The room was buzzing with life as the beat of the music played and the young girl danced and laughed as she was going here and there hanging up fashion designs from her magazines. "One day Rico, I'll be able to draw or find someone who can and be famous for my fashion skills!" the girl said as she picked up the small german shepherd and started to spin. "Namori, your siblings are back from the mission, please come down and help them clean up." The girl smiled and placed the pup down and put the song on pause and rushed out of her room hugging the first person she saw walk through the door. "Woah Namori, careful, almost fell.'' It was Roselyn. One of Namori's older siblings and her favorite one. Namori was the youngest out of 11 not including her. But none of them could beat Roselyn. "Look at you, now you have blood on you, you're supposed to help us clean up not get yourself dirty." Namori laughed and said, "but it's been so long since I've seen you!" "It's only been a month, idiot." Roselyn smiled, showing her beautiful smile. She was a 5 '5 woman with black hair in a bun with green eyes that could light up a room when she smiled. She wore all black but was covered in blood. Namori felt a hit on her head and turned around. "Here, clean our weapons and get some ice and fill the tank in the garage.'' It was Jack, the oldest Mariea child. Namori groaned "you didn't bring the body back with you right?" Jack rolled his eyes and said "no, we want to do the ice bucket challenge." and tossed his knife at her. "Hurry." Namori took the weapons and set them on her bathroom counter and grabbed some ice and went to the garage. She was part of the number one cartel in Cuba, the Mariea family, her family was a mixed family of people with and without powers, if you had powers you went on deadly missions if not you were still able to do things but not as deadly. Roselyn could crush someone with one simple thought. She opened the door and held her nose. "Ugh, that smell." She looked to see a body with tons of stab marks. "Looks like Jack got a hold of you huh." Jack could shoot spike-like objects from his body. Namori walked over to a big tank and filled it with ice. "Ok, let's do this." Namori quickly looked around then rushed over to open a window. She looked around again before twisting her hand gently raising it. She stared at the window until a vine snuck in grabbing the body. Namori walked over to the body, putting a little more blood on her before making the vine put the body in the tank. Vines weren't the only thing she could do but it was useful in that situation. What she was was considered rare, a full elemental, full could do anything involving the elements and disasters of earth, normal elementals could only do one.
"Hey, is he in the tank?" her mother walked in. "Yeah, I was just washing the blood off." her mother turned to the tank and put her hands on her hips. "I don't know how you can easily do it, I mean without powers, of course, it seems hard." Namori looked away feeling guilty that she keeps hiding the fact she had powers, but she doesn't want to kill. "Hey mom, can I walk around town?" her mother snapped her neck to Namori "of course not, you know better to ask that question!" Namori stood up "for once can I not be trapped in this house and their walls." her mother looked at her and said, "you aren't trapped you get to lea-." "I get to leave for school, and you still make someone come with me!" her mother softened her look and said, "we are trying to protect you, you're the youngest and you are very precious." Namori blankly stared "you won't teach me to fight, you suffocate me for a simple burn, I'm always being watched, I'm not a little girl." her mother grabbed her "you are the last direct bloodline of us, you have no powers to make sure it stays that way." Namori wanted to fight her telling her to change that and train her, to let her do missions but she couldn't so she walked off.
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Escaping Walls
Teen FictionNamori always lived her life in the walls of her family home, born in a cartel and the youngest out of 11. She always desired an escape.