"Alright, we're going to start off with physical abilities. Milo, you're going to fight Storm, and Henry, you will fight Peter. No powers or weapons are allowed" Charles announces. I glance at Milo, he knows how to fight, but I've been training for years. I was raised as a weapon.
Milo starts about a meter in front of me, glancing at me. His eyes are narrowed, and I can tell he's trying to figure out the best way to attack me, I don't know much about Milo's fighting technique, but I know my own skills and I'm used to fighting people without knowing anything about them.
Milo takes the first move, lunging towards me, I stay still until he's less than a second away from me, then I quickly step to the side, causing Milo to stumble. Milo whirls around and aims a punch at my head, I duck and kick Milo's legs out from underneath him.
"You are good" Milo mutters under his breath. I smile as Milo stands up. Milo pauses, clearly wanting me to make the next move, I step forward and shove Milo, he attempts to grab me around my neck, but I throw his arms off me and pull his arms behind his back. I shove him to the ground and place my knee on his back, preventing him from moving.
"Jesus, I forgot Storm was literally fighting from the second she could walk" Ned comments quietly to MJ, looking impressed. I get off Milo once Charles nods, I stand up and extend my hand to Milo, Milo grabs it and pulls himself off the ground.
"I'm not surprised, you've been doing this a lot longer" Milo says to me, I nod in agreement. Milo has only been training for a couple of months whereas I have been doing this my entire life, I'm fairly certain a knife was shoved into my hand the minute I started walking.
I glance over at Henry and Peter, Henry has Peter pinned down, they both stand up and walk over to us. Ned and MJ have apparently lost interest and are looking at something on Ned's phone, Charles comes over to us and glances at the four of us.
"You are all strong physically, that's for sure. But I'm not here to teach you fighting techniques, I'm here to teach you about-" Charles stops as a car pulls up, I glance at him, he looks as surprised as we do, he hasn't invited anyone.
A woman steps out of the car and my heart immediately begins to flutter in my chest, I can feel my eyes widening. I've seen pictures of Estella and this woman looks exactly like her, just with black hair instead of dark brown, and her hair is straight instead of wavy. This has to be Florence, Estella's older sister. My aunt.
I glance at Charles, who still seems surprised. How did Florence find us if Charles didn't tell her? I wonder if Natasha possibly got in contact with Florence.
Florence is wearing dark blue jeans and a white shirt; her hair is just below her shoulders. She walks over to us, I can feel my heart racing, what if she doesn't like me?
Florence stops in front of me and observes me silently, her eyes scanning me up and down. "You look just like my sister" she says quietly. From pictures, I've seen that I have Estella's dark brown, wavy hair and we have the same freckles on our nose and cheeks, I have her cheekbones and the same shaped lips.
"Florence, I didn't realise you were coming" Charles says, Florence's eyes don't leave my face, not even for a second.
"I wanted to talk to my niece" Florence replies, her voice hard and slightly challenging. Does she think Charles is against me meeting her? Charles loved Estella; he won't care that I'm meeting Florence.
"Can we have some privacy?" I ask, Peter nods immediately and heads off with Henry and Milo without saying anything, MJ and Ned get up, I smile as I see Peter immediately reach for MJ's hand, they certainly have a special relationship.
Charles says something quietly to Florence and then turns and heads inside with everyone else. I'm not sure what he said, I'm too busy focusing on the fact that my aunt is standing right in front of me. Two weeks ago, I didn't even know who my mother was.
"I'm sorry about Estella" I say softly, once the door shuts behind Charles, I have to say something. Estella died trying to protect me and it was ultimately for nothing.
"Are you?" Florence says, her voice suddenly as cold as ice. I blink, why is Florence here? "Are you sorry she's dead or sorry you became the monster she never wanted you to be?"
My mouth goes dry, and I can feel my heart sinking, Florence blames me for Estella's death. Of course, she does, I've had the exact same thoughts before, Estella ultimately died for nothing, she should've just handed me over and left.
*Author's Note* Thoughts on Florence?
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