Christin Solomon

Chapter 17-What are We?

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Christin's POV

I was walking into the Grand Hall when a ton of people flooded the room. They were wearing black with masks. My first reaction was fighting mode, good thing too. A man tried to cheap shot me from behind but I spun and gave him a hard punch in the face. He was out. Inventory, there were about fifty or sixty of them and one of me, I had this. I kept fighting; none of them laid a hand or foot on me. Teachers were coming out of their classrooms to help. Five more seconds and it was ten against fifty and still going down because the fighters seemed really inexperienced. Daddy was suddenly by my side and we didn't have to speak for one to know what the other was thinking. Chris came through the door and we instantly paired up. We had our back to the other and waited were still fighting. A man was charging me; it was all in one motion. Chris bent over and I rolled a crossed his back. I crouched as I landed and tripped another three while Chris delivered a nasty round house kick to the man. For a few moments that I had the time to look around, more bad guys were coming in the room. Then I heard the frightened squeak of a student and the whole room stopped and turned to where a woman had a gun pointed to Liz's head.

"Christin Solomon comes with us or this one dies." The woman hissed threateningly and I knew she had no problem carrying out what she promised. I started walking toward Liz and the It. People that were willing to put innocent lives in danger were no longer male or female, they were Its'. It was something my dad had explained to me long ago.

"Let her go." I growled when I was five feet away from the pair. Liz whimpered as the It pressed the gun very hard against her forehead. The It threw Liz to the side where Mrs. Morgan steadied her.

"Nice and easy" It commanded.

"Funny, I was just about to tell you the same thing." I said sarcastically as I faked to the left and came around with a hard kick to the right in the ribs. The crunch of broken bones could be heard as It crumpled to the floor. The fighting started again. Not even consciously, I got back to Chris.

"Having fun?" He teased.

"Loads" I replied. We had to focus more as we fought because there were many limp bodies on the floor. This was to our advantage and our disadvantage. Out of the ordinary, even for a spy, I saw the Director fighting alongside James. James. If they hurt him . . . they were going to wish they had never been born. Somewhere in the chaos, Chris and I got split because I went to help out my dad. When all of them were down but one, me and Chris were a crossed from each other with the last stander between his. The guy pulled out two guns, one pointed at either of us. Something in me clicked, it was a lot like one of those unnatural kung fu moves. I jumped and spun in mid air at the same time Chris did. Chris hit a foot in the guy's face and I landed one on the back of his head. The sickening crunch of the bones as we landed was heard as the man fell face forward to the ground.

*****************At Night when Nineteen Year Olds are Supposed to be Asleep*****************

Chris and I were heading down to our dad's room when we heard voices and decided to eavesdrop because, well, we're spies.

"Your son and daughter were amazing in the fight today." The Director compliments, it was like I could see my dad's internal smile.

"Thank you"

"They seemed so much like Sanendoras' at that moment that I'm not sure if it's a compliment or an insult." The Director confessed. I nodded in quiet understanding. That was the same thing that had been nagging both me and Chris after the fight.

"I wish I had an answer for that, but I don't." Dad replied. Chris and I didn't have to speak; we walked back down the hall, and into my room.

"What are we?" Chris asked after a long tense minute.

"We're Solomons, but at the same time, we're Sanendoras'." I answered quietly. It was a battle we couldn't win. Often it was hard to not give in to the Sanendora part of our mind. Sure, we could maintain the Solomon, but the Sanendora was so warm and always coaxing . . . I shook my head to clear it and climbed into my bed as Chris left for his room. His question echoed in my mind and wrapped itself around every thought, what are we?

A/N: I'm sorry it's short. It kind of lost its BAM! as I was typing which made me kind of sad, but oh well? Tell me what you think, review!