael delivered a final kick to the head. He punched some more soldiers and threw five into the wall, but the harder Michael fought, the quicker these soliders came. A soldier's fist connected with Michael's stomach.
MICHAEL: It's gonna take more than that to slow me down.
Michael was exactly right. The soldiers swarmed around him, and his hands sparked with giant surges of electricity. It was now or never. He had to do the "Lightning Punch". Sure it would weaken him, but anything to get the soldiers out of Michael's face would do. He concentrated as hard as he could and the sparks were so bright, they scared even him. Michael punched the ground as hard as he could. At first, it seems like nothing was happening. Before Michael could blink, the advancing soldiers advancing towards Michael either exploded or were electrocuted as Lightning and sparks rippled beneath the ground. Soon the scene around Michael was bloody and gruesome, but the soldiers were dead. That's all that mattered.
So, Michael's off the hook, right?
An explosion was heard behind Michael and he whipped around. His eyes widened in shock.
MICHAEL: Oh, hell no...
Nicole was having an air fight with the soldiers in front of her. Nicole's glow came back, really bright as she kicked and punched. (A/N: Ok, I'm too lazy to describe Nicole's fighting, but you want to picture it, think "Xena: Warrior Princess"). Nicole's wings flapped in the strong breeze as she stared the soliders down. She was sore, and a white, hot burning sensation cascaded around her side. To her surprise, she was bleeding but she felt no effects of the blood loss.
NICOLE: Oh. It's like soooo on.
Nicole flew up into the air and a storng breeze filled to the room. The Air element overwhelmed her and the light surronding her was way too bright. The exact bow and arrows she had to used to kill her copy appeared and she blended two attacks at the same time. She caused a tornado and unleashed a whole legion of arrows. She landed and watched and watched the arrows pierced all the soliders one by one. The giant gust of wind blew the remaining away and she breathed a sigh of relief. The bleeding stopped and now the white shirt was blotched with dark red on one side. The cut was clotted over with blood.
NICOLE (thought): Zoey will make it all better. Like she always does.
Things seems quiet, and then...
Nicole's face paled and she let out a blood-curdling scream...
Soon the six friends were surrounded with more soldiers than before. Chase's eyes darted for an exit as they came. Zoey felt claustorphobic but Chase held her hand, letting her know it was going to be okay. Logan looked cool on the outside but panicked on the inside. He wrapped an arm around Dana's waist. Dana just stared, but was scared on the inside as well. Nicole shook as the soldiers multiplied and Michael held her in his arms. He was as freaked as everyone else.
LOGAN: What the hell do we do? Chase?
CHASE: What?
LOGAN: You always have some kind of plan under there.
CHASE (sarcastically): Oh, yeah. Thinking under preesure is the way to go, Logan.
NICOLE: I'm scared.
DANA: No shit, Sherlock!
ZOEY: Dana!
DANA: Zoey!
MICHAEL: Everyone, shut up! Apparently, there's no way out...
DANA: I don't just come all this way to lose. No way in hell!
ZOEY: And you think we did?
DANA: You trying to start something, Brooks?
CHASE: Everyone calm down! I'm just as on edge as everyone else, but you don't see me tearing anyone's head off!
LOGAN: I'm too good looking to die! Again...
CHASE: Everyone knows you died. We brought you back, which I might add was tiring but we did because you're our friend but right now, you are on my last good nerve here! SHUT UP, LOGAN!
MICHAEL: What was that about not tearing anyone's head off?
Chase rolled his eyes. Michael was too smart for good sometimes. This was one of those times.
Just then, a figure swinging on a vine, leapt up and jump-kicked some of the soliders advancing. She had long dark brown hair that went past the shoulder, and amazing green eyes with flecks of hazel. She was fairly tall and stood at 5"9. She wore a green crop top with a glittering four-leaf clover, black caprices and white and pale green sneakers. The shoes were adorned with green shoelaces. This girl had a fair amount of body art, apparently 3 tattoos: a rose on her left ankle, a four-leaf clover on her lower back, and the letter "C" in cursive-style handwriting going along her inner right forearm. She also had the birthmark of a green leaf on her left wrist. She fought and scratched. Chase's eyes widened in horror. She shot green bolts out of her hands and it sounded like a semi-automatic gun. She front-flipped and punched a soldier in the gut, while throwing another into a nearby wall. Rage evident in her demeanour. Courtney Matthews was usually a mellow girl, just like her brother was a mellow guy but nobody got away with hassaling Chase.
CHASE (thought): This girl looked strangely familiar...
Another figure came riding in on a water wave. He had a short blond water that was spiked slightly. He had smile that could make any girl melt. He wore a blue t-shirt that said 'SURFS UP', blue baggy jeans with blue and white Air Jordans. One shoe had black laces while the other had blue laces. He had no distictive marks except a birthmark of a waterdrop on his inner right wrist. He shot out powerful jets of water as his hands glowed blue. He just a 360-degree turn as more powerful jets of water were shot at the soliders. The pressure of water sent the soliders sputtering and they drowned to death. He kicked three more in the face before landing, and was breathing heavily. Anger flickered in his eyes. The time Dylan Brooks was this mad, someone spread a nasty rumour about him, and he had to re-arrange the guy's face, which he succeeded in doing, before getting suspended for about a week. He would do anything to protect his sister, and baby brother, Dustin. Dylan did find Dustin's fear of animals funny, though.
ZOEY (thought): Is it who I think it is?
Another girl appeared. She appeared to be rich. She had light brown hair with red streaks in it that was shoulder-length. She had brown eyes, not filled with warmth but with rage and hate. She wore a red midriff that exposing her tonned midsection. She also had white low-rider jeans and accesorized with white and red Sketchers shoes, all tied with pink shoelaces. She had some distinctive marks on herself too, and a belly button piercing. She had only 2 tattoos: a black star tattoo on her right wrist (A/N: Think Avril Lavigne), and a big black and red butterfly on her lower back. She sported the birthmark a flame on her calf. Her ears were pierced 3 times: 2 on her lobes, and one at the top of her left ear. Her eyes flashed blood red and she sent death waves at her attackers. Her hands glowed red as flames escaped her hands, burning the soldiers advancing. She punched a soldier in the jaw sending him to the floor. A soliders slapped her and she broke a nail. She growled. Broken nails was every girl's nighmare so she stabbed the rest of soldiers with the nail file she always used. It was intense, blood was starting to show on her hands. She jammed the nail file into the last soldier she thought she would ever fight again, she took it out and dropped the bloody nail file on the floor. Her breathing was rough was ragged, but she did it, and she smirked with satisfaction. Samantha Reese was smirking, all right. It was actually a Reese family trait. She wasn't sure when she got so vicious. Maybe lacking a mother's love made her cold, but she pretty much resented Malcolm. Her father, but Samantha felt he wasn't even good enough to be called "Dad". Not when he was never there for her and Logan, and maybe because he's married to someone old enough to be her sister. Lisa...something, whats-her-face wasn't even good-looking. She looked like something out of a gutter.
LOGAN (thought): Hey! She just did my smirk. Unless...yep, Mom was right. It's her, but seriously she did my trademark smirk...
A boy appeared out of the shadows. He maintained his cool demeanour but on the inside, he was a raging bull. He never smiled, but the closest he had come to a smile was a smirk. He wore black from head to toe. He had black t-shirt with a skull and crossbones on the front. He wore baggy black cargo pants with silver chains hanging off them, and his dark brown hair was styled into a mohawk, but his side hair wasn't shaved. He accessorized with spiky band around his wrist. He wore a black Converses. He had the birthmark of the triple six on his shoulderblade. An evil smirk fall upon his face, as the soliders advanced towards him. His hands pulsated with dark energy, as his heart got dark. Darkness had overtaken him. Just at the right timing, he held out his hands and a great legion of demons shot out of his hands. They all looked to him, and it pleased him, because he was in control. Power and control was all he lived for. And his drum set. Bryan Cruz was his name. Sure, he was the loner but he did love Dana, even though he chose not to show it. Dana was his baby sister, and he would protect her. It's not like their step-dad would protect Dana. On the contrary, Dana's step-father would sell her into slavery if he could. Bryan hated his mom for being so damn dense. He hated his step-father for being an abusive son-of-a-bitch. He was sad when Dana left for PCA, but once again, he didn't show emotion. As long as Dana was safe.
BRYAN: You know what to do. Don't fail me.
They all did as they were told. The sounds of swords slashing through flesh was audible. Bones cracking and blood splatter was all heard throughout the warehouse. The six friends stood there in shock, as the older teens fought, but why would they protect them? They all seemed vaguely familiar, somehow. Soon, the dead soldiers lay dead, as blood adorned the floors, and walls. The army went back into Bryan's hands and crossed his arms and smirked, looking satisfied at his work.
DANA (thought): Hey! I know that look... I would make that face when I plan to do something bad to Logan.
Dana's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of flapping, and thunder. A boy swooped over the soldiers and a girl floated on a black storm cloud. The boy flew around shooting white arrows, and managed to hit all of the soldiers. He glowed white as he shot some more. A soldier hit him, but flapped his wings hard so he wouldn't crash into a wall. In retaliation, his hands glowed a luminous white and he shot white light at the soliders advancing. He sent a final gust of air at them before they all regained consciencousness. The blast of wind sent the soldiers crashing through walls. Noah Bristow was the All-American boy. He loved his sister Nicole, and would do anything to protect her. Sure, he was a small town kid was Kansas but that didn't mean he couldn't kick ass. He landed on the ground, and his hands were smoking. Noah Bristow was generally nice, but when provoked, it was Hurricane Bristow on the loose. He had a white Abercrombie & Finch T-Shirt, white cargo pants to match his sisters, and white low-cut Nike Air Forces. He had auburn-coloured hair and warm brown eyes. He never went anywhere without his "cute ass" chart. (A/N: That's how you know Nicole and Noah are related P)
NICOLE (thought): Do I know him? I think I do. Then again, I'm not sure. Or am I sure? No, I'm offically not sure.
A girl floated on a black storm cloud and glared at the soldiers in black. She was African-American and had very street smarts. Considering her upbringing, she had to be the way. Not like she had a choice anyway. Sparks danced on her hands and anger and rage surged through her. She had shoulder-length hair with brown streaks, tied in a ponytail to the side, and she was fit from dancing. She shot lightning out of her hands and punched anybody that got "all up in her space". She hated that. Stacy Barrett sent a kick to the face and punch straight to the guy's nose, the bone crushing under her fist. She didn't stop until all of the soliders were electrocuted and after a while, it smelled like barbeque. When she surveyed the work in front she smiled. That is, until, a soldier grabbed her from waist. Stacy, with quick reflexes elbowed the last soldier in the nose. He keeled over. Dead. Stacy had on a personalized tank top which was yellow and had 'Lady Stacy' in front with glittery letters, black caprices and a yellow cap with an 'S' on the front and it swooped over her left eye. Her ears were pierced six times: 2 at the earlobes, two above the lobes and two at the top She landed on the ground and soon Courtney, Dylan, Samantha, Bryan, Noah, and Stacy were face-to-face with their younger siblings.
(A/N: I was going to stop here, but I'll continue because I'm just so darn nice! I'm not in an evil mood today.)
Chase stared at the girl in front of him. She had eyes to match his and the same hair too. The look of shock turned to a big smile. It was Courtney, his older sister.
CHASE: Courtney?
COURTNEY (laughing): It took you long enough. It's been a long time.
CHASE: Too long.
COURTNEY: How's my songwriting brother doing?
CHASE: I'm doing great. I've got a girlfriend, and I couldn't be happier.
COURTNEY (melodramatically): Really? So, who has captured the heart of Chase Matthews?
CHASE (laughing): Really funny, Court.
COURTNEY: I kid. I kid. But seriously, who's the lucky lady?
CHASE: Zoey. Zoey Brooks.
COURTNEY: Dylan Brooks' kid sister?
CHASE: Yeah.
COURTNEY: Congrats, little bro. I'm happy for you.
CHASE: So, anything interesting in the life of Courtney Matthews?
COURTNEY: Well, the band's doing great. Just had a gig about 3 days ago. Had a boyfriend and broke up with him. Things didn't work out.
CHASE: I'm so sorry.
COURTNEY: Oh, well. You move on, and you got to admit, break-ups make good songwriting material. And I did get another tattoo.
CHASE: I hear you, there. Oh, wow. Another tattoo? Mom's gonna kill you.
COURTNEY (laughing): Mom doesn't know. Besides I'm not 9. I'm 19.
CHASE: You were always the rebel anyway.
COURTNEY: Yeah, and this is coming from Seattle's own "Prankster Prince"?
CHASE: Well, uh, that's was a long time ago, anyway. It's not like they remember or anything.
COURTNEY: The high school is still suffering the effects of the fifteen stinkbombs and twenty cherry bombs you set off before you left.
Chase chuckled as he remembered the looks on everyone's faces. It was priceless.
CHASE: Well, you gotta admit. It was pure genius.
Chase had a burning question in the back of his mind however. How did Courtney show up out of the blue? And why was she here? Chase put that in his mental "to-do" list and smiled at his sister. Courtney hugged and Chase returned it. They pulled apart.
COURTNEY: Ok, I'll agree with you there, and yes, it was great seeing you again.
CHASE: Same here.
COURTNEY: Maybe we could write a song together sometime.
CHASE: I'd like that. I wrote a couple at PCA. I'll e-mail them to you and see how you like it.
Zoey eyed the boy in front of her. Dylan smiled. His sister had grown so big. It amazed him. She was turning into a woman. Dustin, no doubt probably hit puberty, but was still in fear of aminals. Zoey had a wide, toothy grin as she recognized who it was. Zoey squealed and threw her arms around her big brother.
ZOEY: Dylan!
DYLAN: Zoey...
They pulled apart and Dylan had a smile to match Zoey's. The blond hair definitely ran in the family.
ZOEY: How have you been? I mean, it's been so long.
DYLAN: I've been getting by. It's true. It has been too long. Anyway, how's our baby bro?
ZOEY: Dustin is great. Still afraid of animals. He told us never to look an animal in the eyes, because they can sense "fear". Other than that, he's been great.
ZOEY (thought): No way am I telling Dylan Dustin is Quinn's guinea pig...
DYLAN: So, anything interesting in your life?
ZOEY: Yeah, actually. Well, I made lots of friends at PCA, and I have a boyfriend.
DYLAN: Congrats, sis. Who is it?
ZOEY: Chase. Chase Matthews.
DYLAN: Matthews...Matthews. That last name sounds familiar. Oh, right, Courtney's brother. Well, I wish you two the best. As long as he makes you happy.
ZOEY: Thank you for being so supportive, Dylan.
DYLAN: Anytime.
Zoey smiled at her brother, but so many questions burned in the back of her mind. She made a mental note to ask later. Right now, she was so psyched to see her brother. Meanwhile Sammie and Logan having an interesting introduction. Sammie smirked at Logan, and Logan returned the gesture.
LOGAN: Sammie.
SAMANTHA: Logan.
LOGAN: Still raising hell in Jersey, huh?
SAMANTHA: Yeah, that's why I left boarding school. Now, everyone will know Samantha Renee Reese.
LOGAN: Okay, if you're last name is Reese, then yeah, everyone will know you. I've made sure of my status at PCA.
SAMANTHA (laughing): Hounding girls again, I see. Some things never change.
LOGAN (sarcastically): Really funny. You should do stand-up.
LOGAN: And yeah, I'm a one-girl man now. I'm in a commited relationship.
Sammie gasped dramatically and put a hand to her heart to make it look she would she was surprised, but was seriously shocked to find out her brother, who acted like a young Hugh Hefner, had a serious girlfriend.
SAMANTHA: You're kidding, right?
LOGAN: No. Why does this surprise you?
SAMANTHA: Because-- It's you, Logan! It's the way your brain works. You're known as Beverley Hills' own Little Mister Pimp. Since you were five years old. After you ripped out Mom's flowers out. Can't believe she let you get away with it.
LOGAN (laughing): Well, I'm just so damn sexy. My girlfriend thinks so.
SAMANTHA: Your giant ego in still intact. But seriously who is this girlfriend?
LOGAN: Dana.
SAMANTHA: As in Dana Cruz, sister of Bryan Cruz?
LOGAN: Uh, yeah. How did you know that?
SAMANTHA: I'm friends with Courtney, Dylan, Stacy, Noah and Bryan. Turns out we all have siblings that go to PCA.
LOGAN: What? So, their siblings are Chase, Zoey, Michael, Nicole, and Dana?
SAMANTHA: Yes. Weird, huh?
LOGAN: Uh, yeah...Wow.
SAMANTHA: So, I guess you know about my powers now, right?
LOGAN: Yeah. I have the same thing. Does everyone have the same powers as their brother/sister?
SAMANTHA: Yeah. Pretty much. Courtney has Earth. Dylan has Water. I have the fire. Noah has air. Stacy controls light, and darkness belongs to Bryan. Logan, can I ask you something?
LOGAN: Umm, I guess.
SAMANTHA: Why are you here?
Logan went numb and zoned out to the conversation he had with his deceased mother. It was shocking how Samantha looked like her when she smiled, not smirked. I said smiled. Everything had been such a blur but he remembered why he was here. Revenge. It motivated him. He wanted to kill Andy Davis so much. Every second he wasted not finding him, it ate Logan up inside. Sammie saw her brother's demeanour change instantly. She missed her mother as well. She was only eleven. Nobody french braided her hair the way her mom did. When she got her first period, she freaked out and thought she hurt herself because she didn't know monthly periods were a natural part of a girl's life. Sammie knew nothing about the birds and bees, and she had to find out the hard way. She was raped at age 13. Malcolm did nothing afterwards, but she was tested for STD's and pregnancy. Both came out negative. Logan was 10 and misguided. He did everything to make sure his dad's life was hell, and he had no peace. At first, he hated Margaret for leaving him, but then he blamed himself for some reason. All he ever did was cry. Even now when Chase and Michael were asleep, silent sobs could be heard from Logan's top bunk. No one why.
LOGAN: Revenge.
SAMANTHA: Good, because so am I.
Samantha placed a supportive arm around Logan. He returned it. Even though they chose to fight and bicker because it was what brothers and sisters did best, they needed each other right now. Why did it take eight freakin' years for justice to be served? Sammie and Logan had silent tears rolling down their faces, and they wiped it away quickly. The warm brown eyes both Reese children possessed went cold, with threads of hate in them.
SAMANTHA: We'll get this guy. We'll get Andy Davis. I swear.
LOGAN: I promised Mom, I wouldn't let her down.
SAMANTHA: So did I. And I've always lived by the Reese family motto.
LOGAN: If you don't get things you want, take it by force.
Sammie and Logan smirked at each other.
SAMANTHA: Exactly.
Logan and Samantha were out on an eight year mission. This vendetta had to settled once and all. They were out for two things mainly.
Vengeance and blood.
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A/N: There's Chapter 12 for you. Nice long one. Stay tuned...
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