Woo momma! I think this is the fastest I have ever began a chapter after finishing one! I've also noticed that sometimes screws up my orginial lay out and typing. I don't get it! Anyways, tell if you see something out of place or do not understand something; because it may be missingnand I thought it was there. N/A: "remember, TWO quotations in italics means Snake Eyes is talking." – 'This is thoughts with just one'. Sorry for making you guys confused in advance. And thank you kindly for the reviews and encouragement. :)
Snake Eyes had gotten up early as usual so he would have to training room to himself for a little while, but what he found was that two occupants had already arrived. They were obviously early sparers.
"You will die by my hands!" He turned back around at that. He suspected that someone had started trouble and went to break it up; the only thing that stopped him was when he saw that it was TNT and Tripwire. TNT un-skillfully thrust herself at Tripwire, who stepped to the side as the black woman stumbled to a stop.
"Pst, Mr. Ninja." He snapped around to see the Hawaiian girl called 'Tap' sitting against the wall holding a video camera. "You're blocking my view a bit, sir." She said quietly. Snake Eyes nodded and stepped to the side, out of her way. Tap had the classic huge almond eyes and round face; her bangs and hair framed her face so she looked even more child-like.
"Do not run from you fate! Though, it will not last long." TNT smirked with an evil chuckle before engaging the silent Tripwire. TNT threw a fist that landed right on Tripwire's left cheek. Her head stayed to the side for a second as if in shock before she spun in the air and landed a blow with her shin in TNT's ribs. She fell to the ground with a cry and Tripwire resumed a stance. They were exchanging real, hard blows; but TNT's sentences seemed staged.
"They're re-enacting a play. It's about a deaf samurai who is being hunted by a ninja because his honor lies upon killing him. When the samurai learns that he was to be killed for a son's honor, he slays himself on the ninja's grave. They are only doing the fighting of course, but still." Tap said as if reading Snake Eyes' mind. He looked at her over his shoulder, but she was focused on filming.
"You can ask me questions ya know. My sister is deaf and I hear you use ASL." She said without her eyes leaving the LED screen. "And I have great peripheral vision." She added just as Tripwire was struck in the mouth by TNT's kick.
"Oh Shit!" She said taking the hit and falling to the ground.
"Ha! You lose! Deaf people don't talk!" TNT shouted in victory before jumping on Tripwire and pinning her arms by the side of her head.
"Deaf people do too talk." She said flipping over so TNT was pinned.
"They do? Oh well, you lose anyways." She gave her a 'duck-face'.
"Woman, look who's pinned." Tripwire said with a smirk.
"Its 'LADY' not 'WOMAN' get it right!" She said flipping them once more.
"Woman." Tripwire taunted flipping them again.
"Skippy." TNT said flipping them again.
"That was one time!" They flipped again.
"Oh really? What about all through middle-school?" They flipped again.
"You're right." She said flipped them before back-flipping off of her and landing on her feet. TNT laughed slightly as she handed Tripwire her black, fingerless gloves to her. They were odd because of having no fingers, but the gloves ended around three inches away from the wrist.
"Oh I also found your lucky necklace. Can you believe it? The first mission you didn't wear this was the mission you got booted." TNT said holding silver chain with an odd pendant on it; a metallic red dragon wing partially covered by a silver eagle wing that was over lapped by an electric blue jet wing as they were fanned out in a beautiful display.
"I've been looking for this everywhere! I told you it was lucky." She smiled as she put it on, the familiar and comforting feel of it returning. She looked down at it again with a bigger smile. 'I'm so glad I passed out now.'
TNT turned and whistled to Tap with her read-drum busting sound. "Yo, Nikki! Did ya get the fight?" She yelled to the woman as she stood up, pulling her denim shorts down first.
"Yeah! Oh and-" She turned to gesture at Snake Eyes, only to find him gone. She turned back "Never mind. Oh craps, my shift is now. I'll get the video uploaded later, see ya!" She called rushing out the door.
"I guess I'll get gone too. Working on my sniper skills since explosives have lost their shine." TNT said grabbing her bag and heading for the door.
"See you later, T!" Tripwire called to the closing door before practicing her boxing moves on a pretend opponent. She threw few more punches around before turning to go pick up some weights when she nearly bumped into Snake Eyes but she rocked back on her feet putting a foot or two more between them.
"Nice moves. Need a real opponent?" He signed hoping that she understood so he wouldn't have to use the note pad. She looked at his hands a second as if trying to place the signs before answering.
"Sure. But this isn't about the first time we met is it? Because I'm really sorry about 'A.J-ing' you." She said putting her hands up to show her sincerity. If she knew anything, it was that pay-back was a bitch.
"No, I just usually spar with new recruits." He assured her.
"I'm not really new. I kind of just 'came back' guess you know that though." Tripwire said clicking her knuckles in more of a playful manner then threating. He noticed her face held a curious child look. While most frowned and their eyebrows were low when relaxed; her lips were in a line to show her neutral emotions, eyebrows high and level, eyes open to everything.
"Ready?" He quickly signed as he took stance; she followed his actions in reply. He was the first to move, aiming a kick to her ribs. She grabbed his leg by the calf and the side of his foot as she raised it higher then shoved him backwards.
He summer-salted to regain balance just as she came at him with a punch. He blocked by crossing his arms at the wrist to protect his head; a mistake. She punched him in his unguarded gut, forcing it up into his ribs. He slapped her hands on her arms and slung her to the ground, she traveled along the force; thrusting her feet against his fore-arms to pry his steel-trap grip off. He would have held on, but her toes dug into his tendons. This was the first time he realized she was barefoot.
Once his arms let got she pushed her legs up and over her head; landing in her fighting stance for another round.
He faked her out by throwing a kick to the right, she leaned left just in time to meet his fist. It threatened to spin her to the ground, but she focused the spin once more; spinning a complete 360 and delivering a force driven punch to the point of his jaw—the part under the ear, a strong pressure point—as he stumbled back. For a second he knew his jaw was broken; but it turned out intact.
Snake Eyes turned to face her again, she still had the child-like look on her face as well as a bruise tinting in. He saw where hand prints were red on her fore arms as well as sweat shined over her skin. This was one of the only times he felt bad about leaving painful bruises on a person. Especially someone who looked eager for them. Tripwire wasn't fazed by them, the pain of fighting was as good a massage right now; she had been out of the action for far too long.
She faked a left kick as he reached to catch it, she slammed her elbow into his right arm. He reached with his left to grab her foot and managed to grip the ankle. Tripwire found herself upside down by one foot. Her baggy 'AC/DC' T-shirt was pulled down by gravity – what a pervert it can be!
His eyes found tattooed snake scales on her side; not just snake scales but a snake as it appeared to wrap around her stomach. He was about to take a better look when his foot was yanked out from under him. His back hit the ground, he barely had time to stand. On pure luck, he bumped Tripwire to the ground just as she was about to get on top of him. He pinned her down as she blew her hair out of her face.
"Lucky." She said with a smirk before pulling her knees to her chest and pushing him off then back flipping to her feet.
"Do you always do that?" Snake Eyes signed with his head tilted to the side.
"Don't be hating the A.J-ness!" She said pointing accusingly at him before cart-wheeling to the other side of the room. She touched the wall and broke off of it in a dead run, then turned it into back-flips; flipping all the way back to Snake Eyes.
"Took me two months in the sixth grade to get that down." She informed him while brushing her dusty colored hair back with her fingers. "I didn't catch your name. I wasn't really listening to Hawk until he said 'this is your new team'." She confessed.
"Snake Eyes." He signed back.
"Well, Snake Eyes. I have a plane to fix so, 'til we meet again." She bowed then back-flipped one more before disappearing out the door.
'Which I hope will be after my jaw heals.' He thought sliding a finger over the now tender spot. He smiled under his mask before a group of new recruits entered to room nosily.
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Tripwire jogged down the halls searching for the hanger. They had changed this wing a little too much. Just as she was about to round a corner she nearly slammed into someone –she's gotta stop doing that—and slid an awkward stop; land her on her face. She looked up to swear at the person to meet familiar violet eyes.
"What are you doing on the ground?" She asked calmly with no emotion.
"The floor looked like it needed a hug. He says people have been walking all over him!" Tripwire said making a fake crying face. The standing woman reached down a hand to help her up.
"Wow look at you. Haven't seen you since I left the Brotherhood, looking good Nightshade." Tripwire threw thumbs up at her old friend who gave a slight smirk in return.
"Are you lost again?" She asked tilting her head a little.
"What? Me? Pfft! Haha, when have I ever- known where I'm going? Show me the hanger please ma'am." She said slumping her shoulders over to exaggerate her desperation. Nightshade rolled her eyes and lead Tripwire to the hanger.
"Here you go." The woman nodded her head towards the open door that lead to the familiar hanger.
"Thanks, Shade. Come with me? I don't know anybody here and its really awkward." She begged her.
"You just want me to be your one-man-audience as you 'magically reunite with your plane'." Nightshade called her out.
"That too. So yes?" Tripwire said as Nightshade nodded her head. Tripwire back-flipped once more.
"Don't do that in here." Nightshade scolded.
"Haters gonna hate!"
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After checking countless planes and jets the pair found a tarp covered few on the 'old side' of the hanger which had been extended. Racing over, Tripwire reached for her knife; the knife she left in her room.
"Hey, Shade? Can I barrow something?" She asked cutely as the brunet stared blackly at her, then handed her a knife to cut the ropes. Within minutes the royal blue of the jet was exposed to the air.
"What jet is this?" Nightshade asked looking at the unfamiliar aircraft. Tripwire would drag everybody with her to see her new jets anytime she got them.
"This is the Blackbird. The stealth bomber I got when you were on some mission." She replied running her hand along the massive wing happily then kissing it.
"Wow, really?" Nightshade joked. Tripwire slammed her head on the wing and began rubbing her cheek on it with content look on her face.
"Creep." She scoffed at Tripwire who laughed.
"Can't wait to fly again! Agh, been far too long." She said looking at her far more serious friend. If there was more of a difference between them, that was it. Tripwire was more care-free and comfortable, while Nightshade was ever watching. It had been like that, even when they were in the Brotherhood of Sisters. Tripwire let her mind go back to the days of her early teenage years.
"The Brotherhood is a place of refuge, a sanctuary, a haven. When one stumbles he will find strength in his brother. The Brotherhood is a place of refuge, a sanctuary, a ha-" She stopped to keep the tears from rolling down her face, but lost the battle. Her blood soaked hand covered her face as she broke down. Two larger women forced her up and carried her out of the room by her arms.
"Where does weakness stand?" The meditating teacher called calmly.
"Not with us." The answer came. The entire group of cross-legged teens had several, deep, bleeding slashes upon them. Young Tripwire tried to focus, but her 'Passage Wounds' were upon her wrist. Blood leaked down in rivers of red. No one had bandages, if they died; they were too weak to walk among them. Blood loss made her woozy as the room spun slightly, but it stopped when a tap on her shoulder brought her back. She looked over at a younger Nightshade who looked at her from the corner of her eyes as if to say 'don't let Master see you'.
"Menhit?" The angelic voice sent shivers of fear down young Tripwire looked at the white haired but young woman mediating. "Would you like to rest?" That was challenge. A bad challenge.
"For why? I am not tired." She answered as she was trained to.
"Not tired? Will a run ease your energy?" She asked. Another challenge.
"Yes ma'am!" She replied and leapt to her feet and exited the door. If you answered who you wanted, yu were punished or killed. Which ever happened first. Menhit, it was her name by the Brothers. It was the Egyptian goddess who's name meant 'She who massacres'. You were given a name, and you would live up to it. Everything it meant in every meaning in would be forced to kill the innocent and the young…
"Hey! Trip! Wake up woman!" Nightshade's voice broke the flash back dream. Tripwire snapped her head up and glanced around before setting her head down again. Sweat came down her face.
"Agh its hot in here…"
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