Hey guys! I'm back. This might be kinda boring. It'll get quicker paced next chapter, first assassinations, I swear. I need setup here. Ok, luv ya! READ!
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SIX MONTHS LATER
Tony awoke, as he had realized happened ninety percent of the time in these, via one bouncy Riley.
"Ton! Wake up you lazy bum! Plus vite! Plus vite!" She said, shaking his shoulders, bouncing on her knees on his bed.
"I'm up, I'm up! Jeez Ri, let a guy sleep…" He groaned, pulling the covers off of him, and stepping onto the floor, scooping up his puppy, which he had named Acier, which means steel in English.
He should probably elaborate. A few weeks ago, Jaguar had found a litter of four puppies abandoned on the street, the mother hit by a car.
He brought them back to the order, and the four youngest trainees had pounced at the four adorable pups, and they helped nurse them back to health. They each got one to claim as their own, due to the fact Wolf couldn't stand to see eight sets of puppy eyes (four human, four actual puppies) directed at her for long.
They were Huskie puppies, adorable little things, and took to their owners personalities.
Riley's pup, the only female who she named Danse, meaning dance in English, was light brown and white, and bright blue eyes, and a habit of wandering off and causing trouble. For example, she was often caught stealing things and hiding them, or causing messes due to nosing around, one time she even caused a crash, by spilling water all over the floor.
Tony's was a gray color, with one blue and one brown eye, enjoyed staying in Tony's company, and stuck to the boy's side almost constantly, a happy dog grin on his face. He often fetched Tony random weapons or tools that were laying around, and would lay them at his feet, grin prominent. He had named the pup Acier, meaning steel in English.
Evan's huskie puppy was the traditional black color, with blue eyes, but a more calm feel to them, rather the the mischievous look Danse's held. Evan had named him Chase, just because he liked the name. The dog wasn't as attached to the hip with his owner, but it was close. He often followed Danse around, barking at her as they played.
Jace's pup was a dark brown, with lighter brown eyes. Jace had named him Jackson, also liking the simple name. The largest pup, he was broad shouldered, and had large paws, and was often seen trying to keep his siblings out of trouble, as Jace was often seen doing with Tony, Riley, and Evan-who Tony quickly discovered had a massive trouble making streak. The groups of trainees usually became the closest group of friends, often still being roommates until they retired, and were always seen togeather. Snake, Jaguar, and Tiger for example. Three of the closest friends. The groups were called 'clans' in the den, but the four had become more than that.
They had become a family. Tony and Riley were the trouble making twins, always getting into messes. Evan was like the dad, he would scold the 'kids' but later on would be seen making trouble with them. Jace was the mother, while getting in trouble often, was more of that time trying to stop the instigators, and would make sure they each ate, did their work (they still had to learn basic school studies), and held them when they got nightmares.
And the little family had even recieved a name. The Mischief Mongers, or MM for short. The four had pulled more pranks in six months, than the average clan in a year or their stay. A record, kept by the clans. Tourra Wolf had had them in her office more times than she could count, and by now, she just sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, and pointed towards the door. She didn't bother punishing them anymore, they didn't care, and usually found a way to turn it to come back and bite her in the ass anyways.
Tony was brought out of his musing by a yelling Riley, and a licky puppy. Acier had taken it upon himself to wash Tony's face, making the boy wrinkle his nose and giggle, holding the dog at arms length, smiling.
"VENEZ EN, FOOLISH BOY, LET'S FREAKING GO!" Riley yelled, throwing a pair of pants at his face. Tony smacked them away, making a face at the girl, and put Acier down, grabbing the black jeans they all had, black converse, which they also all had, and a green shirt and a blue zip up hoodie, waiting for the others.
Well, on Jace. Evan, Riley, and Tony were ready, and having a massive tug of war games with the pups, while Jackson watched on, somehow the puppy managed to look like his owner, amused and bored at the same time. Danse bounced around with Acier, before Jace called to them, telling them he was ready to leave. They had gotten ready early that morning so they could be in the city for breakfast, and it was around five o'clock in the morning.
They ran down the hallway as quietly as they could, grabbing their bags on the way out (holding emergency supplies, and a few weapons for protection), and headed out to the stables, finding Snake, Jaguar, and Tiger waiting there already for them.
Tony had discovered a few days after being introduced to the Chasseurs that Snake's real name was Sasha, Jaguar's real name was Samuel (Sam for short), and Tiger's real name was James. They still preferred to call them by their predator name though, as a sign of respect.
"You guys ready to head to the city?" Tiger asked, grinning. The kids nodded, and each got a horse that had already been prepared. Snake had taken pity on them. Normally they would have visited the city once a month, more when they got older, starting the month after their first day, but waited for Tony's search had died down a little to risk taking him out in public, and his clan had been offered the choice to go without him. They refused, and had waited until Tony could go with them.
"Off to see the wizard!" Riley sang, gently kicking the horse, a stallion named Unon, into a trot, then into a gallop, others following suit as the assassins took the lead.
Almost two hours later, they slowed to a trot once more, reaching the outskirts of the city. A small pasture was on the edge just before the first houses came into view, gate still open from the last time the Chasseurs were there. They dismounted, and walked their horses into the pen, letting them go. Tiger shut the gate behind them, and they started walking into the city.
Well, the assassins walked, the Mischief Mongers pretty much ran the whole way. It was awhile of walking through beautiful architecture before they came upon the cafe run by retired Chasseurs. When Chasseurs retire, they still want to help the younger generation somehow, so they create businesses, and use them to make a living, while putting certain symbols in the logos or on the storefront to alert a Chasseur in need of help that they were there. The symbols were subtle, and it took a trained eye to see it.
The safe havens were all over the world, in many different ways. Some are restaurants, others gas stations, a few stores (clothing, sports, ect), and even a couple car dealerships. Every major city had at least one. Chasseurs were the most loyal men and women on the planet, and would put their life on the line
Tony looked the cafe over. It wasn't very large, but homey in a way, very welcoming. The patterns on the front alerting them that this was a Chasseur safe zone were mixed into a complicated swirling pattern of curves and dots. There were a few plants around (herbs for cooking, Tony recognized), all in gracefully designed pots, and a few outside tables, each with a black umbrella. The words Marge and Ivy's Cafe were scrawled in sapphire blue and gold on the window.
Marge and Ivy were married, as the Chasseurs had nothing against homosexuals. Ivy was a sweet older woman, and Marge was more of the tough one. Ivy's predator name is Lynx, and Marge's is Boar. Each were nice woman, but get on their bad side, and you'd better watch out.
They walked in to find Ivy at the counter. She was getting older, you could tell, but the gleam of youth never quite left her. She was vietnamese, and her straight black hair fell down to her waist. She was only around 5'5", but packed quite a lot of power in her. Tony had seen some of the biggest boys at the den cower when she was angry, and did seem to enjoy smacking troublemakers (including the Mischief Mongers quite often) with a spoon.
Her hair was just starting to get gray at the roots, and her face held a few more wrinkles in it other than the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, but it didn't make her any less beautiful. Again, don't let her fool you. She had once taken out a man who was 6'5" with no more than a punch (course that concussion was nothing compared to what would have happened to him if Marge had been there).
Marge was a little taller than Ivy, standing around 5'7", and was Russian. Her accent still holding on after all the years she had been gone. It seemed to draw kids to her, and many of the recruits thought of her as a surrogate mother, and she gladly filled that roll. Neither Ivy nor Marge could bear children due to a few hunts gone wrong, and became sort of adoptive moms to the den.
Marge had brown eyes and blonde hair cut short, almost in a more 'man' style. It too was gray at the roots, and her face was beginning to show her age, and the laugh lines were less prominent. She was very protective of Ivy, and Ivy let her. It was a sweet relationship.
The first thing that hit Tony was the smell of fresh bagels. He started drooling, and the others weren't any better.
"Sasha, Sam, James! It's good to see you three! Hello, jeune. Come, come. Eat. Big day ahead of you troublemakers!" She laughed as they smiled sheepishly, and she handed them each a plate. On each plate there was a massive pile of scrambled eggs, two fresh everything bagels (cream cheese and all), two sausage links, and a huge glass of orange juice (coffee for the adults).
They ate with vigorously, savoring each bite, and still making conversation with Ivy and Marge-who had emerged from the kitchen. After bidding goodbyes, they headed out into the city.
Minutes turned into hours, and the kids were having a blast. Seeing from the top of the Eiffel Tower was breathtaking, shopping was crazy, and the scenery was amazing. It was no wonder in all the excitement that Riley didn't see the woman until it was too late. With an "OOF", and a crash, Riley and a woman with red hair and a strong frame were sprawled on the ground. Riley jumped up, apologizing repeatedly, helping the woman to her feet as her clan caught up to her.
"Désolé, mademoiselle, je ne voulais pas vous rencontrer! (Sorry, miss, I didn't mean to run into you!" Natasha Romanoff stood, brushing her coat off, and smiled at the girl.
She was in town for a mission, just a recon, and had been heading to the targets favorite cafe, and hadn't been paying attention. She hadn't been to France in two years.
"It's ok, just be careful, ok?" Natasha looked at the girl, and was reminded about the innocent young girl she had once been. The girl had been dancing when she ran into her, and she felt her heart, which had been buried under many walls and locked with the key thrown far away, melt a little bit.
"I will, sorry again!" The girl said once more, skipping off. Natasha watched with a blank face, smiling inside.
"Really, sorry about Riley. She's a little… Eccentric. And hyper." As if to prove the mocha colored boy's statement, the girl jumped on the edge of the fountain, and proceeded to climb the statue of a man riding rearing horse in the middle. The boy apologized, and raced off with the blonde boy to go catch the girl, leaving Natasha to inspect the boy in front of her.
He looked so infuriatingly familiar that she nearly growled in frustration. He smiled apologeticlly at her, and shrugged.
"It's just… Riley. There's no other way to say it." He said to answer her raised eyebrow. The boy apologized once more, and raced off when he heard three adults calling to them, the other three following in suit. Natasha shook her head fondly at the sight as the adults chatizied them for running off before walking off into the crowed. She didn't see them again until around two and a half years later.
THE CLAN IS NOW TEN.
Tony punched the bag insistently in his excitement. They had passed! In two days, they were going to pick their colors. Riley worked with the bow staff somewhere near him, and Jace and Evan sparred.
In the few years Tony had been with the Chasseurs, he had gained almost fifteen pounds of muscle, and a few inches in height. He stood now at a height of 5'6", tall for his age like most of the trainees. Jace was still the bulkiest, his muscles impressive. Evan was a lot more toned now as well. Tony as the most wirey of the three boys. All four were around the same height. Riley had matured very little, but now her hair was no longer wild, but straight, falling to her mid-back. Each had muscle, and had started favoring a fighting type.
Riley and Tony had decided to stick more to speed fighting, using their body as a weapon as much as an actual one. Evan had always been one for a tactical approach, and would either confront head on, or fight like Tony and Riley depending on the target (or trainer of the day). Jace was more head on, as you might have guessed, but even only a little over halfway through training, they were each deadly at their style.
Riley had taken to knives as her favored weapons. Throwing knives, daggers, small blades, she excelled at them. They could use any weapon just fine, but are more proficient in their chosen weapons.
Tony enjoyed daggers, and short-range firing weapons. Pistols and such. Became scary good with aim. Loves his twin katanas
Evan enjoyed long-ranged weapons, and the bow staff.
Jace rather enjoyed using his strength, and had awesome batons, each with a few hidden features such as a hidden blades, and a high-powered taser that would kill. (Bobbi Morse's weapons on Agents of Shield.) He also used a short sword.
They had picked up music in their spare time out of boredom-along with many other things. Tony played violin, Jace played cello, Evan the viola, and Riley sang. They had come to enjoy playing, and played in the city whenever they got the chance.
"Come on, guys. Let's go take showers before dinner." Jace called, unwrapping his knuckles, and inspecting the bruises Evan had given him. Tony pulled off his gloves, and Riley discharged the gun. Tony was happy. He was with his family.
One September morning, Natasha Romanoff found herself in Paris for the second time in three years. She drank her coffee, waiting for the informant, and watched the people by the fountain. Children laughed, parents scolded, people talked.
A small group of children ran by towards the the other side of the fountain, calling out in French; "Hurry! The kids are here!"
Natasha, intrigued, followed them, and suddenly found the beginning of a song begin to ring out of three instruments, a voice following a few measures after. Natasha was stunned when she saw only four children playing, one singing. She realized with a start they were the same children she saw her last trip to the city of light. She quickly realized that the song was Viva la Vida, by Coldplay. (Don't own that.)
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world…
Natasha listened to the final few notes ring out at the end of the song, and stared as the children refused any money people tried to give them, before starting a new song, this one Natasha didn't recogize.
She studied their features, and decided then, she was never going to forget those children.
The day had come. Tourra Wolf and their trainers (so, essentially all of the den) had come to the Color Choosing-and several agreed it needed a new name.
Tony, Riley, Jace, and Evan sat in the middle of a large circle of paints, people watching in full dress (entire uniform) from the back. The clan kept making physical contact with each other, to reassure the others of the group that it was going to be fine.
"Our newest clan. You have quickly formed a reputation for yourselves here, and have proven yourselves worthy in our eyes of choosing the color that will signify you for the rest of the Chasseur days. Jace, please begin." Wolf spoke in a strong voice, and Jace rose, walking first to the metallic red paint, pulling the brush and painting a stripe on the right side of his face. Then he walked over to the bronze paint, and painted a stripe on the left side, before kneeling beside the others once more.
"Evan" Wolf called, and the boy stood, walking over to the emerald green, swiping the right side of his face with it, and moving on, picking up the bronze, and painting his left before going back to his spot. Many were surprised. Normally, trainees picked different colors, and few picked one of the same.
"Riley" Wolf's voice rang out again, and Riley bounced toward the purples, picking violet and streaking the right of her face, before skipping over toward the bronze, and doing the same to her left side, going back to her position.
People were more surprised now. No more than two trainees had ever chosen the same colors. "Tony" Wolf spoke again, and Tony rose, picking a sapphire blue, and painting his right side, doing the same with bronze on the left. Despite the surprise, there was also a realization that these four children weren't just family, they were brothers and sister. Nothing would ever brake the bond they had.
"I present you the trainees, who have chosen the colors, red, green, violet, blue, and bronze as a shared color. I present you, the next Chasseurs." Wolf finished, and everyone cheered, thusting their weapons into the air in celebration.
"Let's eat!" Someone shouted, and everyone laughed and cheered as the trainees were carried into the dining hall, where the den ate and laughed well into the night.
When they finally went to bed, Tony's clan turned to each other in their room, and pulled each other into one giant hug.
"We did it, brothers. We're almost there…" Riley said, barely louder than a whisper, but they all heard it, and laughed until they fell asleep.
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